Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 132



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132. Namgung Seoho (5)

Naksanjin and Yongsalgeom. The two old men standing blocking the only entrance to Toru were looking straight at Yongun.

Yongun, who was looking down at them from the top floor of Toru, turned his head back.

“What would you like to do?”

Because they were wearing masks, the women’s expressions could not be seen, but the Bloody Sword Master was smiling, and Namgung Seoho… had eyes filled with anger, as if wondering where the soulless person from just a moment ago had gone.

“I won’t say anything. I just came to help you.”

Dang-hye’s words. Yong-un nodded.

“Let’s go down first.”

There were a lot of people in Toru, but as if nothing had happened, they all disappeared, holding their breath as if they were dead mice.

They entered the numerous spaces created on the outer wall of Toru and began to watch the seven martial artists and outsiders with bated breath.

The attitudes of Naksanjin and Yongsalgeom were indeed relaxed. Naksanjin’s expression was more relaxed than when I saw him at Yongbongjihoe, and his skin was oily.

Naksanjin was wearing a white martial arts uniform with a white tiger on it, and Yongsalgeom was wearing a blue martial arts uniform with a blue dragon on it, so they were Baekhodang and Cheongryongdang.

“I don’t think you came to see us off.”

Naksanjin furrowed his brows at Mahyeop’s attitude, but he tried to hold back and answered.

“What can we do when the Sado League is trying to take that guy away in such a grand way? You know what I mean. Bring him out.”

Namgung Seoho’s obvious hostility was so blatant that even Yongwoon felt it. Of course, the two celestial demons did not blink an eye at that hostility, and naturally, Yongwoon did not give him up.

Namgung Seoho glared at Naksanjin, his body shaking with anger.

“Falling…!”

Naksangjin, the head of the Gangseo Nakga clan, who was once called the Five Great Sages of the Bon-dae clan, and now the head of the Baekho clan, let out a sigh.

“Yes, it’s been a while. You were far away when I killed your father.”

“How dare you come all the way here…!”

“What do you want from me? You are the one who ran away. Do you know that your own blood relatives are searching for the hood with fire in their eyes right now?”

Namgung Seoho’s momentum became even stronger.

“Namgung Hyuk… That guy is here?”

“Yes, in any case, isn’t it he who fears your troubles the most in the Hwangryongmun? He was the first to open the clan’s formation.”

Namgung Hyuk is a collateral blood relative of the Namgung family and the only elder of the clan to betray the Hwangryongmun during the Namgung clan’s extermination. Namgung Seoho’s eyes were bloodshot with anger, but Yongwoon stretched out his arm in front of him.

“Iza is a member of the Apostolic Union.”

The gazes of the two heavenly beings were focused on Yongwoon. They just looked at each other without any momentum, but that alone was enough to make Yongwoon’s body feel heavy.

“Yes, you are the Demon Lord. A disciple of the Demon Lord who uses magic…”

Naksanjin chuckled.

“You’re so proud of defeating the rascals of Gangseo. Do you think you can go against the old man’s will?”

With those words, Naksangjin moved Cheongi and reached out to Yongun.

Without any warning, the energy around Yongwoon moved and strangled his neck.

Yongwoon didn’t even flinch. The energy released by Yongwoon’s will pushed away Naksangjin’s aura and evaporated, which instead caused Naksangjin’s eyebrows to narrow.

It was natural. Up until now, Yongwoon had always dealt with the vampire witch.

“Aren’t you the one who’s become so arrogant?”

At Yongwoon’s words and his normal appearance, Naksanjin clicked his tongue.

“From the swordsmanship to the present… Since there is no one who can beat me at my level, it is no different from picking on my juniors.”

As Naksanjin’s eyes became fierce at Yongun’s provocation, Yongsalgeom, who had been standing still, stepped forward.

“Naksanjin, don’t forget your mission.”

“…Tsk.”

As Yongsalgeom opened his mouth, the one who greeted him was Gwanghyeolgeomju. He greeted Yongsalgeom with his usual smile.

“It’s been a long time. It’s been ten years since you came to Cheondo Sword Hall.”

“exactly.”

“I think you were a member of the political party at that time.”

“The meaning is still the same. Killing the villain, and cooperation.”

Yongsalgeom said calmly.

“I just changed it because I thought that the Hwangryongmun was closer to justice than the Jeongpa.”

“I see.”

The Gwanghyeolgeomju shrugged his shoulders and spoke while fiddling with his sword.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t be affectionate when we meet after such a long time. Would you mind taking your leave now?”

What Yongsalgeom looked at at the words of Gwanghyeolgeomju were not Yongun or Gwanghyeolgeomju, but two witches.

Yongsalgeom didn’t know who those masked women were, but he could tell at a glance that their martial arts skills were extraordinary.

Even he felt that he was one with heaven and earth.

Yongsalgeom looked at Naksangjin. Naksangjin must have felt the same way.

He looked at the two people behind Yongun and said.

“Who are you?”

“Are you asking the masked ones for their identities?”

“Even though I look like this, I too have come to perform my duty as the leader of the Baekho clan.”

It was Nak Sang-jin who said that and smiled.

Those who manage the personnel of Baekhodang and Hwangryongmun. While Cheongryongdang was in charge of actual military force and Jujakdang collected information, Baekhodang managed those who wanted to enter Hwangryongmun.

If that is the mission of the Baekho Party leader.

“Master Ma, won’t you come into the Hwangryongmun?”

Yongwoon doubted his ears for a moment.

“…was that offer made to me?”

“Who else but you would be here as a magician?”

“You cannot possibly not know who my teacher is.”

“Isn’t it necessary to strictly follow the teacher’s will?”

“Do you really think that proposal will work?”

“Why wouldn’t it work? What do you want?”

Naksanjin said, carrying a backpack on his back.

“The Hwangryongmun is superior to the Sadoyeon in every way. It has the justification to display its spirit of cooperation, resources, martial arts, honor, everything.”

“Now that you’ve gotten rid of Namgung, have you forgotten all about the ways of the martial world?”

“What is the way of the martial world? It will all disappear soon.”

Nak Sang-jin’s words were indeed meaningful. Gwang-hyeol-geom-ju said with a sly smile.

“I truly believe that the Yellow Dragon Clan will rule the world of martial arts.”

“It can’t be otherwise. The political faction and the demonic sect can’t forget the past and are jumping into a two-faced scheme, while the evil faction, as always, is unable to make a decision and lives on in a daze. So, won’t the will of the heavenly beings rise up firmly?”

“The answer is no.”

“I see. What do you think of the Gwanghyeol Sword? If it’s the Heavenly Sword, then His Highness the Crown Prince will surely-”

“You, Naksanjin, you’ve become so disgusting since I last saw you.”

The Gwanghyeolgeomju interrupted Naksanjin’s words.

“Of course, there wasn’t much interaction between us… but when the head of a clan licks your feet like that, even a celestial being must feel good.”

Despite Gwanghyeolgeomju’s words, Naksangjin shrugged his shoulders without changing his expression.

“I guess I can’t help it if I drink the penalty drink.”

So Naksanjin and Yongsalgeom turned outside the tower.

“You’re not even fighting?”

Naksanjin did not answer Mahyeop’s question and just walked out of the tower. Their strides as they walked away without hiding their energy were indeed fast.

Yongwoon immediately looked back and said.

“Let’s leave. Right away.”

**

“Those damn bastards… they don’t know gratitude…!”

Namgung Seoho’s evil mutterings could be heard behind Yongwoon. They were each riding their horses and galloping towards Gwangdong.

The reason for not using the Kyungsin technique was, of course, because of Namgung Seoho and the preservation of public power. Even if he breathed in the original energy after Ogijowon, it would be difficult to continue using the Kyungsin technique in a hurry.

Because I had to prepare for battle,

Namgung Seoho’s anger did not seem to cool down.

Yongwoon suddenly asked.

“Eunhye. What did Namgung do to help Nak?”

“I helped you with all my might! My fucking marriage almost ended up with that fucking bitch who got the Nakpungkwon!”

Namgung Seoho answered Yongun’s questions obediently. It was unclear whether he was trying to relieve some resentment or was doing so as a fellow scholar.

“It’s all because of that guy!”

All four of them looked at him at the sudden mention of the name, but no one opened their mouths.

“The Ma-ui and Nam-gung families have lost their heads and heads. The two people who united heaven and earth, the pillars that supported their respective families, disappeared in an instant!”

Yes… Yongwoon recalled the past. Did he see Namgung Seoho as a magician? It seemed like he didn’t, since he didn’t remember.

Namgung Seoho continued to speak as if he was letting out all the things that had been building up until now.

“The Sega clan has had many enemies since ancient times, so it was only natural that Namgung and Nak joined forces. Furthermore, Namgung lost the head of the family to Kwonjon… so naturally, my father inherited my uncle’s position, and we became direct descendants.”

That’s a short story from Namgung Seoho’s childhood.

“But like this… that old bastard is leading the way in destroying Namgung! Damn it!”

Of course – Yongwoon had already read the relevant materials prepared by Gaeboong and Haomun.

When Namgung barely managed to survive the crisis with his thick roots, Nakga, who was left alone in Gangseo, sent a request to Namgung for rescue as he was faced with the onslaught of the Black Wave along with the karma of the past.

As Namgung broke off the marriage of Namgung Seoho, which I just mentioned, and at the same time turned his back on Nakga, Nakga naturally fell into ruin.

In the end, the current situation was created by countless grudges and debts being entangled in the world of martial arts. That’s why Yongwoon did not agree with Namgung Seoho’s words.

Namgung Seoho muttered.

“Damn, if only my uncle hadn’t listened to that bastard back then…”

At Namgung Seoho’s last words, Yongwoon, who felt a sense of foreboding for a moment, immediately asked him.

“Is that guy a member of the Vicious Dogs?”

Namgung Seoho did not answer Yongwoon’s question. He simply lost his senses and opened his mouth, but then closed it as if he had finally come to his senses.

what?

There was no time to answer questions.

Flash-

There is no avoiding it.

Before he could even realize it, Yongwoon’s hands reacted first. At the huge energy that stabbed him like a flash, Yongwoon’s two hands shot out lightning filled with magical energy.

Nahancheonroegong – Lightning Spear

It was impossible. It only slowed down the attack by half a breath, and Yongwoon’s full-powered lightning strike quickly evaporated in the flash.

What blocked the flash was the poison that poured out with a single strike.

In that brief moment, not even the blink of an eye, the hands of the masters who reached the sky were intertwined.

Kukwaaaaang!

Hehehe-

The horse’s cries were soon drowned out. All five horses died from the huge impact caused by the collision of tiles, and Yongwoon, who barely regained consciousness in the midst of the huge impact, managed to land on the ground while holding onto the back of Namgung Seoho’s neck.

“That’s great.”

Simple words. The moment that sound reached Yongwoon’s ears, which were deafened by shock, the man appeared in Yongwoon’s sight.

The martial arts uniform with the blue dragon on it was more splendid than that of the Yongsalgeom, but at the same time more restrained. The outer surface of the blue dragon fluttering in the wind was adorned with gold thread.

A middle-aged man with a neat black beard. Next to him is a mysterious spear that makes a lot of noise even for him.

Yongwoon felt as if he had been stripped naked when he met her unwavering, emotionless gaze.

A familiar feeling of helplessness. Presence, or power, and… that exact feeling of helplessness he had felt when Cheonma had fully revealed his power, ran down Yongwoon’s spine.

Yongwoon opened his eyes wide, barely able to chew his tongue. Namgung Seoho’s knees were already shaking.

“…The political bastards will be happy.”

The Gwanghyeolgeomju spoke. His usual smiling face was now frozen in place.

His sword was already drawn and in my hand, and Dang Hye also silently revealed Mandoksa to reality.

“That general came all the way here.”

The Gwanghyeolgeomju muttered and shook the dirt off his body.

The highest power of the imperial family.

The Great General, Changjon, blocked the path of the four.