Chapter 307
Chapter 307
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 310
Chapter Title: Annihilation of the Remnants
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Four Shadows Sect's Mo Kyung-hong glared with eyes wide enough to tear.
‘No, this can’t be!’
The moment he saw Jang Taesan, who had come from the main base, meet a gruesome death split in two, he felt the blood drain from his head.
A shock beyond mere astonishment and a chill raced down his spine.
It was a sight too unbelievable even after seeing it.
Who could have known that Jang Taesan, who had dominated the battlefield with overwhelming might, would die split like firewood!
No, who could have foreseen the situation turning out like this from the start!
“The main base’s experts……!”
“H-how……?”
“Ughhh! N-no, impossible!”
Jang Taesan’s death was far too pathetic for someone who had displayed such an immense presence that he shattered the Illusory Mist Formation.
For a peak expert on the verge of transcendence to die so miserably.
The absence of the central pillar expert plunged everything into chaos.
No matter how skilled they were in battle and schemes, they couldn’t stay calm in a situation like this.
“W-what happened to the conference warriors? N-no more reinforcements? None?!”
“The c-conference warriors are all dead! Dead, I tell you!”
The evil sect leaders stared ahead with trembling eyes.
Before they knew it, the Nangong Clan and their allied warriors, brimming with murderous intent, were charging forward in formation.
The evil alliance’s experts were falling one after another, while the Nangong side’s experts were still full of vigor.
Not just the family head, but even the elites and elders were not merely unscathed—they were rampaging wildly.
“Kill them all!”
“Don’t leave a single one!”
“Hrah! Block their retreat!”
The shouts grew louder.
No, closer.
The air felt choked, as if they’d be torn apart any second.
Mo Kyung-hong’s hands shook uncontrollably.
‘……We can’t win this. We can’t.’
They had marched on the Nangong Clan thinking it a sure victory—no, an overwhelming one—but the situation was completely reversed.
Watching the evil alliance experts crumble like a sandcastle, Mo Kyung-hong trembled.
‘……H-how did it come to this? How…….’
The initial momentum from their advance into Anhui had long vanished.
No, they were one step away from total defeat.
This was a battle they couldn’t win.
Not even sure if they could survive.
“F-fight! Fight, I say! We haven’t lost yet!”
Yeo Dong-pa of the Great Wave Sword Wave swung his sword and bellowed.
Puk!
“……!”
The man who had charged forward was pierced between the eyes by Dang Uicheon’s Flowing Leaf Blade and rolled on the ground.
Once more, the evil alliance warriors’ morale plummeted.
Their allies were being cut down helplessly.
It was as if to prove that numbers meant nothing now.
As his head cleared, his senses returned.
Mo Kyung-hong’s eyes darted wildly.
‘The conference warriors are dead, and the scales have tipped.’
Survival was the top priority now.
Mo Kyung-hong released the curse he had cast on the righteous faction.
Then, he cautiously began to slip backward.
“Mo Kyung-hong! You dog bastard!”
“Stop! We need to pull back too!”
“Then the conference……!”
“Our lives are on the line right now—does that matter?!”
The evil alliance warriors began to clash among themselves.
In the midst of it, the Nangong Clan warriors charged in with mad ferocity.
At the forefront, Nangong Jangcheon unleashed Thunderous Barrier Force, sweeping away the evil warriors.
Seok!
“Kaaack!”
Soul-Reaving Sword Mu-gyeong’s right arm was severed with a chilling sound.
He glared at Nangong Jangcheon with a twisted face.
Though the Soul-Reavers blocked the way, they couldn’t stop Nangong Jangcheon’s Sovereign Sword Form.
A flash of white light erupted.
Puhwaaak!
The white light turned red as fragmented corpses flew into the air.
Seok!
“This…… shit……!”
Nangong Jangcheon didn’t spare a glance at Mu-gyeong, whose throat was slit, and pursued the fleeing evil warriors.
The evil warriors, paralyzed by fear of the conference, began trembling and backing away.
Even Ghost Valley Stronghold’s Soul-Reaving Sword Mu-gyeong, the overlord of Fujian Province, lay dead and cold—they could endure no more.
From one or two, it swelled to dozens, hundreds in an instant.
“Pursue them!”
Nangong Jangcheon’s voice, thick with killing intent, echoed.
Nangong Clan and Hefei alliance warriors leaped forward.
“R-run away—!”
“R-run…….”
“Where do you think you’re going!”
Shyaaak! Peuk!
A dark shadow plummeted from the sky, severing the neck of a fleeing evil warrior in one stroke.
“Eek, eek!”
A red demonic sword plunged into the back of the one who whirled around in fright.
With their escape route blocked in an instant, the people panicked.
The evil warriors were horrified at their blocked retreat, while the Nangong warriors were stunned to see Nangong Hyeok standing in their path.
Nangong Hyeok yanked the demonic sword from the enemy’s back and limped forward.
Nangong Jangcheon gasped.
“S-second brother!”
He was supposed to be en route to the rear right now?!
In that state, what……
What……
“Kill them all—! Don’t let a single one escape! Capture them all!”
Nangong Hyeok roared and began chasing the fleeing enemies like a yaksha.
The Thunder Dragon Squad followed behind.
* * *
“Huk, heuk!”
Mo Kyung-hong fled, pale as a ghost.
He ran from the Nangong Clan so desperately he wasn’t sure if he was on two legs or four.
“To think the Nangong Clan was this strong, that those hated bastards formed an alliance…….”
The Nangong Clan had been on the rise, but it was less than a year since they’d been called the weakest of the Five Great Clans.
Yet they hadn’t even properly toppled that one clan, and now it had come to this.
He hadn’t known the Nangong Clan had so many experts, nor anticipated such meticulous preparations.
Who could have guessed that three famous rival clans in the martial world would unite against them!
Who could have predicted the Beggars’ Gang, rumored to be at odds with the Orthodox Heaven Alliance, would show up!
All those variables had converged to create this outcome.
Jang Taesan and the conference warriors were all dead, and Ghost Valley Stronghold, the overlord of Fujian, had suffered near-total annihilation.
The allied warriors were barely clinging to life.
But even those lives were in peril from the pursuit by the Nangong Clan and the Five Clans alliance.
‘We shouldn’t have come from the start. From the very beginning…… damn it all!’
He should have just quietly researched curses—why had greed and ambition drawn him into this war!
‘Never, absolutely never setting foot in the martial world again.’
Not only pursued by the Five Clans, but branded a conference traitor.
He turned his head.
“Just a bit more effort. Just a little…….”
Mo Kyung-hong, urging on his ragged Four Shadows Sect disciples, began trembling.
“……Th-that…….”
Someone was racing up from the base of the hill, covered in blood.
The only ones who could run here in such a state were Nangong Clan warriors.
Even from over a hundred張 away, palpable hostility reached them.
The speed increased, and the tiny dot of a man closed in right before their eyes in an instant.
Mo Kyung-hong was terrified by the peak-level lightness skill.
“Eek, eek!”
It was definitely the one who had felled Jang Taesan.
He thought he’d turned Jang Taesan and the conference experts to mincemeat and collapsed from fatal wounds—how had he chased them here!
Madness and killing intent poured from Nangong Hyeok, who ran drenched in blood.
The Four Shadows Sect disciples panicked.
Mo Kyung-hong grimaced and shouted.
“Block him! He’s alone and badly wounded!”
The Four Shadows Sect disciples hesitated at the sight of the charging Nangong Hyeok but gritted their teeth.
He clearly looked gravely injured, so they thought they might manage if they tried.
“Block him!”
“Grab him, grab him!”
“He’s alone!”
“Chant the Four Shadows Formation!”
Woooong!
The Four Shadows Sect disciples drew their swords and rushed at Nangong Hyeok.
Seogeok!
“Kek!”
With chilling sounds, the Four Shadows Sect disciples were sliced like paper by Nangong Hyeok’s demonic sword.
“The F-four Shadows Formation isn’t working!”
“N-no way!”
“W-what?”
The Four Shadows Formation’s power to fracture minds and induce chaos had no effect on Nangong Hyeok.
The energy of the Heaven-Equaling Bright King Art, which even repelled the demonic qi in the demonic sword, rendered evil thoughts powerless.
An opponent immune even to curses.
The Four Shadows Sect disciples despaired at Nangong Hyeok, who charged like a merciless demon.
To make matters worse.
The disciples seeking their top expert, Mo Kyung-hong, panicked greatly.
“L-leader…… f-fuck!”
Mo Kyung-hong, who should have been with them, was gone.
He had slipped away the moment combat began.
Nangong Hyeok’s ferocity had blinded them to it, and they never imagined their sect leader would abandon them—the shock was immense.
The Four Shadows Sect disciples stared blankly at where Mo Kyung-hong had stood, then gaped at the noise rising from below the hill.
Dudududu—!
Survivors from the Absolute Peak Three Gates and Jiangsu’s Great Wave Sword Wave were fleeing in disarray, pursued by the Thunder Dragon Squad.
“Sp-spare me!”
“Kaaack!”
“P-please—!”
The Thunder Dragon Squad’s killing intent flayed their flesh as they slaughtered the resistors.
They showed no mercy either.
“These are the ones who attacked the main house! No quarter!”
“How dare they!”
“Sweep them away!”
Despair deepened on the Four Shadows Sect disciples’ faces.
“We’re…… done for…….”
Nangong Hyeok loomed before them, and right below, the Thunder Dragon Squad bared savage fangs.
Saaak!
Nangong Hyeok slashed a Four Shadows Sect disciple, his eyes icy.
‘Not leaving a single one.’
The Nangong Clan had to remain a terror to enemies.
He had to show what happened when one drew a blade against them.
So they could never draw another, not even dream of it.
That was the path Nangong Hyeok had walked, and ahead, only the Nangong Clan walked with him.
‘No loose ends.’
That was what Nangong Hyeok aimed to do now.
Paat!
Ignoring his forcibly set bones, torn muscles, and depleted inner energy.
The body could heal with treatment.
But loose ends and vengeance only grew more ensnaring when delayed.
Nangong Hyeok and the Thunder Dragon Squad began cleaning up the evil alliance remnants.
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Step, step.
The Orthodox Heaven Alliance’s outer division Demon Slaying Squad moved slowly into Anhui Province.
Even with a hundred men, their footsteps were nearly silent, demonstrating their prowess.
“Squad leader, half a day and we’ll reach the Nangong Clan.”
Geon Pilsang nodded at his subordinate’s words.
“Half a day—hope they’ve wrapped things up by then.”
“Let’s hurry. We don’t want blame falling on us unnecessarily.”
“Blame.”
Geon Pilsang lightly stroked his beard with a subtle expression.
“That’s why we’re going, isn’t it? This should’ve gone through countless procedures, but the head office rushed to the battlefield—who can blame us?”
“That’s true. Still, the subordinates…….”
“No need to worry.”
Geon Pilsang replied lightly, then smiled faintly.
“Perfect excuse incoming. The Four Shadows Sect?”
“Yes?”
“How you frame a martial world incident changes the public’s view, doesn’t it?”
Geon Pilsang shifted his gaze.
In the direction he looked, Mo Kyung-hong—unkempt hair, beggar-like—raced as if chased by something.
The Demon Slayers, spotting him late, lit up.
“Huh, heuk! Sp-spare…… spare me…… p-please…….”
Paat!
Geon Pilsang spurred his horse and in one motion severed Mo Kyung-hong’s head with his blade.
Seok!
He snatched the head flying into the air.
Drip, drip!
Holding Mo Kyung-hong’s head by the hair, blood dripping, Geon Pilsang looked at his surprised subordinate.
“We were delayed dealing with evil sect remnants.”
“Yes.”
“Then, let’s move.”
The Demon Slaying Squad headed to the Nangong Clan with Mo Kyung-hong’s head.