Murim Login - Chapter 354
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Clang! Ka-ka-ka-kang!
“These vicious bastards! Show no mercy!”
“The Heavenly Lord commands us! Destroy the Tang Clan!”
Swords clashed. Heavy breathing and shouts echoed. Hundreds of fighters were entangled in a deadly melee, their murderous intent and the stench of blood saturating the air. In the dawn mist, darkened by poisonous smoke, warriors brandished their weapons and charged at each other.
Thunk!
“Graaah!”
A young man screamed in agony. Born as a side branch of the Great Tang Clan, he reached the level of a first-rate martial artist without much difficulty. Thanks to his considerable talent and unexpected composure for his age, he was highly regarded by those around him.
But now, the bright future of this young man was extinguished alongside the black sword energy. A diagonal slash tore through his upper body, marking his end. The black-robed man watched the young man collapse, spewing blood and internal organs.
“That kid was tough.”
The fight was decided in just three exchanges. However, the nameless warrior of the Tang Clan attempted mutual destruction, even at the cost of his own life. The thin needle embedded under the black-robed man’s collarbone was proof of that.
“As expected of the Tang Clan.”
The black-robed man clicked his tongue as he pulled out the needle. The barely visible tip was blackened, indicating it was poisoned.
“Huff!”
Suddenly, his vision blurred. The poison was rapidly spreading from the collarbone throughout his body. In this state, even with supreme inner strength, he could only buy some time. Moreover, in this chaotic battlefield, being poisoned by the Tang Clan meant he was as good as dead.
Yet, the black-robed man didn’t panic. In fact, he smiled.
“The Heavenly Lord is great.”
A suppressed voice slipped through his teeth. Inside his mouth, a small bead was held. The bead emitted a strange light that flowed down his throat like a river.
Ssshhhh.
The change was instantaneous. His blurred vision cleared, and his weakened body regained strength and vitality. All the poison in his body was purged, and he shivered with renewed energy. He was filled with the vitality bestowed upon him by his revered Heavenly Lord.
“The Heavenly Lord has descended upon me!”
As the black-robed man, filled with elation, turned to find another victim, he heard a voice.
“You’re mistaken. What descends upon you is the King of Hell.”
Thunk!
A flying dagger embedded itself between his brows, its power crushing his skull and brain. Instantly dead, the bead rolled out of his mouth, falling into another’s hand.
An old man with gray eyes murmured as he looked at the bead.
“These bastards… they possess such artifacts.”
A regular martial artist might think the bead was an anti-poison pearl. But the old man, Tang Jin-Hu, a direct descendant of the Great Tang Clan who had experienced the war between the righteous and demonic factions, instinctively knew it was something different.
“What is this?”
The anti-poison pearls usually had a clear, transparent quality. The clearer they were, the better the detoxifying properties and the higher the value. However, the bead held by the black-robed man was ominously black, like a storm cloud, yet it had effectively neutralized the Tang Clan’s lethal poison.
The bigger issue was…
“Every one of these bastards has one. This makes our poison techniques and traps useless.”
Moreover, their leather armor was resistant to most weapons. Now, Tang Jin-Hu understood why the Tang Clan’s alarm sounded. If this continued, a bloodbath worse than that of the Kyungwol Year would ensue.
“You bastards…”
Tang Jin-Hu crushed the bead, his face filled with killing intent as he extended his arms. Silver threads coiled around his wrists, filled with internal energy, shot out and lit up the surroundings with a white flash.
Ssshhhhh.
“Gah!”
“Argh!”
Few managed to scream before dying. Whether they were first-rate or supreme martial artists, death found them equally. Blocking with weapons was futile. The silver threads, aptly named Soul-Snaring Threads, cut through everything, including flesh, bones, and lives.
Tang Jin-Hu decapitated ten more black-robed men with his threads and shouted.
“Do not retreat! Aim for vital points with hidden weapons and attack in groups!”
“Great Elder! I am here too!”
“These bastards dare invade our home! I, Heaven’s Poison Guest, will not let this stand!”
Tang Jin-Hu was the retired supreme martial artist and leader of the Elders’ Council. As more seasoned experts joined the fray, hope flickered in the eyes of the Tang Clan warriors.
“Grandfather!”
“The Great Elder is here! The Elders’ Council is moving!”
But their joy was short-lived.
Kaka-kang, swish!
“Aargh!”
“Tang Hui!”
“You brat, is this the time to be distracted?”
Thunk!
“Help… gurgle!”
“The Heavenly Lord! Praise the Heavenly Lord who is with us. Kill them all!”
The black-robed men’s skills surpassed those of the Tang Clan warriors. Their armor and strange anti-poison beads rendered the Tang Clan’s renowned poisons and hidden weapons ineffective.
Despite the valiant efforts of Tang Jin-Hu and the other elders, there was a clear limit.
Ssshhhh, thud.
Tang Jin-Hu gritted his teeth after decapitating two more black-robed men with his threads.
“Where did these bastards come from…”
The scene before him was devastating. The black-robed men, seemingly possessed, chanted to the Heavenly Lord while swinging their weapons. Each time they advanced, blocking the weapons and navigating through the poison fog, blood splattered and bodies piled up.
In the vacant, lifeless eyes of the Tang Clan warriors, a red flame suddenly flared. The hot flames and acrid smoke pushed back the poison fog and consumed the fallen bodies.
Tang Jin-Hu screamed, blood spilling from his lips.
“You bastards! How dare you kill my kin!”
The mighty Demonic Sect had suffered over a thousand casualties to breach the Tang Clan’s defenses, yet these mere three hundred men were causing such havoc.
“Cough! Great Elder…”
“Brother!”
Thunk!
Even the elders, who once roamed the martial world, could not escape death. Though not all had reached the pinnacle like Tang Jin-Hu, each elder was at the cusp of ultimate martial prowess. But when one was felled, five more black-robed men took his place, and if they were slain, ten more surged forward.
Among the ten charging in a suicide attack, one was a supreme martial artist in disguise.
Swish, thud.
Sacrificing dozens of subordinates, the black-robed supreme martial artist beheaded another elder, laughing triumphantly.
“The Tang Clan elders aren’t much.”
“You bastard!”
Ssshhhhh! Thunk!
Despite Tang Jin-Hu’s desperate efforts, the situation did not improve. Over a hundred Tang Clan members had already lost their lives, and half of the outer courtyard was now in the enemy’s hands.
“Huff, huff.”
Moreover, his internal energy and stamina were rapidly depleting. The battlefield was beyond the control of an aging supreme martial artist.
Realizing this, Tang Jin-Hu lamented.
“Where is the Clan Head? Where are the Tang Clan’s Ten Greats?”
If they were here, the situation might have been different. The Clan Head and the Tang Clan’s Ten Greats could have turned the tide. But…
“Heh. They’re probably quite busy right now.”
At that moment, a voice whispered into his ear, causing Tang Jin-Hu’s heart to sink.
“Who are you!”
“Who am I… Well, it doesn’t matter. Just disappear.”
Boom.
With a powerful attack, several black-robed men were thrown aside, their bodies mangled.
An old man, covered in blood, walked forward and grinned at Tang Jin-Hu.
“Now you can see me better.”
The short, ugly old man’s appearance caused Tang Jin-Hu’s eyes to tremble.
“You are…”
“Do you know me?”
“I never imagined the demon of Qinghai would still be alive.”
The old man, Il-Gwi, opened his eyes wide.
“Ah, I see. You’re the young brat from the Tang Clan. Have you improved your use of the Soul-Snaring Threads?”
“Enough to cut off your head.”
“I thought the Tang Clan was pragmatic for a righteous sect, but you seem to be an exception. Lost in such delusions.”
“Young brat. It seems you don’t quite understand yet, so let this old man enlighten you.”
Il-Gwi laughed, continuing.
“You, your Clan Head, those fools called the Tang Clan’s Ten Greats, all of you will die. Anyone with the Tang surname, dog or otherwise, will be killed and burned.”
“Bastard!”
“Don’t take it too hard. The Heavenly Lord is fair to all. He has meted out the same punishment to the monks and Daoists. Hahaha.”
Tang Jin-Hu froze, forgetting his anger. Only now did he realize that Il-Gwi’s two brothers, who always shadowed him, were not present.
“Ami and Cheongseong…”
The massacre was not confined to the Tang Clan alone. The same tragedy was unfolding at Ami and Cheongseong. The three sects that ruled Sichuan were all engaged in battles of survival today, within a hellscape drawn by these invaders.
“Even after all these years… you are truly a demon.”
Tang Jin-Hu spat out his words as if chewing them. Il-Gwi responded with an even brighter smile.
“I’m honored. There is no higher compliment than that for someone like me.”
“I’ll kill you.”
“Such youthful dreams from an old man.”
Il-Gwi cackled maniacally, raising the twin axes in his hands.
“Now, let’s taste some blood again.”
With that as a signal, hundreds of black-robed men, already occupying the outer courtyard, surged forward like a wave. The surviving Tang Clan warriors stood their ground in a desperate bid to fend them off.
“Go! Kill anything you see!”
“Stop them! Do not let them into the inner courtyard!”
Two figures charged at each other at the forefront of the battle.
Ssshhhhh.
With resolute determination in his eyes, Tang Jin-Hu unleashed his Soul-Snaring Threads with all his might.
‘Clan Head, please be safe.’
Boom!
“Cough.”
Tang Sa-Do looked at his trembling hands. Dark blood mixed with small pieces of internal organs stained his palms.
Somehow…
His weary voice trailed off as he slowly lifted his head. Another life was snuffed out before his eyes.
Thunk! Thud!
A body collapsed like a rotten log, its head severed. For someone of his reputation, it was a pitiful death.
“They called you the Tang Clan’s Ten Greats, but you weren’t much.”
Standing a few steps away from the corpse, a middle-aged man wiped the blood splatter from his face.
“Of course, now it should be called the Tang Clan’s Three Greats.”
Tang Sa-Do looked at the man with blurry eyes. Introducing himself as the Western Heavenly Demon, he was the one who killed Tang Sa-Do’s father. No poison technique or combined assault by the Tang Clan’s Ten Greats could touch him.
‘Is this the end?’
Tang Sa-Do still had the strength to fight. The three surviving members of the Tang Clan’s Ten Greats were also still standing. But how could they face such a monster?
Just as despair threatened to overwhelm him, the pride of being the clan leader and the Tang blood flowing through his veins gave him strength.
‘Not yet. It’s not over yet.’
“Why don’t you just sit down? You must be exhausted.”
“For some reason, I know you don’t intend to kill me.”
“Hmm. I’ve said it before, the Poison King raised you well.”
“Just kill me already.”
“That’s not going to happen. But maybe I should weaken you a bit more.”
As the Western Heavenly Demon frowned and extended his hand towards Tang Sa-Do, a voice interrupted.
“Wait! Please wait!”
Startled, both men turned to see a young man rushing in, panting heavily.
“Phew, I made it. Thank you for waiting!”
Seeing the young man, Cheong-Pung, the Western Heavenly Demon thought to himself.
‘What kind of lunatic is this?’