Became a God-Level M Chapter 264 : Tiger of Hebei

Chapter 264: Tiger of Hebei

Jin Seong-un and the Saber King moved across the battlefield, clashing blade against blade.

A massive great saber, so large that an ordinary man would struggle even to lift it, moved as freely as the wind.

Bang, bang—!

Each ti the blades collided, it sounded as if explosions were erupting. Jin Seong-un had to grip his sword so tightly that his wrist throbbed.

It was truly overwhelming physical strength. The Seomun Clan and the Hwangbo Clan were also known for such power, but the martial artists of the Hebei Peng Clan possessed bodies like Mount Tai itself.

With those enormous physiques, they wielded the largest and sharpest great sabers in the world as freely as a tiger baring its fangs.

“So you are the Guest Dragon?”

Even while exchanging blows, the Saber King asked leisurely. However, Jin Seong-un had no room to answer.

He simply focused all his mind on blocking and striking. Each swing of his sword had to contain his full strength. Even the slightest mistake felt as though it would lead directly to death.

Clang—!

After knocking the Saber King’s great saber upward, Jin Seong-un quickly widened the distance. His qi was in turmoil, and he needed a mont to catch his breath.

But the Saber King did not allow it. With a single leap, his massive body surged forward like a flying tiger.

Jin Seong-un had no other choice.

Despite his unstable qi, he forced more out of his dantian and faced him head-on.

Clang, clang, clang—!

Their blades collided repeatedly.

The Saber King showed no restraint. Though his eyes held deep interest and surprise toward Jin Seong-un, it was clear he saw no reason to spare his life.

For a fleeting mont, his saber strike seed to slow.

At least, that was how Jin Seong-un felt.

Seizing the brief opening, he tried to step back and steady his breathing.

‘No.’

There was nowhere he could move.

It was a bizarre sensation. No matter which direction he stepped, it felt as though that slow-moving saber would cleave his entire body in two.

Perhaps it was only natural.

The Five Tigers Severing the Gate Saber of the Peng Clan was an ultimate technique that cut not only the opponent’s position but also all directions around it in a single strike.

Thus, Jin Seong-un abandoned the thought of retreating.

He realized there was no way to block that strike through normal ans. Just as the Blood Demon Qi stirred faintly within his dantian—

Clang—!

A sword suddenly slipped between Jin Seong-un and the Saber King, intercepting the strike of the Five Tigers Severing the Gate Saber.

There was no need to turn his head to check.

It was the Songmun Ancient Sword—Hyeon-un’s blade.

In that brief instant, Jin Seong-un swung his sword without hesitation. Since Hyeon-un had bought him ti, he intended to seize the opportunity and aim for the Saber King’s life.

Clang—!

But this ti, a dagger blocked Jin Seong-un’s sword. Tang Tae-san had arrived alongside Hyeon-un, each intercepting the weapons of the two fighters.

Jin Seong-un looked at Tang Tae-san in confusion. Tang Tae-san shook his head and said,

“If blood is shed among the Orthodox Faction, there may be no turning back. Wait just a little longer.”

“Yes, well… understood.”

Jin Seong-un soon lowered his sword.

Even before the great elders of the Tang Clan and the Wudang Sect, the Saber King rely smiled leisurely and spoke,

“So the White Cloud Sword senior is here as well. What brings you all this way despite your age?”

The Saber King withdrew his blade.

Jin Seong-un, Hyeon-un, and Tang Tae-san each stepped back, regulating their breathing. During this, Tang Tae-san quietly transmitted his voice to Jin Seong-un.

* Even so, if they refuse to withdraw… I will release poison, so prepare yourself. If you cannot kill him in a single strike, leave without hesitation. The rest will be handled by

and Senior White Cloud Sword.

Although the arrival of the Hebei Peng Clan had temporarily halted the fight, Tang Tae-san was already considering the possibility of ultimately clashing with them. Truly, the Tang Clan feared nothing under heaven.

anwhile, the conversation between the Saber King and the White Cloud Sword continued.

“So the Peng Clan intends to protect the Myriad Gold Manor?”

“That is how it is. So take your juniors and withdraw now. The sa goes for you, Tang Tae-san. If I were to kill the two of you here, what would the Wudang Sword Immortal and the Poison King think of ?”

The Saber King spoke confidently. Though Hyeon-un was a senior within the Orthodox Murim, he was not a man overly concerned with courtesy.

In terms of martial prowess, he believed himself superior, and as the head of one of the Five Great Clans, he saw no reason to fear Hyeon-un.

Hyeon-un responded calmly.

“Do you think you can kill us?”

At that, the Saber King let out a scoff.

Yet he could not answer imdiately.

If the battle truly reached its peak, he was confident he could eventually kill both Tang Tae-san and Hyeon-un—though he would likely have to sacrifice an arm.

Even so, he did not wish for it. They were fellow mbers of the Orthodox Faction, and behind them stood the Tang Clan and the Wudang Sect.

“Even if I don’t kill you, what changes? Likewise, the two of you cannot kill .”

“Moyong Cheon and Seomun Jeok are here as well.”

“Heh, surely the great White Cloud Sword senior does not intend to gang up on ? Four against one?”

“If it is war, why not?”

“Then try it.”

The Saber King grinned.

It was a aningless exchange. The reason neither side could kill the other was not rely due to martial prowess.

This situation heavily favored those defending and greatly disadvantaged those trying to break through.

The Saber King understood this well, which was why he remained so relaxed.

“Whether you attack together, use poison, or even bring thunder bombs and blow them up—do everything you can. But until you kill , no one will step into the Myriad Gold Hall.”

The Myriad Gold Hall was the most central building within the inner manor of the Myriad Gold Manor, accessible only to the two chief stewards and the Ha family.

anwhile, the battle gradually died down.

Just as the Saber King and the White Cloud Sword could not strike each other, the martial artists below also felt uneasy fighting fellow mbers of the Orthodox Faction.

At that mont—

A man drenched in blood walked forward step by step. In his hand, he held the severed head of the Bright Moon Saber.

“Haa…”

Seomun Jeok, who had finally killed the Bright Moon Saber in cooperation with the head of the Moyong Clan, exhaled heavily as if exhausted.

Then, he casually tossed the severed head into the center of the battlefield.

The eyes of the wanderers, both orthodox and unorthodox, turned toward it at once. Among them, those who had known the Bright Moon Saber burned with anger.

One man stepped forward and approached the Saber King.

Judging by the aura he emitted, he seed to be at the peak of the Absolute Realm or just stepping into the Transcendent Realm. At least dozens of wanderers here likely followed him.

He spoke to the Saber King.

“If you ca to help us, then fight to the end. If not, leave. We ca here to fight. And we have just witnessed the death of our closest brother. Naturally, we must avenge him. How can you stand there chatting with the enemy?”

“What nonsense are you spouting?”

The Saber King replied indifferently.

The man’s brows twitched at the blatant condescension.

In general, wanderers were not the type to bow unconditionally just because their opponent was strong.

“If you’re going to fight, then fight. If not, then get los—”

The man could not finish his words.

The Saber King’s great saber instantly severed his neck.

Blood splattered in all directions. The Saber King casually flicked the blood off his blade and spoke,

“You stray dogs who do nothing but chase the scent of blood—who do you think you’re barking at?”

His sharp gaze swept across the wanderers on the battlefield. Just because he had taken the side of the Myriad Gold Manor did not an he intended to join forces with re wanderers, especially those straddling both orthodox and unorthodox factions.

After all, the Peng Clan—known as the Tiger of Hebei—had always held wanderers, often likened to stray dogs, in utter contempt.

The Saber King continued,

“The affairs of the Myriad Gold Manor will be handled by our Peng Clan. So you stray dogs should get lost imdiately. If any of you are still here by the count of three, I will slaughter every last one of you.”

As if to prove his words, martial artists of the Hebei Peng Clan began pouring in from all directions. They glared fiercely at the wanderers, their killing intent surging.

There were easily two to three hundred of them. Their overwhelming presence crushed the battlefield.

The wanderers began fleeing in panic. Among them, however, were those who could not hold their tongues.

“Are you not afraid of the Wanderer King?! He will surely make the Peng Clan and the Seomun Clan—!”

Before he could finish—

Crunch—!

The Saber King casually unleashed a heavy surge of saber force, instantly bisecting the man at the waist.

He then slamd his great saber into the ground. The vibration, infused with inner power, spread outward. After that, no wanderer dared to open their mouth recklessly.

Once all the martial artists of both orthodox and unorthodox paths had withdrawn from the battlefield—

The atmosphere grew even more peculiar.

Aside from Jin Seong-un and Seo Yu-gyeom, everyone present was now clearly part of the Orthodox Faction.

The martial artists of the Hebei Peng Clan and the Hwangbo Clan stood before the Myriad Gold Hall like an impenetrable wall, while facing them were the forces of the Sichuan Tang Clan, the Moyong Clan, the Seomun Clan, and the Wudang Sect.

Nearly a thousand orthodox martial artists faced one another, their energies subtly rising.

A suffocating tension gripped the battlefield, as if sothing could erupt at any mont.

At that mont, the Saber King’s gaze suddenly turned to one side.

“You there, you rat-like bastard. Do you want your head to fly off as well?”

Seo Yu-gyeom, who had been trying to sneak into the Myriad Gold Hall, imdiately turned back and returned to Jin Seong-un’s side.

“There were so many people, I thought I wouldn’t get caught.”

Seomun Ak and Moyong Hyeon, who had approached at so point, stared at Seo Yu-gyeom as if he were insane.

anwhile, the White Cloud Sword, Hyeon-un, surveyed the scene with clear displeasure before speaking,

“A re Myriad Gold Manor is splitting the Orthodox Faction in two.”

“If you dislike it, then you should withdraw, Senior. If you truly wish to take the head of the Master of Myriad Gold Manor, then simply kill .”

“Clan Head Peng. Throughout the history of Murim, do you know what happened whenever the Orthodox Faction split into factions under nas like the Murim Alliance, the Righteous Heaven Alliance, the Justice Heaven Alliance, or the Righteousness Alliance?”

“The demonic and unorthodox paths rose to power. When the Orthodox Faction weakens, they naturally grow stronger.”

“And yet, knowing that, you still choose to stand with the Myriad Gold Manor? They are people who treat the lives of commoners lightly and have even colluded with the Demonic Cult.”

The Saber King looked at the White Cloud Sword with an indifferent expression. Being from the Peng Clan, known for their hot-blooded temperant, he seed to be growing irritated.

“So what do you want

to do? Punishnt for that matter can be handled step by step by the Murim Alliance or the authorities.”

“Was it not the Myriad Gold Manor that first chose the way of Murim?”

“Ah, you an sending assassins to that inn? Are all of you out of your minds? Aren’t you ashad that so many of you gathered here over sothing as trivial as a single inn?”

The Saber King pointed arrogantly at all the martial artists of the Tang Clan, Wudang Sect, Moyong Clan, and Seomun Clan.

Then, he pointed directly at Jin Seong-un and said,

“At a single word from this young man, the Five Great Clans and the Nine Sects One Gang have mobilized—yet you feel no sha? White Cloud Sword Senior, Moyong Cheon Senior, answer . And you lot—Seomun Jeok, Tang Tae-san—say sothing as well.”

At those insulting words, the killing intent of the Orthodox martial artists—excluding the Peng Clan and the Hwangbo Clan—grew even more intense.

The White Cloud Sword spoke quietly,

“If you truly insist on shielding the Myriad Gold Manor, then we have no other choice.”

The aning of his words was clear.

In the courtyard of the Myriad Gold Manor, the martial artists of the Orthodox Faction would spill each other’s blood.

Regardless of victory or defeat, the Orthodox Faction would fall into chaos. Upon hearing the news, the Wudang Sword Immortal of the Wudang Sect and the Poison King of the Sichuan Tang Clan would surely make their moves.

Those who supported them would gather their strength, while those backing the Peng Clan and the Hwangbo Clan would also assemble.

The White Cloud Sword was right. If war broke out here, the Orthodox Faction would split in two. The wealth of the Myriad Gold Manor had divided the Murim.

Once things escalated to that point, even the diation of the Murim Alliance would no longer work.

“Hah, have you all lost your minds?”

The Saber King let out a hollow laugh as he raised his aura. He was not a man who thought far ahead. Whatever might happen later did not matter—if those before him released their killing intent, he was not the type to endure it, regardless of seniority.

Hyeon-un, Tang Tae-san, Moyong Cheon, and Seomun Jeok also released their auras in response.

As the presences of these leaders collided at the forefront, a dangerous atmosphere spread in all directions.

Rumble—!

Soon, the combined aura of nearly a thousand martial artists shook the heavens and earth.

Just as the clouds of war began to gather—

“Enough.”

It was a short voice.

Yet it carried a pressure far greater than that of the Saber King or anyone else present.

That quiet presence instantly crushed all the energy on the battlefield.

Considering the individuals gathered there, it was truly astonishing.

The heads of great clans and sects.

The White Cloud Sword of the Seven Masters of Wudang, and the Poison Lord, the great elder of the Tang Clan.

Even the Saber King, one of the Twenty-Seven Stars of the World and a master of the Huajing Realm.

To suppress such figures with re presence alone—

There were only a handful in the entire world capable of such a feat.