Monochrome Sovereign [EN]: Chapter 1187

Tang Hyeong’s blurred eyes snapped open.

He clung to his fading life force with sheer will. His body, sensing the enemy’s renewed vigor, instinctively gathered internal energy into his dantian [an energy center in the lower abdomen].

“Kuaaaak!”

Kyu-Hong, screaming like a wounded beast, staggered backward.

It was an unbelievable sight.

The internal energy, triggered by the Amplifying Poison, caused an internal explosion with its immense power. The explosion turned into an uncontrollable fire that engulfed Kyu-Hong’s entire body.

Even a master of the Yang Flame Art would be in mortal danger with such severe burns all over their body. Moreover, his internal organs were damaged by the internal explosion.

Yet, he was regaining his strength. He was regaining consciousness.

Whirr!

Dark energy surged again.

It was a small amount, but its density was considerable. It wasn’t the power of a true Supreme Master, but it was a force on a different level than that of an absolute master.

“This can’t be!”

Tang Yu-Gwang stared at Kyu-Hong with eyes as if he were possessed.

If the Amplifying Poison was activated, death was inevitable. How could anyone survive when their internal organs, skin, blood vessels, and muscles were all burned away?

Yet, the impossible was happening.

“Dark energy….”

Tang Yu-Gwang, hearing Tang Hyeong’s mutter, suddenly realized.

‘It’s the regenerative power of the Reverse Heaven Dark Energy!’

Dark energy, with properties opposite to the divine energy of heaven, aims for immortality. In fact, it is believed that those who reach the pinnacle of dark energy can achieve a body close to immortality through the continuous proliferation of life force.

However, that was just a legend. Masters who reached the Supreme level with dark arts showed much faster regeneration than others, but they never regenerated from such extensive damage.

Even if it were Hwajeong of the Divine Flame Church, the opponent was the Vice Leader of the Blood Demon Church.

Woo-woo-woong!

Witnessing Kyu-Hong’s revival, Tang Hyeong poured his internal energy into his eyes and ears as if possessed.

Even with the power of a Supreme Master, his lost hearing and blurred vision could not be immediately restored, despite his weakening state.

‘I don’t need eyes.’

The density of his energy was decreasing every moment. He couldn’t divide it to restore both senses.

Tang Hyeong stimulated his acupoints with internal energy, forcibly restoring his lost hearing. The eardrums, torn by the desperate use of the Healing Art, were also regenerated.

“Kuaaaak!”

Another scream erupted from Kyu-Hong’s mouth.

But it was clearly different from the scream before. It was closer to a roar. It was the cry of a beast that could not come from a human throat.

“You bastard!”

Tang Yu-Gwang pulled out three daggers from his chest.

“Die, you wretched thing!”

Flash!

Three streaks of light accurately pierced Kyu-Hong’s forehead, solar plexus, and dantian.

He had not reached the Supreme level, and his internal energy was almost depleted, but he still displayed incredible assassination techniques. Even with minimal internal energy, his lifelong experience allowed him to accurately strike the enemy’s vital points.

However.

“Kuh-uh-uh.”

The dagger, with only its tip embedded in his forehead, fell to the ground.

The same was true for the solar plexus and dantian. Even though they were vital points and the one who threw them was Tang Yu-Gwang, they failed to penetrate Kyu-Hong’s body.

‘This can’t be!’

Tang Yu-Gwang couldn’t believe it.

‘Has he become indestructible?’

That was when it happened.

“You remind me of a sickening memory.”

Whirr!

A terrifying energy wave erupted from Tang Hyeong’s body as he slowly rose to his knees.

The dignity of a sect leader, the spirit of a warrior who had accepted death. Even with his dwindling internal energy, he displayed unbelievable power.

It was a revival that defied common sense. If Kyu-Hong’s revival was due to dark energy, Tang Hyeong’s revival was an explosion of life force caused by extreme anger and a spirit that had surpassed its limits.

Tang Hyeong roared.

“You bastards should never have been allowed to walk this earth!”

The sight of Kyu-Hong, transformed into a beast, brought back a terrible memory for Tang Hyeong.

Tang Ho.

His second son, who tried to usurp the position of the first son as head of the family, who had agreed to bring the Paradise Sect into Sichuan, who had even learned dark arts and eventually fallen into depravity. Tang Ho’s image was reflected in Kyu-Hong.

Tang Ho could not die as a member of the Tang Clan, nor as a human being. He died at the hands of Tang Gwan, not Tang Hyeong, but the moment he became a beast, the persona of Tang Ho had already disappeared from the world.

In the end, it was the Three Teachings [referring to the three major evil sects]. It was the Blood Demon Church.

Because of these bastards, Sichuan suffered, his second son died, and the family had to endure a great upheaval due to internal strife.

Kwarururung!

A thick poisonous aura rose from beneath Tang Hyeong’s feet.

The dark green poison, which had surged up with a roar, gradually lost its color.

However, the disappearance of the color did not mean that the poison itself was gone. Rather, the colorless poison was increasing its density and toxicity at an incredible rate, turning an area of about ten yards into a zone of death.

‘Ugh!’

The poison was so strong that even Tang Yu-Gwang, who was resistant to all kinds of poison, had to retreat ten yards away. It wasn’t just a matter of resistance; it was the density of the poison.

Thud! Thwack!

Small explosions occurred all over Kyu-Hong’s blackened body.

It was where the colorless poison had penetrated. Unable to withstand the destructive power of the high-density poison, his skin and muscles were bursting open.

Tang Hyeong’s face twisted like a demon.

Clear tears flowed down the dried bloodstains.

“Even in death, I will follow you to hell! In hell, I will kill you tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of times to avenge the innocent people of Sichuan who died!”

“Kuaaaang!!”

As Kyu-Hong roared again and charged at Tang Hyeong.

Tang Hyeong, who had already thrown off his black demon robe, was already in front of Kyu-Hong, holding a short sword.

Thwack!

Tang Hyeong grabbed Kyu-Hong’s face with his left hand and swung his left arm violently.

Kwaang!

He was slammed into the ground, starting from the back of his head. Kyu-Hong’s head was slightly crushed.

Even then, Kyu-Hong did not die. He wildly swung his remaining arm, and his sharp fingernails tore into the Dark King’s chest.

‘Yes, it’s because of you.’

His chest was being torn apart, muscles were ripped, and bones were scraped.

Yet, Tang Hyeong felt no pain. The pain of regret was a thousand, ten thousand times greater than the pain of his flesh.

The claws of this monster were like the struggles of the innocent people of Sichuan who had died unjustly. It didn’t matter if they tore and tore until they ripped out his heart. Until his heart was torn, he would kill and kill these demons again.

“You bastard!!”

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The formless poison carried by the short sword cut through Kyu-Hong’s body, which had become harder than steel, as easily as tofu.

Thwack! Thud! Thwack-thwack!

The short sword, held in reverse, stabbed Kyu-Hong’s body here and there. As if a mad killer was venting his anger, Tang Hyeong screamed and destroyed Kyu-Hong’s body.

Fuhwaaak!

Kyu-Hong’s body burst and melted in various places. His remaining arm had long lost its strength after being mangled by the short sword.

“Uaaaah!”

Thwack-thwack-thwack!

Tang Hyeong, who had been relentlessly stabbing his arm, chest, and abdomen, grabbed the short sword with both hands and delivered the final blow.

Kwaang!

A hazy smoke rose around the short sword that had accurately pierced Kyu-Hong’s forehead.

Whirr!

A foul odor emanated from Kyu-Hong’s melted head.

Tang Yu-Gwang’s eyes became hazy.

‘That’s it.’

The most extreme poison of the Tang Clan, the pinnacle of all poisons in the world, the poison of hell.

It was the Formless Supreme Poison, one of the five great poisons of the Tang Clan.

However, the current Formless Poison was not the real thing. It was so potent that even a Supreme Master could not handle it, so Tang Hyeong had reduced its potency to less than half. Even so, the Formless Poison was considered the best of the Tang Clan.

‘That is the true form of the Formless Poison, the strongest and most terrible poison of the main family.’

He drew out the strongest poison through death. It was the worst because it was the strongest, and it was the final poison because it was the worst. Tang Hyeong’s poison, which had gathered all his poison power, was worth more than ten thousand, ten thousand walls.

The poison, which even Tang Hyeong could not properly unleash without meeting several conditions, was completed by luck.

“Huk, huk.”

Tang Hyeong, who was breathing heavily, coughed up blood.

The blood he spat out was now so dark that it was indistinguishable from ink.

At the end of his life, with the Formless Poison that signified death, Tang Hyeong proved his enlightenment and avenged the people of Sichuan. A sense of peace finally settled on his face.

Thud.

Tang Hyeong, who had fallen sideways while still holding the short sword, had his eyes completely turn gray. He had lost his sight.

“Tang Hyeong!”

Tang Yu-Gwang, who quickly approached, examined Tang Hyeong.

The Formless Poison had already disappeared. The surrounding ground was blackened and dying, but the poison itself had vanished.

It was instantaneous to release and evaporate. It was truly like death, as its name suggested.

Like the birth of life, like disappearing in death.

“……You really have a tenacious life, don’t you?”

Tang Hyeong coughed, smiling.

Tang Yu-Gwang quickly took off his top and tore off a piece of the fabric.

“Just wait a little! Use the Emperor Poison Art! As long as you have a thread of life left, you must not give up on life! I’ll carry you and return to the clan soon, so never give up!”

“Brother.”

“Shut up! I haven’t received a sincere apology from you yet! Actions are not enough! After you get better, apologize ten times, a hundred times! Until then, you can’t die even if you want to!”

Tears welled up in Tang Yu-Gwang’s eyes.

He quickly picked up Tang Hyeong, secured him tightly with the torn fabric, and then began to use his movement technique, panting.

However, he was not moving very fast. His internal energy consumption was extreme. He was moving at the speed of a newly trained warrior, not even a peak master.

Nevertheless, as he gathered his strength and ran, he saw a large number of beggars gathering in the distance. Their faces were filled with worry, surprise, and various other expressions.

Tang Yu-Gwang didn’t pay attention to them. Right now, his priority was to heal Tang Hyeong. He had to run, even if his heart burst.

“Brother.”

“Shut your mouth! Use your internal energy!”

“……Brother.”

“I said shut up!”

“I’m sorry.”

Tears streamed down Tang Yu-Gwang’s face.

“I know! I know everything! So, first, use your internal energy…!”

Thud!

Due to his blurred vision, he didn’t notice the protruding rock. Tang Yu-Gwang stumbled and fell, then struggled to get up.

Just as he was about to run again.

“Father.”

Light seeped into Tang Yu-Gwang’s tear-filled eyes.

Nogu Clan members had gathered all around. Among them was Ga Deuk-Sang, who had arrived at some point.

And in the center of them.

Tang Gwan, who had been running non-stop, appeared before Tang Yu-Gwang. He had run so hard that even as a Supreme Master, his breathing was ragged.

Tang Gwan, looking at Tang Yu-Gwang with wide, tearful eyes, saw Tang Hyeong on his back.

“……Father.”

Tang Hyeong’s eyes trembled.

“Is that Gwan?”

“Father!”

The corners of Tang Hyeong’s mouth lifted.

“Really… you are a son who never listens.”

Tang Yu-Gwang collapsed to his knees.

Tang Gwan carefully lowered Tang Hyeong from his back.

Unexpectedly, Tang Gwan’s face was expressionless. However, his hands trembled slightly as he lifted Tang Hyeong.

“Father.”

“Yes.”

Tang Gwan smiled.

“What is this state for someone called the Dark King?”

“You try getting old. Even before coming here, it was hard for me to hold chopsticks. I’ve lived quite a long time.”

“…….”

“But it seems I knew you were coming, so I couldn’t let go of my last bit of attachment and remained in this world.”

“You did well.”

“Gwan-ah.”

“Yes.”

Tang Hyeong grabbed Tang Gwan’s arm.

“Let’s go back to where that disobedient cousin of mine made a fuss.”