Chapter 162
“*Am I dreaming right now?*”
Soul-Snatching Divine Blade Goo Moon-hoe, a figure whose cold demeanor was second to none even within the Demonic Heavenly Cult, was a promising new Master within the Demonic Cult, predicted to become one of the future Ten Great Demon Stars.
His life, which had never known failure, had achieved success with unstoppable momentum.
Frankly, he feared no one, unless it was one of the Twelve Venerables or the Ten Great Demon Stars.
That wasn't arrogance; his life up to this point was the clearest evidence.
So, when he heard the news that, accompanied by the emergency bells, an intruder had appeared in the Demonic Heavenly Cult, he bravely picked up his beloved Black Blade.
He found it utterly laughable, wondering what madman dared to invade the Demonic Heavenly Cult.
However, he soon encountered an unbelievable sight.
The massive Asura Gate had collapsed.
And then,
“*Crazy... Wh-what is that?!*”
Goo Moon-hoe’s eyes shook uncontrollably as if an earthquake had struck.
No, he even nearly dropped the Black Blade he held without realizing it.
It was because Goo Moon-hoe had never once imagined such a situation in his entire life.
Something utterly absurd was happening.
All because of a single man who had suddenly stormed into the Demonic Heavenly Cult’s Main Headquarters.
CRASH!
With each massive explosion, dozens, even hundreds, of Demonic Cultists were sent flying like scraps of paper in every direction.
“Stop him! Stop him!”
“Aargh!”
The Commanders and Leaders, who commanded the Warriors, shouted at the top of their lungs, trying to calm their subordinates, but it was all in vain.
That wasn't the kind of situation where mere shouting would help.
CRUMBLE!
The Heaven-Breaking Squad, the Darkness Squad.
Even the Blood Sea Demonic Swordsman, the Yin Wind Old Monster, the Black Image Ghost, and the Cruel Sword were all being swept away.
With each move, each technique unleashed by a single man, not only the Masters the Demonic Heavenly Cult boasted of, but also the buildings, the entire area were utterly devastated.
[Demon Annihilation Palm]
As he swung his hand or threw a punch,
[Blade Wind]
And each time he swung his Blade, a sound like thunder echoed.
With every strike, countless Demonic Cultists were sent flying, reduced to bloody pulp.
This was a nightmare.
“Ugh...”
He wasn't the only one utterly dumbfounded.
Just moments ago, thousands of Demonic Cultists had surrounded one man in the largest central plaza of the Demonic Heavenly Cult’s Main Headquarters, but in an instant, half of them were knocked out.
It was the Demonic Cultists who were now feeling fear.
Indeed.
The Demonic Cult, which had always instilled terror in the world, with thousands of its members, was being completely overwhelmed by a mere single individual.
“What are you doing? If you’ve gathered, hurry up and attack.”
The man taunted them with a flick of his hand, but no one dared to step forward.
They had seen it.
How unbelievably powerful that man was.
Then, the man clicked his tongue, as if displeased by their pathetic display.
“*Tsk, you lot, who draw your blades without hesitation against those weaker than yourselves, act like cowards, like startled rats, when faced with this. Fine. If you won’t come, I’ll go!*”
His eyes gleaming, he began to rampage even more fiercely.
What on earth had enraged that man so much?
He didn't know.
But one thing was clear:
“Th-that’s not human!”
Someone shrieked, trembling.
He agreed.
That was *Calamity* itself.
Some might consider it an exaggeration to call a mere Martial Artist a calamity.
But anyone who witnessed it firsthand would know.
Everywhere that man passed became ruins.
If that wasn't a calamity, then what was? Wasn't it?
*Whoosh.*
Soon, that calamity was approaching him.
“Ugh!”
Goo Moon-hoe gripped his Black Blade tightly, trying to struggle to the very end.
He couldn't die so meaninglessly.
In that fleeting moment, he recalled every Martial Art Technique and Ultimate Technique he possessed.
But then, his mind went blank.
“*...Ah, ah. Damn it.*”
It was no use.
A picture formed in his mind in which nothing he did would work against his opponent.
Ultimately, Goo Moon-hoe’s entire body froze like stone.
*SWISH!*
He could feel it.
That it was all over.
*SLICE.*
And so, he, too, a promising new Master of the Demonic Heavenly Cult, fell to the ground, a cold corpse.
And not long after,
“Hmm.”
The area around Yeo Un-hwi had become a vast, flat plain.
Yet, despite such a rampage, not even a single drop of sweat trickled down Yeo Un-hwi’s face.
It hadn't even been a warm-up for him.
The endlessly pouring Demonic Cultists were also nowhere to be seen.
Just then,
“Hahaha, you certainly made quite a ruckus.”
Someone appeared.
It was Lustful Demon, one of the Ten Great Demon Stars.
Despite his aged voice, he possessed a handsome, delicate appearance.
In truth, that face was one he had skinned alive from a man he fancied.
He had come here of his own accord, drawn by the mysterious explosions.
“Hmph.”
It was the first time he had seen the surrounding area in such a mess.
“It seems like they used Thunderbolt Bombs. And not just one or two... Tsk. We are who we are, but you’re certainly no ordinary fellow either.”
Lustful Demon couldn't sense any particularly strong Aura/Energy from the man before him.
He believed the man must have used some trick to cause such a commotion at the Main Headquarters.
Even that judgment stemmed from his arrogance.
Lustful Demon then looked around.
“Where are the others? Are you truly alone?”
He naturally assumed the man couldn't be alone.
He judged that even if someone used something like Thunderbolt Bombs, it would be impossible for a single person to pull off such a feat.
*Above all, who could possibly destroy that Asura Gate alone?*
It was an absurd notion.
But Yeo Un-hwi merely stared intently at Lustful Demon, offering no reply to his question.
Then, he slowly opened his mouth.
“You’re not the Cult Leader, are you? That would be quite disappointing.”
“Insolent fool. How dare you ask who I am! I am Lustful Demon, one of the Ten Great Demon Stars of the Demonic Heavenly Cult.”
“Ah, ah. *Another* one of those Ten Great Demon Stars.”
“Hmm?”
Another Ten Great Demon Star, he said.
The young man's tone suggested he had already encountered other Ten Great Demon Stars.
That couldn't be.
Judging by his demeanor, he didn't seem like someone who would ever meet them as an ally, yet he had encountered other Ten Great Demon Stars and was still alive?
“Where are you from? State your identity.”
“Quiet. Just tell me where your Cult Leader is.”
“How dare this fellow!”
Had he ever been so utterly disregarded?
Lustful Demon, unable to contain his rage, swung his sword.
*SWISH!*
But Yeo Un-hwi perfectly dodged the sword strike by moving just half a step.
“Hmph! You seem to have some skill! Good!”
Lustful Demon’s eyes flashed.
[Dream Sword]
Soon, Lustful Demon's ever-changing sword energy flew from all directions, aiming for Yeo Un-hwi’s neck.
But even before Lustful Demon's Ultimate Technique, Yeo Un-hwi merely maintained a relaxed expression.
And then,
*CRACK.*
Lustful Demon's Sword shattered in half against Yeo Un-hwi’s raised hand-blade.
Lustful Demon stared blankly at his broken Sword, his face filled with shock.
“Wh-what?”
“Not going to tell me? Well, it doesn't matter. I already have a pretty good idea.”
Soon, Yeo Un-hwi’s palm gripped Lustful Demon’s face directly.
“Ugh! Let go! You fiend!”
As Yeo Un-hwi’s hand tightened, Lustful Demon screamed in agony from the immense crushing grip.
He couldn't believe it.
He was defeated so easily; something was terribly wrong.
But he could no longer think.
Because the pain squeezing his head was beyond imagination, he struggled desperately to pry Yeo Un-hwi’s hand away, but it was no use. He could only writhe in pain.
“AARGH!”
“It's just the beginning. No need to be so dramatic. For now, let's go together to where the fellow you serve is.”
Then, Yeo Un-hwi’s gaze turned towards a certain direction.
This was the place where the most immense Aura/Energy had been felt since one entered the Demonic Heavenly Cult's Main Headquarters.
It was Fengshan Palace.
“Alright, shall we go?”
Yeo Un-hwi’s Divine Form shot up like lightning, holding Lustful Demon in one hand.
“What’s the situation?”
*At the same time, in Fengshan Palace.*
Leaving behind him Divine Maiden Wi Seollin, who was comforting the trembling Shamanesses, Gwak Cheon-hu, the Cult Leader of the Demonic Heavenly Cult, spoke with a coldly hardened expression.
One of his subordinates then reported in a trembling voice.
Even he seemed utterly unable to believe the current situation.
“Th-the troops closest to the Asura Gate all went out, but... th-they all failed.”
“What did you say?”
Gwak Cheon-hu’s brow furrowed deeply.
Controlling his anger, he asked again.
“All right. Where is he? Where did he invade from?”
“We don't know his identity, but the enemy's number... is estimated to be that of one person.”
“What are you talking about! One person?!”
“This isn't a joke. Do you think that makes any sense, you fool!”
The Ten Great Demon Stars behind Gwak Cheon-hu roared, revealing their fierce presence towards the subordinate who was reporting.
This wasn't some shabby Sect in a village; this was the Main Headquarters of the Demonic Heavenly Cult.
It is a place akin to a fortress, garrisoned by thousands of Masters.
And yet, a mere single person was causing such a disaster?
It was clearly a story that was hard to believe.
“Tell us! What kind of man dares to invade the Demonic Heavenly Cult alone? Unless he's completely insane!”
Just then, Gwak Cheon-hu subtly raised his hand.
At that, the Ten Great Demon Stars, who had been raging, immediately fell silent.
Gwak Cheon-hu fell into thought for a moment.
One person, he said.
It clearly made no sense.
For any Master to invade this place alone was no different from suicide.
The only ones with enough power to do such a thing would be,
“*Another one of the Twelve Venerables? But why?*”
Gwak Cheon-hu had not yet had any significant conflict with any of the other Twelve Venerables.
And even if it were one of them, he wondered if they would commit such a mad act.
Even if someone single-handedly turned the Demonic Heavenly Cult's Main Headquarters into a wasteland, they would still have to fight him past the Ten Great Demon Stars.
This, too, was clearly an absurd notion in many ways.
If that were the case...
“Hmm.”
No particular individual came to mind, no matter how much he thought about it.
Since he had quickly sent Lustful Demon, he would surely bring back some answers.
He was one of the top three Masters in terms of strength among the Ten Great Demon Stars.
But just then,
CRASH!
One side of Fengshan Palace's wall was shattered by a massive explosion.
Then, from within the thick dust that rose, a man appeared.
He was a very young and handsome man.
“Ah, my apologies. I simply couldn't find the door.”
Yeo Un-hwi grinned.
Lustful Demon hung limply in his hand, his Human Skin Mask already removed.
The eyes of Gwak Cheon-hu and everyone else widened beyond measure.