Chapter 161
“Silence!”
Fengshan Palace.
Amidst the horrific atmosphere, with a Shamaness's head rolling on the floor, the screams of Shamanesses echoed from all directions.
Soon, the Lustful Demon raised his Sword, pointing it at the Shamanesses, his eyes gleaming with malice. The screaming Shamanesses immediately clamped their mouths shut.
Yet, unable to suppress their fear, they all trembled uncontrollably.
“What is the meaning of this? Never in the history of the Demonic Heavenly Cult has a Martial Artist of the Cult slain a Shamaness of Fengshan Palace.”
Divine Maiden Wi Seollin, her face frozen in a cold expression, spoke to the Cult Leader in a trembling voice.
At this, Cult Leader Heaven-Shattering Demonic Emperor Gwak Cheon-hu chuckled heartily and replied,
“Well, then, it seems I’ll be leaving my name in the Cult’s history. I consider it an honor.”
Gwak Cheon-hu was in a good mood.
This was precisely the kind of expression he wanted to see on the Divine Maiden’s face.
The sight of that arrogant, haughty face, which dared to act so superior before him, turning cold with fear.
Indeed, nothing could stand against overwhelming power and violence.
“Last chance.”
Gwak Cheon-hu, who had been savoring the situation for a moment, soon opened his mouth again.
*At the same time, an immense Aura/Energy surged from his entire body.*
Space rippled, and every object within Fengshan Palace trembled.
It was truly an Internal Energy/Aura worthy of one of the Twelve Venerables.
Before that Internal Energy/Aura, all the Shamanesses, including Wi Seollin, felt an immense pressure.
To the point where breathing became a struggle.
“I’ll say it one last time. Even now, ignore that damned Relic and acknowledge This Venerable One as the Heavenly Demon, proclaiming it to the world.”
Wi Seollin understood Gwak Cheon-hu’s intent without him needing to elaborate on his emphasis of “last chance.” It was a threat to her life.
But her answer was already decided.
Biting her lip against the Aura/Aura/Energy Gwak Cheon-hu-hu emitted, Wi Seollin slowly opened her mouth.
“I have already told you. I...”
“Ah, ah. You’d do well to think a little more before answering. Because depending on the Divine Maiden’s answer, all the Shamanesses here in Fengshan Palace might die.”
Wi Seollin’s eyes widened at Gwak Cheon-hu’s words.
She had not expected him to resort to this.
She had already resigned herself to losing her own life.
But.
Wi Seollin’s gaze swept over the Shamanesses.
Among them were not a few young girls, still quite immature.
They were all children who followed the Divine Maiden like a mother.
“If that happens, the lineage of the Divine Maiden will no longer continue in the Demonic Heavenly Cult.”
“Heh heh. Do you think This Venerable One cares about such things?”
Gwak Cheon-hu grinned, as if Wi Seollin’s clumsy threat was laughable.
“Rather, I have no need for a Divine Maiden who doesn’t follow my will.”
“The Heavenly Demon will punish you.”
“It’s fine. Because today, *I* will become that Heavenly Demon. Whether you acknowledge it or not. This is your last chance to live. And it’s a bit of entertainment for me, too. Now, then, begin.”
As Gwak Cheon-hu-hu gave the signal,
*Swish.*
The Lustful Demon, who had already drawn his Sword, cut down another Shamaness.
The Shamanesses desperately clamped their mouths shut, trying to stifle their screams.
Their eyes were already brimming with tears.
How could these people, who had dedicated their lives to the Demonic Heavenly Cult, be so cruelly slaughtered?
Wi Seollin bit her lip until it bled.
Her eyes were bloodshot.
“Now, I’m curious. Whether the Divine Maiden can endure to the very end. Heh heh.”
Gwak Cheon-hu was utterly delighted watching Wi Seollin’s suffering.
He was undoubtedly a villain to his very core.
*Meanwhile,*
“*Gasp*.”
Another Shamaness lost her life to the Lustful Demon’s Sword.
And once again, he raised his Sword.
This time, it was the youngest girl among the Shamanesses.
Unable to even scream, the girl stared at Wi Seollin with tear-filled eyes.
Just as the Lustful Demon’s Sword was about to strike the young girl’s neck,
“Stop! Stop it!”
Unable to bear watching the Shamanesses die any longer, Wi Seollin screamed, squeezing her eyes shut.
The Lustful Demon’s Sword stopped just before the young girl’s neck.
“I understand. I will... do as the Cult Leader commands. So please... don’t harm those children any further.”
“Hahahahahaha!”
As Wi Seollin-lin knelt and pleaded, Gwak Cheon-hu burst into maniacal laughter.
Everything had gone according to his plan.
Now, all that remained was to become the Heavenly Demon, claim all the prepared treasures, and conquer Under Heaven.
*Ah, ah. Heavenly Demon.*
Before the maniacally laughing Gwak Cheon-hu, Wi Seollin could only weep.
Just then,
*Rumble!*
Suddenly, the ground shook violently.
As if an earthquake had struck.
And a certain Aura/Energy felt from afar sent shivers down Gwak Cheon-hu’s spine.
*What is this?*
His eyes were shaking uncontrollably.
Beneath the impossibly blue sky.
A colossal iron gate, far taller than any ordinary tower, was elaborately carved with the image of a Demon.
It was the Asura Gate, the only entrance to the Demonic Heavenly Cult’s Main Headquarters.
This place now exuded an extremely stern atmosphere.
Of course, as with any place, even the Demonic Cult wasn't always this stern.
However, Blood Axe Galyeop, the individual in charge of this area today, was a meticulous individual, so the Warriors guarding the entrance were being especially cautious, watching their superiors.
*Damn it! Of all days to be on duty, it had to be today! What rotten luck!*
Though they didn't show it, they were all utterly exhausted.
But Galyeop had brought a chair and was sitting, enjoying the moment.
Other executives found this task extremely bothersome and disliked it, but he was different.
How to put it?
Being in this position made him feel as if he were a guardian deity protecting the Demonic Heavenly Cult.
In truth, when you thought about it, it wasn't a difficult task at all.
Thus, unlike his subordinates, he was having a very satisfying time.
But then,
“Hm?”
Galyeop saw a young man, impeccably dressed, approaching.
*What is that?*
From the looks of it, he seemed to be alone, without any companions.
No particular Internal Energy/Aura could be felt from him, so the Demonic Cult Warriors guarding the entrance weren't tense in the slightest.
Instead, their faces looked as if they had found a toy to vent their frustrations on.
This was the entrance to the Demonic Cult.
Unlike other places, if a visitor wasn't a proper one, there was no one who would question them for dealing with him as they pleased.
In other words, if they didn't like someone, they could kill them on the spot.
The corners of the gatekeepers' mouths curled into a sneer.
“Halt! Who are you! What is your business here?”
One of the Warriors guarding the Asura Gate said, exuding a fierce aura.
But the other party didn't even seem to hear him. He simply paused for a moment and looked up at the massive Asura Gate.
“Oh, is this the Asura Gate? It’s as ostentatious as they say. Did they build it so sturdily because they never know when they might be invaded? It’s rather amusing.”
The Warriors’ faces hardened at his words.
Because anyone would hear it as mockery.
“Do you even know where this place is?”
“Hm? Of course, I know very well. Isn’t it the Main Headquarters of those trashy Demonic Cult bastards?”
“You insolent fool!”
Just then, Galyeop stepped forward.
Even if they were to kill him, there were things that needed to be clarified first.
There were occasionally visitors who played such eccentric tricks.
It would be a loss to carelessly provoke him.
And the confident demeanor he displayed now also bothered him.
“I’ll ask only once. So you’d do well to answer carefully.”
“Go on.”
“State your business.”
“Business? Hmm. Business, you say. Of course, I have business.”
“What is it?”
“I’ve come to smash the entire Demonic Cult Main Headquarters to pieces.”
“What?! Ha...”
Galyeop let out a hollow laugh.
This was the most deranged person he had seen recently.
Sometimes, there were people who were desperate to die like this.
In such cases, granting their wish was only natural.
Who would dare to single-handedly smash the Demonic Heavenly Cult to pieces?
Even one of the Twelve Venerables couldn't do that.
It was a moment when he felt ashamed for having been cautious for a moment.
“He was just a madman.”
Soon, Galyeop commanded his subordinates with cold eyes.
“First, cut off his legs completely. I want to see if he can still spout such nonsense while crawling on the ground.”
“Yes!”
One of the Warriors immediately drew his Sword and approached Yeo Un-hwi.
Then, without the slightest hesitation, he swung his Sword.
As if to sever Yeo Un-hwi’s leg in a single strike.
But Yeo Un-hwi-hwi casually caught the blade of the Sword.
Everyone’s eyes widened at the sight.
*He caught the blade of a flying Sword with his bare hand?*
Then, Yeo Un-hwi lightly tapped the Warrior’s jaw.
The Warrior immediately collapsed without even a single scream.
It was so natural that it almost seemed like they were acting out a pre-arranged scene.
“Y-you bastard! What are you doing? Attack him all at once!”
Galyeop, whose entire body was covered in goosebumps, shrieked as if having a fit, and dozens of Warriors guarding the Asura Gate rushed at Yeo Un-hwi all at once.
Soon, dozens of Swords flew towards Yeo Un-hwi.
Even in a life-or-death situation, Yeo Un-hwi walked as if on a stroll amidst the countless blades flying towards him, lightly tapping the Warriors’ jaws and bellies.
This time, all those Warriors collapsed to the ground like puppets with severed strings, unable to utter any screams.
“*Gasp!*”
He knew.
That the man who had appeared was an incredible Master.
But even so, this was the Demonic Heavenly Cult’s Main Headquarters.
It was absolutely not an easy place to deal with, to be so helplessly overwhelmed by a single person.
*Peeeeeep!*
As he blew his whistle, hundreds of Warriors soon poured out of the Asura Gate.
An ordinary person would normally flinch or have their expression harden at such a sight, but Yeo Un-hwi, instead, wore a relaxed expression and clicked his tongue.
“Fighting piecemeal like this isn’t fun. Especially after I’ve come all this way.”
Yeo Un-hwi subtly pulled back his right fist.
*What is he trying to do?*
But then,
*Rumble!*
An ominous Aura/Energy began to emanate from Yeo Un-hwi’s body.
Galyeop felt a chilling sensation that made his body tremble.
And he instinctively felt that he *had* to stop this, somehow.
“S-stop him! Quickly!”
The hundreds of Warriors, who had been momentarily complacent despite facing a single opponent, drew their Swords at Galyeop’s shrieked command.
And just as they were about to rush at Yeo Un-hwi,
“Crawl out, all of you!”
Yeo Un-hwi’s eyes were tinged with a golden light.
*Whoosh!*
Then, Yeo Un-hwi unleashed the fist he had subtly pulled back.
At that,
*CRACKLE!*
A Thunder Sound that shook heaven and earth assaulted their ears.
It was a sound so immense it made them want to cover their ears.
And,
*CRASH!*
The Asura Gate, the colossal iron gate symbolizing the Demonic Heavenly Cult, shattered into a thousand pieces.
Its debris crashed loudly to the ground.
The entire ground they stood on still trembled as if an earthquake had struck.
The mouths of the hundreds of Warriors, including Galyeop, who had been about to overwhelm Yeo Un-hwi, gaped open.
Something they had never even conceived of was unfolding before their eyes.
*Meanwhile,*
“Well, I suppose everyone here has heard that.”
Yeo Un-hwi drew his Blade and flashed a grin.
“Shall we really start having some fun?”
*Hiccup.*
Galyeop hiccupped involuntarily.
Along with the thought that something was terribly, terribly wrong.