CLS-Chapter 542

Chapter 542:

Densely packed.

All that could be seen through the fragments of the destroyed pavilion were people.

“Tsk!“

Wei Yan-ho clicked his tongue without realizing it. He had expected them to swarm, but seeing their actual numbers made him involuntarily swallow his breath.

What was fortunate was that not everyone had gathered around them yet. Those visible below were few in number. Well, calling them few was somewhat misleading, but considering the number of people who would soon come rushing here, it was a number to be thankful to heaven for.

“Uraaaaaah!“

Wei Yan-ho swung his sword without hesitation.

The surroundings were completely surrounded, and no escape route was visible. But just because there was no escape route didn’t mean he could sit here and die. If there was no path, he would make one.

The white sword emitted a brilliant light, and a mass of light crashed down to the ground like a meteor.

Kwaaaaaang!

Then, an explosion.

Those who had never seen Wei Yan-ho’s martial arts with their own eyes widened their eyes at this strange occurrence.

‘What the hell is that?’

It was martial arts they had never seen in their lives.

They had heard that Wei Yan-ho’s sword emitted light… but they thought it was just an excessively bright sword aura, not that light would fly around and explode like that.

Moreover!

“Keueuuk…“

“Aaak!“

Those caught in the mass of light were groaning as blood spurted from their entire bodies. Over four or five casualties occurred from a single strike. The power was equally strange.

Gwae-wol stiffened his face as he watched Wei Yan-ho descend to the ground.

‘Is he really Bishop-level?’

It was unbelievable.

Wei Yan-ho hadn’t lived even half the age of the Bishops. Half? He probably hadn’t lived even half of half. How could one accept that such a child had already accumulated martial prowess comparable to a Bishop?

‘It’s reality.’

Gwae-wol bit his lips tightly. Whether he could accept it or not was something to think about later. What mattered was that this ridiculous existence was right before his eyes.

And that he had to capture such a being.

“Don’t retreat!”

Gwae-wol raised his voice.

His eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light.

This was their first expedition.

After waiting for over twenty years, he was finally on the path to fulfill his long-cherished wish. But his ankle was caught from the very first expedition. Gwae-wol didn’t miss the subtle fear rising in his subordinates’ eyes.

They weren’t in a position to feel fear. They were the ones who should be instilling fear in others. If they experienced something like this from the start, morale would obviously plummet.

“The enemy is few! Tear apart those who dare defile the holy land with their filthy feet!”

Beast-like howls spread as the Demon Cavalry charged toward Wei Yan-ho all at once.

Wei Jeong-han and the others who had climbed up behind them immediately scolded Wei Yan-ho upon seeing this scene.

“What did you do to make the kids foam at the mouth already!”

“Huh, then should we have had a conversation? Nice to meet you, I’m Wei Yan-ho?”

“Do something about it! Quickly!”

“Agh.”

Wei Yan-ho shook his head from side to side and raised his sword straight again.

“Stay close!”

He could feel the others pressing closely against his back without a word.

At times like this, they listened well to orders.

“We’ll break through in one go and escape.”

As soon as Wei Yan-ho’s words ended, positions were readjusted. With Wei Yan-ho at the front, Wu-san and Peng Dao-ji flanked left and right, Zhuge Mun-in took the center, and Jang-il and Wei Jeong-han took the rear.

“Let’s go!”

As Wei Jeong-han shouted, the group began charging forward like one body.

“Get out of the waaaaaay!”

A large mass of light burst from Wei Yan-ho’s sword. Simultaneously, Wu-san’s golden fist energy shot up, and Peng Dao-ji’s red blade energy flew in like a demon.

“Uurk!“

The Demon Cavalry charging at them flinched at that terrifying sight. It wasn’t fair to blame their courage for being lacking. Anyone with normal thinking could tell that charging into that terrifying energy wave with bare flesh was nothing more than suicide.

And Wei Yan-ho didn’t miss the moment when the Demon Cavalry flinched.

“Charge!”

Their speed increased in an instant.

The released sword energy became dozens of streams of light, sweeping away the Demon Cavalry blocking their path.

Kwaaaaaang! Kwaaaaaang!

A storm of energy raged. Wu-san’s fist energy sent the charging demons flying, and Peng Dao-ji’s sword energy sliced through their flesh like tofu.

It was something they could never do alone, but striking at weak points while attention was focused on Wei Yan-ho wasn’t too difficult. Moreover, hadn’t their martial prowess increased exponentially compared to when they first met Wei Yan-ho?

“Don’t slow down!”

Wei Jeong-han leaped above their heads, sending sword energy in all directions as he shouted.

“Go! Don’t worry about the rear and run!”

“We’re not worried.”

Wei Yan-ho simply charged forward, kicking away the wounded blocking the path.

Thwaaaack!

With the sound of hitting a leather drum, the demons flew like kicked balls without even being able to scream.

“Follow me!”

As Zhuge Mun-in shouted, everyone closely pursued Wei Yan-ho’s back.

Zhuge Mun-in assessed the surroundings with sunken eyes.

His martial prowess was weak. While the others could handle a few demons, he couldn’t properly deal with even one. At least the teachings of the Zhuge Family head had made his lightness skill decent enough, which was keeping him alive now.

So did he feel frustrated?

Not at all.

People all have different things they can do well. Being weak in the martial world becomes a great weakness. That was certainly true. But if one had enough advantages to overcome that weakness, the weakness didn’t matter.

“Left flank, five steps! Southwest!”

At Zhuge Mun-in’s command, Wei Yan-ho moved agilely. He showed not the slightest doubt or dissatisfaction. Right now, Wei Yan-ho wasn’t the head. When the head gave orders, the limbs just had to follow.

“Charge!”

“Uraaaaaaaaah!“

Wei Yan-ho rushed forward, cutting down everyone in his way.

“You bastard!”

“Kill him!”

Zhuge Mun-in’s face hardened.

‘Crazy bastards.’

Even to his eyes, Wei Yan-ho’s martial prowess was at an insane level. This was the Demon Cult, and those blocking Wei Yan-ho’s path were the Demon Cult’s military force. How much had they tormented the Central Plains in the past?

The military force surrounding them alone could sweep away any decent sect within a day. Yet Wei Yan-ho was cutting through such people like straw.

But they weren’t retreating.

The more casualties piled up, the more they charged with increasingly venomous eyes.

‘Is this the Demon Cult?’

He could understand why the Central Plains feared the Demon Cult so much. Without experiencing it, one could never know what kind of people they were.

These weren’t ordinary martial artists.

Look.

Having penetrated the formation and inflicted this much damage, by now the formation’s gaps should have widened and an escape route should have opened. But the formation was becoming even tighter.

When the person right in front has their throat cut and head flying through the air, people instinctively retreat. No matter how much one steels their mind and prepares for death, the body instinctively seeks survival.

But these people weren’t retreating.

The demons armed with fanaticism seemed to have no fear of death.

“Amitabha!“

Wu-san’s fist energy struck a demon’s chest. The only mercy given to those hit by Shaolin’s absolute technique, Lion Muni Blade, was death.

Slash!

But they didn’t just die quietly. Even with all their internal organs burst, they still swung their swords. A demon who managed to inflict a deep wound on Wu-san’s arm collapsed with a satisfied expression.

“Ugh!“

It was the same for Peng Dao-ji.

His blade was sharp. His blade was strong. But it was impossible to avoid all attacks from those who swung swords even while their waists were being cut in half.

Peng Dao-ji’s entire body was also becoming covered with small wounds.

Those standing behind were the same. No, they were under even more pressure than Wu-san or Peng Dao-ji at the front. No matter how fearless they were, they weren’t stupid enough not to know how reckless it was to face Wei Yan-ho head-on.

Therefore, the rear was being targeted intensively. Wei Jeong-han and Jang-il’s bodies were quickly becoming covered with blood. Their own blood and enemy blood mixed together to the point where it became meaningless to distinguish whose blood it was.

“My lord! The front!”

“Got it!”

Wei Yan-ho charged forward without another word.

If they dragged this out, they’d be buried. The most frightening thing about encirclement wasn’t when it covered the surroundings. The moment the breakthrough force weakened and their steps slowed, the encirclement became a swamp that swallowed people.

Zhuge Mun-in knew this all too well. He didn’t know who the enemy’s leader was, but their head was quite good. If there was one mistake, it was neglecting the front while targeting the rear?

‘That’s exactly what you shouldn’t have done.’

Wooooooooong!

Wei Yan-ho’s sword emitted light.

The sword raised above his head was covered in brilliant light. It was as if a giant sun had risen right before their eyes. The charging demons, the following group—everyone turned their heads and closed their eyes.

A blinding light that seemed like it would cause blindness if faced directly.

The sun that rose from the ground stretched forward.

“Get out of the waaaaaay!”

The sun transformed into waves.

The sword energy rushed forward like rough muddy water bursting from a broken dam, sweeping everything away. Those caught in it couldn’t even scream.

Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa!

With rough breaking sounds like a waterfall pouring down, all the demons blocking Wei Yan-ho’s front were swept away.

“Run!”

As Zhuge Mun-in shouted, the group ran full speed toward the path Wei Yan-ho had created.

No one dared to block their way. Those swept up in Wei Yan-ho’s sword energy couldn’t even leave proper corpses behind. Wei Yan-ho charged at full speed through the miraculously opened path in the human barrier.

“Wei Yan-hooooo!”

At that moment, Gwae-wol blocked Wei Yan-ho’s path.

He couldn’t let them go like this.

Absolutely not like this!

Letting them go like this would be a mistake and shame that couldn’t be repaid even with death.

“Even if I die, I won’t let you…”

At that moment, Gwae-wol and Wei Yan-ho’s eyes met.

The moment he saw Wei Yan-ho’s eyes, sunken to the point where not a single emotion could be felt, Gwae-wol’s entire body began to grow cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

What was this?

What the hell was this bastard?

“Wei Yan…”

Slash.

Gwae-wol’s wish to say something one more time was not fulfilled. A person whose throat is cut cannot speak.

Having beheaded Gwae-wol with a single light swing, Wei Yan-ho ran forward without looking back.

In the eyes of Gwae-wol, whose head had separated from his body and fallen to the ground, he could see Wei Yan-ho’s back as he ran away.

‘Sacred Fire…’

Whether the dead man would become one with the Sacred Fire or simply return to the world of nothingness, the living could not know, but if he became one with the Sacred Fire, he would take with him the sight of Wei Yan-ho’s back.

The sight of his rampaging back.