CLS-Chapter 663

Chapter 663:

The white-clad swordsman descended onto the roof of the pavilion.

Everyone’s gaze subtly changed as they saw the swordsman who had suddenly appeared.

‘Who is that?’

“That person is!”

Some recognized the swordsman’s identity, while others did not.

But there was no one who could not know his name.

And surprisingly, that name burst forth not from the Central Plains side, but from the Demonic Cult.

“Wei Yan-hoooooo!”

As a voice filled with rage exploded, the swordsman shrugged his shoulders.

“This is why being popular is troublesome.”

“……”

It was actually the Central Plains side that was flustered by Wei Yan-ho’s sudden appearance.

“Wei Yan-ho?”

“That person is Wei Yan-ho?”

“But why is Wei Yan-ho here?”

According to the information they had, it wasn’t yet time for the Righteous Martial Alliance to arrive. If they had known reinforcements were coming, the battle situation would have developed somewhat differently than now.

It was already absurd that reinforcements had arrived out of nowhere, but for it to be Wei Yan-ho…

“Did he come alone?”

“……Who else would have come?”

Hope filled the eyes of the Central Plains martial artists.

Whatever the circumstances, Wei Yan-ho being here meant that reinforcements from the Righteous Martial Alliance had arrived! So now there was hope. They alone couldn’t face the Demonic Cult, but if the Righteous Martial Alliance had arrived…

At that moment, Wei Yan-ho waved his hand dismissively.

“Ah, I came alone.”

“……”

“There are two or three more climbing up from below, but it’s not many coming. So don’t harbor useless expectations.”

Cheong-yeong spat blood.

Damn it, you crazy bastard!

His ears are sharp too! He heard that! And he actually answered!

Even if it was something that would be revealed anyway, it was something that could give them hope for a moment, but he’s pouring cold water on it! Cold water!

“Hey, hey, you fool! Why did you come alone!”

Huashan Elder Cheong-geom shouted at the top of his lungs. Wei Yan-ho recognized Cheong-geom and frowned.

“Why come alone, you ask? I’m the fastest, so I came alone. Phew, don’t even mention it. Do you know how hard it was getting here?”

Wei Yan-ho sat down right there on the pavilion roof.

“Aigoo, I have no strength left. That’s why I said let’s go slowly. That old man has such an impatient personality too.”

Cheong-yeong clutched his chest.

He wasn’t going to die at the hands of Blood Demon, but rather pass away from apoplexy watching Wei Yan-ho.

If he died at the hands of the Demonic Cult, at least there would be some value in it. Dying like this would be a dog’s death among dog’s deaths.

“You fool! Can’t you come down right now!”

“Huh? You were here?”

When Dark King Dang Cheon-gun shouted, Wei Yan-ho cheerfully waved his hand.

“How have you been?”

“Grrrr.”

Dark King shook his head, forgetting even the urgent situation. He was paying the price for speaking to Wei Yan-ho, even though he knew it was better not to interact with him as much as possible if he wanted to live long.

‘That crazy bastard.’

Dark King couldn’t help but chuckle.

Whether for good or ill, his talent was undeniably tremendous. Just by appearing on this battlefield of life and death, overflowing with blood, the atmosphere changed instantly.

That leisurely appearance was relieving the tension of those who had been pushed to their limits.

‘He’s not doing it on purpose, is he?’

No.

Absolutely not.

That guy is just naturally like that!

At that moment.

Someone came running huffing and puffing from the rear pavilion.

“General!”

“Divine Beggar!”

Divine Beggar raised his head upon receiving the shouted greeting…

“Huff! Huff! Gasp! Ah… Ah, I’m dying. Ah…”

“……”

Sweat was streaming down his face, making his hair stick to him like seaweed. It was a thousand li away from the noble image of Divine Beggar they knew, but it was definitely Divine Beggar nonetheless.

“Hey, you! I told you to carry me!”

“Then I can’t use my strength. It’s already hard enough climbing up here, I don’t know what the Huashan people were thinking living on top of a mountain like this.”

“……Damn bastard.”

Cheong-yeong’s face went slightly blank.

Wei Yan-ho was Wei Yan-ho, but Divine Beggar was Divine Beggar too. In all his life, he had never once thought that Divine Beggar would utter such profanity.

“Can’t you come down and fight right now… Huff! Aigoo, this is exhausting.”

“……”

Even though Divine Beggar was a martial artist who had reached a considerable peak, seeing him struggle like this, one could guess how frantically fast they had run to get here.

It would be quite touching if it was touching, but somehow…

‘It looks pathetic.’

‘I shouldn’t think it’s pitiful.’

Dang Cheon-gun just closed his eyes tightly. The moment you get entangled with that Wei Yan-ho bastard, you have to put aside things like authority and dignity. How many people have been treated like senile old fools after being caught up in that guy’s devilish influence?

Dang Cheon-gun was one of those victims.

“Can’t you come down right now?”

“I’m going, I’m going!”

Wei Yan-ho jumped down from the roof and stood in front of Divine Beggar.

“You fool!”

Thunk!

Divine Beggar struck Wei Yan-ho’s head. It was a light tap without internal energy, but it made a clear, pleasant sound.

“This person has to fight from now on, how can you hit him already! What if he can’t fight properly because of that!”

“Shut up, you fool! How can you say such things in this situation?”

“Well, looking at the situation…”

Wei Yan-ho casually turned his head.

The battle had stopped at some point.

But the reason for the battle stopping seemed different for both sides. The Central Plains side, led by Huashan, had stopped fighting in bewilderment, but the Demonic Cult had been spewing hatred solely at Wei Yan-ho since his appearance.

“Wei Yan-ho…”

“The one who dared harm the Sacred Fire!”

“I’ll kill him!”

Terrible killing intent burst forth. Wei Yan-ho clicked his tongue as he received that killing intent.

“Anyone would think I’m the bad guy. When they’re the bad ones.”

At that moment, several approached Wei Yan-ho.

“Have you come?”

“You were here. But why do you look like this?”

“……The bastards are stronger than expected, so there’s nothing I can do.”

At Zhuge Yeom’s words, Wei Yan-ho pouted.

“Isn’t a strategist originally supposed to handle such things too? Zhuge Kongming did that.”

“The Master ultimately couldn’t overcome Wei either.”

“Wow, you’re dissing the Master.”

“I’m not dissing him, you fool!”

Wei Yan-ho turned his head away from Zhuge Yeom, whose face was flushing, and waved at one side.

“Hey, you were here?”

“……Don’t act familiar with me. It’s annoying.”

Baek Geom-yeong’s face contorted.

The Demonic Cult aside, from his perspective, Wei Yan-ho was the most disgusting person in the world to see. But to encounter him in a situation like this.

Moreover…

‘Damn it, that bastard was someone I faced before…’

Red bloodstains dyed various parts of his white clothing. He had only confirmed that he still hadn’t reached Transcendent Realm. Of course, the fact that he, being merely Late Peak Stage, had fought on equal terms with Transcendent Realm even briefly was remarkable, but when the comparison target was Wei Yan-ho, even the value of evaluation disappeared.

“Your face got handsome, so I don’t feel affection for you. You were much more endearing in your previous appearance.”

“……Crazy bastard.”

Baek Geom-yeong gritted his teeth.

When he met Wei Yan-ho after the Huashan Tournament ended, he had succeeded in showing some composure, but now he couldn’t remain as calm as then.

The situation, and the gap that had opened between him and Wei Yan-ho, made him impatient.

“You’re having quite a good time.”

And at that moment, a low voice was heard.

“Wei Yan-ho.”

Wei Yan-ho turned his head.

Blood Demon was glaring at him with narrowed eyes.

“Who are you?”

“I am Mad Blood Demon, a High Priest of the Demonic Cult.”

Wei Yan-ho tilted his head.

“I think I’ve heard of you before.”

“Arrogant bastard.”

Blood Demon ground his teeth.

“You’re running wild without knowing heaven and earth. You don’t think the reason you could escape from our hands was because you were strong, do you? Such things won’t happen again. Now the Cult has no reason to keep you ali—”

“Ah, enough.”

Wei Yan-ho waved his hand dismissively.

“……”

“If you’re going to say obvious things, let’s just fight. I’ve met other High Priest old men too, and they all talk a lot but their skills are quite ambiguous.”

“Are you comparing me to trash like Soma!”

“I think I heard that line before too.”

“Tsk!“

As Blood Demon was about to get angry, a man walked to Blood Demon’s side.

“It’s been a while.”

“Oh, old man?”

Mad Soul Demon Emperor.

Mad Soul Demon Emperor, who had once given Wei Yan-ho a defeat, looked at Wei Yan-ho with a face full of leisure.

“It seems you’ve been running wild quite a bit in the meantime. I’m not sure if it was the right choice to let you live.”

“It was probably the worst choice.”

Wei Yan-ho chuckled.

“Thanks to that, old man, you’ll die by my hands today.”

“Huh?”

Mad Soul Demon Emperor smiled subtly.

“I acknowledge that you’ve grown unbelievably in the meantime. Killing a High Priest isn’t easy. But you already know I’m different from those idiotic bastards.”

“Strangely, everyone says similar things.”

“……”

Wei Yan-ho shrugged.

“Well, whatever. Now we’ve said everything we need to say.”

Sling.

Wei Yan-ho drew his Light Sword.

“You’d better be careful. Even I don’t know how strong I’ve become now.”

“Arrogant bast—”

At that moment, Wei Yan-ho shot forward without further discussion.

He moved so fast that Wei Yan-ho’s body seemed to pop and disappear from that spot, then appear in front of Blood Demon.

Blood Demon’s eyes bulged as if they would tear.

“One!”

Wei Yan-ho’s sword was swung like a ray of light. The sword that cut through the air struck Blood Demon’s blood-stained hand.

Crash!

With a short explosive sound, Blood Demon’s body was flung backward like a cannonball. Just like how he had sent Cheong-yeong flying, no, at an even greater speed.

Screeeech!

Blood Demon’s feet dug into the ground, creating two long lines.

“This…”

Blood Demon, who had barely managed to stop his body, looked at his hand with disbelieving eyes. His blood-stained hand was half split open, spurting blood.

‘He split the Ghost Blood Claw?’

His hand, which could tear through ten-thousand-year cold iron like tofu, was cleanly cut to reveal bone. And by a single sword strike without much effort!

Blood Demon raised his head, and Wei Yan-ho standing right in front of Mad Demon entered his eyes.

“Ootcha!“

At that moment, Wei Yan-ho kicked Mad Demon. Mad Demon, who had instantly bulked up his body, blocked Wei Yan-ho’s kick.

Kwaaaaang!

But the result Mad Demon produced wasn’t much different from Blood Demon’s.

Mad Demon’s body that blocked Wei Yan-ho’s leg technique floated up, then was pushed back three zhang.

Thud.

Mad Demon, who landed on the ground, looked at Wei Yan-ho with disbelieving eyes. Mad Demon, who would go berserk without reason or anything once combat began, was unusually shocked now, unlike his usual self.

A clear footprint was marked on his right forearm.

“So I told you to be careful.”

Wei Yan-ho lowered his sword.

The smile had disappeared from his face.

“Come to think of it, the reason I’m going through all this hardship is all thanks to you people. Now I’m annoyed and tired too. If we have to fight anyway…”

Wei Yan-ho slowly raised his sword and aimed it at Blood Demon’s throat.

“I’ll wipe out the seed of the Demonic Cult here today. So you can never bother me again.”

Blood Demon’s face contorted mercilessly.

“What are you all doing! Kill him!”

With those words, the Demonic Cult’s attack began again.

It was the moment when a great battle that would determine the fate of the world was about to unfold on Huashan’s peak.

And at that moment.

The wheel of fate also began to turn precipitously.