CLS-Chapter 667

Chapter 667:

“Keureureuruk.”

The sound of air escaping came out.

And everyone who saw that scene froze in place.

It took time for the sight before their eyes to be interpreted in their minds.

Gwanghyeol Maje.

A bishop of the Demon Cult and the avatar of terror who had massacred countless people from the Central Plains in past wars. A being who had pushed countless people into fear with his massive frame and beast-like nature.

Wei Yan-ho’s sword was embedded in the throat of Gwanghyeol Maje.

How should one describe it…

It was a scene that overturned common sense.

Anyone could guess that Wei Yan-ho might now be stronger than Gwanghyeol Maje. He already had a record of simultaneously facing two bishops and killing them without much damage.

No matter how strong Gwanghyeol Maje was, he wasn’t strong enough to easily kill two other bishops.

So anyone could think that Wei Yan-ho would be able to overwhelm Gwanghyeol Maje. But the reason these people were shocked was that the process of Wei Yan-ho subduing Gwanghyeol Maje was too simple and natural.

Like an adult handling a child.

Who in the world could so simply cut down a bishop of the Demon Cult, especially Gwanghyeol Maje, who was rumored to be strong?

Udeuk.

Gwanghyeol Maje raised his hand and grasped the sword that had pierced his throat.

His hand was cut as blood trickled down along the sword.

Even while his trembling hands grasped the sword, Gwanghyeol Maje’s eyes were filled with shock.

“Keueueu…”

Wei Yan-ho, who had been watching Gwanghyeol Maje with indifferent eyes, put strength into his hand and pulled the sword from Gwanghyeol Maje’s throat.

Chwaak!

The hand gripping the sword was severed, and a fountain of blood spurted from his throat.

Gwanghyeol Maje swayed greatly once but didn’t fall despite the large hole in his throat, standing upright and glaring at Wei Yan-ho.

“You…”

He tried to say something, but perhaps because of the hole in his throat, his words couldn’t be heard properly. Wei Yan-ho looked at Gwanghyeol Maje with indifferent eyes and slowly opened his mouth.

“You shouldn’t have touched me.”

“…”

“No, I can understand touching me. But you shouldn’t have taken my older brother.”

Wei Yan-ho’s voice was coldly subdued.

This weren’t just empty words.

The one who had played the biggest role in bringing things this far was undoubtedly Gwanghyeol Maje. It was Gwanghyeol Maje who attacked Wei Yan-ho, who was only thinking about somehow escaping from Gangho, and subdued Wei San-ho.

If at that time Gwanghyeol Maje hadn’t caused trouble, Wei Yan-ho would have thoughtlessly gone down to Guangdong and lived comfortably rolling around on his bed.

Even if the situation had escalated and Wei Jeong-han or Sin Gi-sua had called Wei Yan-ho, they wouldn’t have been able to make Wei Yan-ho risk his life in combat like now.

Considering that it was Gwanghyeol Maje who made Wei Yan-ho move in earnest and made Wei Yan-ho pursue strength, the punishment now given to Gwanghyeol Maje was all too natural.

No one knows.

No one knows.

What kind of heart Wei Yan-ho had been living with since that day.

Because he was weak, his older brother had walked into the Demon Cult to save him. It was Wei Yan-ho who had turned Wei San-ho, who hated demon heads more than anyone, into a demon head.

That guilt.

That anger.

Even the anxiety that he might never see Wei San-ho again.

Who could understand?

For him, Wei San-ho was more than a father. Wei San-ho was the one who recognized and cherished Wei Yan-ho more than anyone when everyone else ignored and scorned him.

The despair of losing such a Wei San-ho because of his own weakness was something no one could understand. No one.

“You, you are…”

Gwanghyeol Maje made a sound with effort along with gurgling noises. His face was strangely contorted.

“You will taste hell…”

Paaaaang!

Wei Yan-ho’s sword struck off Gwanghyeol Maje’s head. His head was severed from his body and floated up into the air.

Wei Yan-ho spoke as if spitting out the words.

“Hell is where you should go.”

A cold voice.

It was an unimaginably cold voice that one couldn’t imagine coming from Wei Yan-ho.

Tuyuk.

Gwanghyeol Maje’s head fell to the ground.

The entire Huashan was colored with strange silence. The head of a great demon who had dominated an era had fallen. And so simply at that.

A strange sense of unease washed over them.

Whether heroes or great demons, the strong have deaths befitting the strong. There are countless people in Gangho who would want to kill Gwanghyeol Maje even at the cost of their own lives.

But even they probably couldn’t have thought that Gwanghyeol Maje could die so simply. They would have believed he would die gallantly and tragically, befitting a great demon.

But his death was as empty and miserable as a street thug being caught by the authorities and having his head cut off.

Wei Yan-ho’s endlessly cold gaze stared at Gwanghyeol Maje who had fallen to the ground. It was a sight that made even the observers feel chilled.

“That fellow…”

Wei Jeong-han let out a groan.

“Will he be alright?”

Sin Gi-sua asked Wei Jeong-han with a worried expression.

He too had been watching Wei Yan-ho for quite a long time, but this was the first time he had seen Wei Yan-ho with such a cold appearance.

‘Of course, it’s not like he didn’t have such aspects…’

People sometimes misunderstand Wei Yan-ho.

Perhaps because his usual demeanor is so light, they think that Wei Yan-ho in combat would also be light. But that’s just a misconception.

Sin Gi-sua had rarely seen anyone with more cruel hands than Wei Yan-ho in combat.

Even Gwon Geuk-jo, who showed no mercy to Demon Cult members, didn’t cut down enemies’ throats with such complete lack of hesitation as Wei Yan-ho. When watching Wei Yan-ho fight against the Demon Cult, he seemed like a person without emotions.

“He’ll be fine.”

“Jeong-han.”

“Yan-ho will be fine. No matter how much he hates his enemies, he’s not someone who would lose himself.”

“Hmm.”

Sin Gi-sua nodded.

‘That fellow is Wei Jeong-han’s son, after all.’

He had no intention of spouting obvious words about family education and such. But this was a factor that couldn’t be ignored.

What words a child hears while growing up before their identity is established, what they see while growing up, has an enormous influence on a growing child.

He couldn’t say even if he died that Wei Jeong-han had been a good parent to Wei Yan-ho, but children ultimately learn by watching their fathers. The reason Wei Yan-ho says with his mouth that chivalry is useless while subtly trying to uphold chivalry is probably here.

‘So don’t waver, Wei Yan-ho.’

Sin Gi-sua looked at Wei Yan-ho with trembling eyes.

Those who entrust themselves to hatred tend to have their immovable mind shaken. And this battlefield was not lenient enough for someone with a shaken immovable mind to survive.

“Yan-ho will be fine.”

Sin Gi-sua looked at Wei Jeong-han with somewhat pitying eyes. Wei Jeong-han’s face maintained composure, but his fists were clenched so tight that the tendons bulged.

‘That’s understandable.’

If he fought elsewhere, Wei Jeong-han could sufficiently do his part. No, not just that – he could sweep the battlefield. He acknowledged the power of Righteous Hero Sword Wei Jeong-han.

Wei Jeong-han couldn’t be called an absolute master, but he was someone who could do his part wherever he was placed. If just a little time passed and generations changed, he was someone who could sufficiently become a strong person under heaven.

But where Wei Yan-ho was now was a place that couldn’t be endured with such power as Wei Jeong-han’s. What help would it be if he went to a battlefield where Demon Cult bishops and Wei Yan-ho were fighting?

In other words, Wei Yan-ho was now taking on the most dangerous role in the most dangerous place on this battlefield. Where would there be a parent who could be at ease watching their child risk their life alone?

“He may be a troublesome fellow, but he’s not a stupid one.”

“Right. Then.”

Sin Gi-sua nodded exaggeratedly.

Even so, neither of their gazes left Wei Yan-ho.

“Next.”

Wei Yan-ho turned his head with indifferent eyes.

His gaze turned toward Hyeolma, who was slightly dazed.

“Next.”

At Wei Yan-ho’s voice, Hyeolma startled and stepped back.

“This!”

Then he realized his mistake.

His eyes quickly swept the surroundings. The heat of the battlefield had subsided. Everyone was maintaining an awkward distance in confrontation while looking at him and Wei Yan-ho.

Everyone must have seen the disgrace he had just displayed.

‘Damn it.’

This shouldn’t have happened.

A bishop of the Cult being defeated by Wei Yan-ho?

And losing his life?

That could happen. The Central Plains is strong. Knowing this, hadn’t they been grinding their teeth and plotting against the Central Plains for so long?

But a bishop of the Cult being afraid of a warrior from the Central Plains and stepping back?

That was something that could never happen and should never be shown. Moreover, the fact that it was Hyeolma who stepped back had great significance.

Gwanghyeol Maje had his head cut off, and Hyeolyeong Maje stepped back.

The ripple effect this fact would bring was enormous.

“…Strong.”

“Ridiculously strong.”

Originally, shouts should have erupted and morale should have boiled like hot water. But the emotion the Central Plains side was feeling now was a bit different from elation.

When the magnitude of what was happening exceeded their imagination, bewilderment came first rather than joy.

The Demon Cult felt the same way.

As the battlefield began to freeze, Wei Yan-ho looked around with sunken eyes. Then he focused his gaze on Hyeolma again.

“If you won’t come, I’ll go.”

“…”

Hyeolma’s eyes trembled.

‘Can I block it?’

Him?

The calculation was quickly made. Though he didn’t want to admit it, with his current power, he couldn’t stop Wei Yan-ho. There was almost no difference between Gwanghyeol Maje’s and his power. To evaluate coldly, Gwanghyeol Maje was slightly superior.

How could he alone handle Wei Yan-ho, who had cut down such a Gwanghyeol Maje like cutting off the head of a street thug?

Number one under heaven.

The current Wei Yan-ho was the undeniable number one under heaven.

In neither the Central Plains nor the Demon Cult was there anyone who could handle him alone.

“How are you so…”

“Strong?”

“…”

Wei Yan-ho spoke in a cold voice.

“You people made me strong. If you had left me alone, I would have just remained a lazy person in Guangdong.”

Baek Mu-han had left him everything. How to survive in Gangho, how to deal with all martial arts, how to survive in matches with the strong – all of it.

But what Baek Mu-han had truly left Wei Yan-ho was a single seed.

If Baek Mu-han had transmitted the Light Sword Style to Wei Yan-ho, Wei Yan-ho when he came out of the cave would have been ten times stronger than then. What could be said about the power of the Seongmyeong Jeolgi that Baek Mu-han had directly created?

But Baek Mu-han hadn’t transmitted the Light Sword Style to Wei Yan-ho. What he had left Wei Yan-ho was a small seed.

Small and so insignificant, but a seed that would grow into a giant tree covering the world if just given a little time. And now finally that seed had grown completely and was covering the world.

“My sword is invincible.”

Yes. That’s certainly true. And…

“Your sword is also invincible.”

Wei Yan-ho curled up the corner of his mouth.

“Of course, Master.”

Wei Yan-ho leaped forward briskly.