CLS-Chapter 668

Chapter 668:

“Inoooooooooom!”

As soon as Wei Yan-ho stepped forward, a tremendous roar erupted.

Fist Demon.

The Fist Demon, who had pushed aside the Dark King, charged toward Wei Yan-ho with terrifying momentum.

“You dare harm Light Demon!”

Crash! Crash! Crash!

Each time the Fist Demon’s foot struck the ground, an explosion erupted and the floor cracked, sending debris flying in all directions. The ferocious momentum of the Fist Demon, his eyes blazing with fury as he charged forward, was so savage that even the onlookers felt their knees go weak.

Black currents swirled around his body. The momentum seemed ready to grind everything in its path to pieces.

“Stop it, Fist Demon!”

Blood Demon screamed, but it seemed nothing registered in Fist Demon’s eyes.

‘This fool!’

Blood Demon frantically kicked off the ground.

This was Wei Yan-ho, whom even Light Demon couldn’t handle. No, it wasn’t just that he couldn’t handle him—he was unilaterally slaughtered. How could Fist Demon alone possibly contend with Wei Yan-ho?

“Inoooooooom!”

But before Blood Demon could even assist, Fist Demon had already charged at Wei Yan-ho with terrifying speed.

“Dieeeeeee!”

His fist, imbued with Fist Force, split toward Wei Yan-ho’s head.

“How troublesome.”

Wei Yan-ho slightly tilted his head back to avoid Fist Demon’s punch and kicked upward with his knee into the man’s stomach.

“Kuk!“

Fist Demon’s back bulged outward.

Thwack!

Wei Yan-ho’s body spun gracefully as he planted his support foot, then delivered a roundhouse kick with his opposite leg. Struck in the jaw, Fist Demon’s body flew like a fired cannonball and crashed into the ground.

Wei Yan-ho watched this scene and shook his head.

“You don’t seem to understand.”

Step.

Wei Yan-ho slowly approached the fallen Fist Demon.

“Well, I suppose it’s not incomprehensible.”

These people had always been the strong ones.

How numerous were the followers of the Demonic Cult?

As a single sect, they could compete with all of Zhongyuan for supremacy. Their numbers alone reached tens of thousands. Among those countless Demonic Cult members, only those who were exceptionally strong and cruel could become High Priests.

These people had always been rulers. It was only natural that they couldn’t accept being overwhelmed by a young boy.

Wei Yan-ho gripped his White Sword.

‘How foolish.’

Baek Mu-han had taught him for five years. Along with the promise to make him the greatest under heaven.

Baek Mu-han was someone with a severe tendency toward boasting and mischief, but when it came to martial arts, he was a person without falsehood. If Baek Mu-han said so, then it was so.

Wei Yan-ho’s trust in Baek Mu-han could not be broken by anything.

The world praised Baek Mu-han.

The name of Sword Emperor was still passed down as legend. No one in the martial world doubted the Sword Emperor’s strength, and Ten Thousand Swords Hundred Families still worshipped the Sword Emperor like a god even after all these long years.

But they didn’t know.

How strong Baek Mu-han was.

How great Baek Mu-han was.

Those who hadn’t directly seen and experienced what kind of person he was could never truly know Baek Mu-han.

No matter how much people discussed the strength of a dragon, it ultimately amounted to nothing more than grasping at clouds. At least when it came to swords, Baek Mu-han was an incomprehensible existence beyond even dragons.

How could they know?

The existence of one who could split mountains with a single sword.

The existence of one who could shatter the heavens with a single sword.

It was said that Dan Cheon Sword Baek Gong-do had shown the sight of splitting the sky with a single sword, but the technique he displayed could not dare be compared to Baek Mu-han’s.

He was the incarnation of martial arts.

If one were to give form to the intangible concept of martial arts, no other image could be imagined besides Baek Mu-han’s appearance. At least for Wei Yan-ho, Baek Mu-han was martial arts, and Baek Mu-han was the sword.

What he learned from Baek Mu-han, what he gained from Baek Mu-han, what Baek Mu-han had left for him.

All of those things had now awakened within his body.

‘How shameless.’

He had realized long ago that the words about dying if he didn’t achieve enlightenment weren’t true. His master had wanted to send Wei Yan-ho into the world by any means necessary, and had hoped for Wei Yan-ho’s martial arts to be completed.

Not everything went according to his master’s intentions, but in any case, Wei Yan-ho had experienced the world as Baek Mu-han desired and gained countless insights.

The seed that Baek Mu-han had planted had now grown into a great tree at this very moment, nourished by that enlightenment.

So how could they possibly stop him?

Wei Yan-ho had hoped to reach even Baek Mu-han’s shadow. At this moment, Wei Yan-ho could proudly claim that he had grasped at least Baek Mu-han’s toes.

Countless trials.

And countless battles.

In the fight with Baek Gong-do, who had become the finishing touch, Wei Yan-ho had hatched from his shell.

Then he finally understood a portion of Baek Mu-han’s sword techniques that he had never been able to comprehend no matter how much he thought and pondered.

And that alone was sufficient.

Reaching Baek Mu-han’s toes meant that there was now no match for him in this era. Baek Mu-han was that strong and great.

Now Wei Yan-ho would make that fact known.

“My sword is invincible.”

It seemed like his master was smiling at him.

“No way…”

Jang-il, who had stopped moving at some point, stared at Wei Yan-ho with vacant eyes.

“That’s…”

“What are you getting so surprised about now?”

Peng Dao-ji spat out his words.

“He was never human to begin with.”

“I’m not surprised about Wei Yan-ho because of that…”

“What?”

“Do all absolute masters originally fight like those black path bastards having a street brawl?”

“…”

Jang-il looked at Wei Yan-ho with eyes that couldn’t comprehend.

He knew Wei Yan-ho was strong. Now Jang-il was confident he wouldn’t be surprised even if Wei Yan-ho split a mountain with his sword. But wasn’t this case different from that?

Slashing Light Demon’s throat to kill him, and kicking Fist Demon to send him flying?

‘It would be more convincing if he pulled out hundreds of Sword Rings and launched them.’

“It’s because there’s no need for that.”

“Huh?”

“If you could knock down one person by pulling out Sword Rings and you could knock down one person by just swinging your sword, which would you choose?”

“The latter.”

It was too obvious.

If you could produce the same result, it was efficient to choose the method that required less effort. Even a child could think of this.

“It’s the same thing.”

Peng Dao-ji also bit his lips tightly.

‘In other words, the current Wei Yan-ho is so strong that he can cut down Demonic Cult High Priests just by casually swinging his sword.’

Even the word “amazing” wouldn’t come out.

The main force of the Righteous Martial Alliance hadn’t even arrived yet. But with Wei Yan-ho’s power alone, they were gaining the upper hand against the Demonic Cult. No, it wasn’t just gaining the upper hand.

Right now, this battlefield was being dominated by Wei Yan-ho alone. No one dared to think of swinging their sword.

‘Even so, to think it would be to this extent.’

High Priests were terrifying existences in Zhongyuan.

In the past, when the Great Demon Great Emperor had driven Zhongyuan to the edge of a cliff, the High Priests had become the Great Demon Great Emperor’s hands and feet, devastating Zhongyuan.

A single person’s power couldn’t lead to victory in war.

The opponents weren’t fools either.

No matter how strong the Great Demon Great Emperor was, he was still one person, and no matter how strong he was, he couldn’t single-handedly occupy all of Zhongyuan.

When the Great Demon Great Emperor pushed through the center, it was because of the existence of High Priests who rampaged throughout Zhongyuan that Zhongyuan nearly reached the brink of defeat.

How many tales had they left behind?

If such words came from people who didn’t want to bring up past defeats, how tremendous must the actual power of the High Priests have been?

They had already painfully experienced that power in the clash between Gwang Hon Ma-je and Wei Yan-ho.

But in just a few months…

“…We can win.”

Peng Dao-ji clenched his fists tightly.

They could win.

If Wei Yan-ho dealt with the High Priests, they could definitely win.

“Master.”

“Hmm?”

Peng Dao-ji slightly turned his head. Mu San’s voice wasn’t the same as usual.

“Isn’t this strange?”

“What is?”

“Their response is too obvious.”

“Hmm?”

“The Demonic Cult I know isn’t like this. If they couldn’t gain the upper hand because of Wei Yan-ho, they would have retreated.”

Peng Dao-ji’s face hardened.

Words he had heard countless times.

The Demonic Cult knows no honor.

How many people had fallen victim to their mercenary tactics of biting like dogs when advantageous and retreating without looking back when even slightly disadvantageous during past wars?

Thanks to this, those who had experienced war would spit and curse that those Demonic Cult bastards didn’t have even the minimum pride as martial artists.

But?

‘They’re not retreating?’

He had missed that fact because Wei Yan-ho had gained the upper hand. This battlefield was already a finished battlefield.

Even if the remaining Demonic Cult members somehow regained their morale and fought again risking their lives, they wouldn’t achieve the same results as before.

Then they wouldn’t be able to handle those who would come later.

If the Demonic Cult weren’t fools, they would know that the main forces of the Righteous Martial Alliance, the Imperial Palace, and Hundred Sword Castle would soon come rushing. So why were they choosing to die in a battlefield where they had lost the initiative?

Peng Dao-ji’s gaze turned to one side.

Divine Strategy Master Jo Hyeon.

If Mu San and he had noticed, the Divine Strategy Master would have already sensed this discomfort.

The hardened face of the Divine Strategy Master entered his vision.

‘What should we do?’

The Divine Strategy Master’s face was seriously hardened.

This place was not normal right now.

‘Something is definitely happening.’

What the Divine Strategy Master couldn’t understand most was the existence of Blood Shadow Demon Emperor.

His mind was demonic.

The Divine Strategy Master, who had engaged in fierce mental battles with him in the past, knew. Blood Shadow Demon Emperor’s mind was by no means inferior to his own. In certain areas, he showed schemes that the Divine Strategy Master could never match.

But such a person failed to grasp the fact that this battlefield was collapsing?

That was impossible.

Yet Blood Demon, rather than retreating to reorganize, was himself coming to the front lines to fight.

‘Why?’

It was incomprehensible yet understandable.

That was a desperate last stand.

Right now, there was no word “retreat” in Blood Demon’s mind. He was fighting as if his back was blocked by a cliff. In such a situation, all a commander could do was fight at the front to boost morale as much as possible.

But why?

Why couldn’t they retreat?

“…Why indeed.”

The reason was simple.

Because they couldn’t retreat. Because even if fighting at the front would result in death, it was better than retreating.

In other words, there was something more fearsome than death behind them.

What could it be?

What existence could make those terrifying Demonic Cult High Priests tremble in fear?

‘What should we do?’

He could instinctively tell. Continuing this battlefield would not bring good results for Zhongyuan either. But…

‘Retreat from here?’

That was nonsense.

It was impossible to retreat from a battlefield where they had finally gained the upper hand. If they retreated now and fought again next time, they would never cower like this again.

They would develop resistance to Wei Yan-ho.

There was a difference as vast as heaven and earth between going to fight knowing that the enemy had an absolute master who couldn’t be opposed, and only discovering the existence of an absolute being after entering the battlefield.

So they absolutely could not retreat. Even if this resulted in walking into a quagmire themselves!

The Divine Strategy Master gritted his teeth.

In his eyes entered the sight of Wei Yan-ho simultaneously facing Jade Demon, Blood Demon, and Disturbing Demon.