Chronicles of the Heavenly Demon

When the bustling movements of the Cult of the Heavenly Demon ceased, a watchtower had been erected where Tang Jin-ryong could see. 

“A watchtower?”

No, it looked like a watchtower but was not one. 

The old man’s eyes narrowed and his eyebrows raised. 

With his power, he could clearly make out the top of the tower. 

Tang Jin-ryong’s eye twitched when he looked. 

He could see someone kneeling at the top. 

“Hmm. What a funny thing to do, Cult Leader,” Tang Jin-ryong said with an uncomfortable face. 

Kneeling on the tower was Tang So-bung, granddaughter of Tang Jin-ryong. 

Woon-seong responded with a calm expression. “I can show you something even more interesting.” 

Woon-seong raised his hand. 

Then, one more person appeared on the tower, next to Tang So-bung. 

It was a man with a long blade in his hand. 

The blade in his hand was so well forged that it seemed like it could sever a man’s head in a heartbeat. 

Based on the situation, it was obvious why the man appeared on the tower with a blade. 

It was exactly as guessed. 

The blade in the man’s hand flashed. 

Seeing that, some of the other Sichuan Tang clan members looking up at the tower cried out in regret and sadness. 

“No!”

“You vile bastards!”

But they were too far from the tower. At this distance, even an arrow wouldn’t be able to reach in time. 

The poison boasted by the Sichuan Tang could also not affect the result. 

In the end, the Sichuan Tang had to watch as the knife slashed through the young woman’s neck. 

Thwack!

Tang So-bung’s severed head soared into the air, then fell. 

Like it had been catapulted, the severed head fell from the tower and rolled across the ground. 

Tang Jin-ryong closed his eyes. 

Tang So-bung was of the main family. And the Sichuan Tang was a clan that held immediate lineage to be more important than anything. 

Hot flames of anger must have seared through Tang Jin-ryong’s heart. 

I was the same when I lost my two masters, Woon-seong thought. 

Tang Jin-ryong soon opened his eyes. 

Not surprisingly, although he looked calm, he was unable to hide the red in his eyes. 

His fingers twitched. A fine toxic dust flowed from his fingertips, as if proving his fury. 

The poison he had accumulated in his body for so many years was responding to his anger. 

“The Cult Leader is indeed a demon.”

“I am a demon. Sounds interesting.”

Tang Jin-wrong smiled at Woon-seong’s words. It was a cold smile, like an ice field. 

He looked around with this smile on his face. 

Nearby, martial artists from both the Demonic Cult and the Sichuan Union were dying from poison. 

“It was hard enough to poison the enemy without affecting my allies. Now you try to shake the hearts and minds of the Tang with such a wicked trick… What do I call you if not a demon?” 

One of the Orthodox martial artists who were dying from poison shouted, “What are you talking about?! The Sichuan Tang poisoned us—”

Foo-scht—

A fluttering butterfly blew the man’s head off and his brains splattered everywhere. Meanwhile, the butterfly flew off again, flapping its wings. 

With a few graceful flitters, it landed back in Tang Jin-ryong’s hands. 

Deadly Wings of the Butterfly.

A blade-like butterfly that could make eight turns in the air, bringing death. 

It was a unique technique of the Sichuan Tang. 

Tang Jin-ryong clicked his tongue when he recovered the blade.

“Tsk, tsk. History is written by the victor anyway. That is a reminder that if the Sichuan Tang win here, all of this will be a rumor, Cult Leader.”

Woon-seong snorted. “You speak as if you can beat our Cult.”

“Even a viper will die when you cut off its head. In my opinion, the Cult of the Heavenly Demon is a snake. If you lose your head, you will lose your place and wriggle around, eventually dying a pitiful death.”

Woon-seong grabbed the White Night Spear. 

At the same time, energy began to flow around the body of Tang Jin-ryong. 

It was a poison that made Woon-seong’s nose tingle and his eyes feel dull. 

In response, energy began to gather around Woon-seong. 

The young man was physically exhausted. His internal qi was much less than usual. 

At this moment, Woon-seong’s momentum could not compare to Tang Jin-ryong’s. 

Still, Tang Jin-ryong looked slightly surprised. At least Transcendence. So you still have this much internal qi even after facing the Qingcheng Sect and the Sword Emperor puppet. 

Immediately, he fixed his expression.

“This is a scene I’ve always wanted to see.” 

“…?”

“Isn’t the great scene of beheading the Heavenly Demon like some Murim hero’s story? Seeing as how I’ve been hoping for it even at this age, I must still have a childish side.”

“You don’t seem to care about your granddaughter’s death.”

Tang Jin-ryong smiled. He lightly waved his hand and said, “The glory of the living is more important than the dead.”

A few weapons were tossed into the air, flying towards Woon-seong. In response, the young man threw out a glass knife. 

“Then any further conversation would be meaningless.”

The weapons collided with the glass knife and exploded in the air. 

At the same time, Woon-seong reached out with a finger. 

A flying burst marble short out. 

As if in response, two butterflies flew over. 

Like torpedoes, they whipped over in an instant. 

Boom!

With an explosion, the two butterflies changed direction. This time, they flew towards Woon-seong’s heart. 

The weapons were dangerous by itself, but the real danger was the poison on the blade-like wings. 

You could not avoid becoming poisoned if you touched it. Woon-seong twisted to the side. The blades swooped past his waist with a paper-thin gap, then swiveled and aimed for the back of his head. contemporary romance

Woon-seong was one step faster. 

He moved his body and shot straight towards Tang Jin-ryong. 

Boom—

Like a meteor, Woon-seong crashed to the ground, right in front of Tang Jin-ryong!

Tang Jin-ryong stepped back and released more poison. 

Again, Woon-seong was one step faster. 

He stretched out the White Night Spear and scattered the poison. At the same time, the Divine Flame covered his entire body. 

Fwoom—

Fire against poison! 

The energy of the Divine Flame burned the scattered poison. Not stopping there, Woon-seong shot towards Tang Jin-ryong again. 

“Huff!” Tang Jin-ryong snorted. 

Woon-seong’s movements were so fast that he had lost sight of the young man for a moment. 

Tang Jin-ryong had been practicing the poison and assassination arts his whole life. In order to see the skills his enemies threw at him, he was confident that he had trained his eyes more than anyone else. 

Yet all of a sudden, his eyes were unable to follow the Heavenly Demon. 

It was no wonder he was surprised. 

How can someone be this fast?!

You spent so much stamina and internal qi, but you’re still moving like this!

While Tang Jin-ryong’s eyes widened in surprise, Woon-seong slammed a shoulder into the man’s chest. 

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There was an eerie sound and Tang Jin-ryong’s chest seemed to cave in a bit. It seemed like a few of his ribs had just been crushed.

“Grand Elder!”

“Elder!”

The rest of the Tang Clan could not tell what was happening, but they could clearly see Tang Jin-ryong being flung back. 

“Queek!” 

Tang Jin-ryong coughed up a mouthful of blood. He grabbed his broken ribs and tried to breathe. 

He prided himself on being able to fight anyone in any position, but when he broke his ribs, he suddenly lost confidence. 

However, this time, Woon-seong’s movements were even faster. 

Blubber-

A huge flame rose and slammed towards Tang Jin-ryong. 

“Khh!”

Tang Jin-ryong scattered all of his blades, trying to pierce through the flames. 

But something even faster ran through the flames towards him. 

Su-wook-

It was an arm. 

Woon-seong smacked Tang Jin-ryong in the shoulder. 

Snap, crack. 

The man’s shoulders crumbled as the bones cracked. 

No matter how talented you were, you could not throw any weapons without your arms. 

Next was the mouth. 

Woon-seong’s fist literally smashed Tang Jin-ryong’s mouth. 

Roar—

Huack—

There were hidden weapons even in Tang Jin-ryong’s mouth, falling between the teeth. Like both arms, you would not be able to shoot weapons from the mouth without tongue or teeth. 

Nevertheless, Woon-seong did not stop attacking. 

With flames covering his body, he swung his fist. 

It was merciless violence. 

This offensive swept across Tang Jin-ryong’s body. 

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With every punch, Tang Jin-ryong’s body trembled. 

What was even more frightening was that this ruthless offensive was taking place under careful calculation. 

Wherever Woon-seong’s fists hit was where a weapon could be hidden or stored. 

First the shoulders, then the mouth, then the wrist. 

Finally, even the ankles. 

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Light rotations collapsed all the places where hidden weapons could be placed. 

“ ……. ”

After that ruthless violence, Tang Jin-ryong finally became silent. No more movement could be seen. 

He had not lost his life, but he was no longer in a situation where he could put up any resistance. 

Woon-seong slowly grabbed the man by the neck. 

Overwhelming force lifted Tang Jin-ryong from the ground. 

Woon-seong stared into his eyes and snarled, “You did some interesting tricks to try and cut my strength. Indeed, it was the way of hypocrites. Pretending to do good things while digging a hole behind.”

As the young man continued, Tang Jin-ryong flinched. 

“Unfortunately, you made two mistakes.”

Tang Jin-ryong trembled. Although he could not move, it was clear that Woon-seong’s words were clearly conveyed to his ears. 

“First, the tricks you prepared were enough to consume some of my stamina, but not enough to exhaust me completely.”

The strength and stamina of a Semi-Divine Being surpassed imagination. Even after dealing with the Qingcheng Sect and Sword Emperor puppet, Woon-seong would not die from exhaustion. 

“Second, did you think I entertained such a long conversation because I enjoyed talking to you?”

At this point, it seemed like Tang Jin-ryong had been struck by a thunderbolt. The killing of his granddaughter, Tang So-bung, and the long speeches and time lapses were all ways for Woon-seong to regain bits of strength. 

I didn’t even realize that much!

Tang Jin-ryong’s body went limp. 

Woon-seong pulled him closer and whispered into his ear: “You shouldn’t have been involved with the destruction of the Spear Master Sect.”

Tang Jin-ryong’s eyes widened. 

“When you die and go to the afterlife, my master will be waiting for you.”

As these last words entered the man’s ear, his neck and spine were crushed. 

Crack—

At the same time, the eerie sound of metal hitting flesh split the air. 

Puchi—

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