Chronicles of the Heavenly Demon

The corpse puppets crashed to the ground when the iron bracers slammed into them like bullets. 

Boom!

As soon as the two landed on the floor, flames and dirt filled the skies. 

The Divine Flame flickered. contemporary romance

Glug-ug-!

Fire rained down from the skies. 

The falling raindrops were actually little balls of fire. As they fell, sand and debris from the collapsed buildings swirled through the air. 

It was an amazing sight for everyone. 

Despite being the person who had created such an astonishing scene, Woon-seong did not relax. 

No, he could not relax. 

If they could have been taken down this easily, I wouldn’t have needed to release the iron bracers.

Krrrrrrrrr!

At the growl, Woon-seong’s grip tightened. 

Something soared through the debris, arcing towards Woon-seong. 

Woon-seong flipped backwards. 

A dagger slammed into the ground where Woon-seong had just stood. 

Fire and energy crackled in all directions, like firecrackers bursting. 

“Hoo!”

Amidst the explosions, Woon-seong retreated back into the air. 

It was a scene where onlookers found it hard to follow what was going on. 

Boom. 

Kuang—

The puppets attacked from the left and the right. Woon-seong used the White Night Spear to successfully defend. Still, their strength caused Woon-seong and the White Night Spear to be knocked back. 

Boom—

Every time, Woon-seong’s shoulders would tremble. He was able to disperse the shock, but not all of it. 

Ugh, this is killing me.

Even if it was Woon-seong, he had to stick it out. Eventually, he gave up on fighting in the air. 

Woon-seong landed on the ground, feet firm. The two corpse puppets chased after him, twisting to get a better angle. 

Pow, pow, pow.

Weapons and techniques came out relentlessly. 

Obviously, each of the corpse puppets were stronger than Woon-seong by themselves. Their internal qi and understanding of martial arts were also deep. 

However ancient they were, especially with two of them, they were able to overpower Woon-seong. 

Damn it, cursed Woon-seong. 

Since there were two of them, he could not win the battle quickly. 

These were probably the two mysterious monsters the Demonic Teacher and the Bolt King had met in Chongqing. 

The two corpses moved without pause. Every time Woon-seong blocked their moves, the ground would collapse a little more. 

The ground had been split deeply by two furrows, even though it was merely a fragment of the used strength. 

This is insane.

Woon-seong had already released his iron bracers. Nevertheless, he was not able to overwhelm them. If he had continued to fight with the bracers on, perhaps he would have already lost. 

The first corpse I saw was at King Jinseong’s Court. 

At that time, there were many crude aspects. Rather than facing a Semi-Divine Being, it felt more like an Absolute Master weidling the power of Semi-Divinity. 

And the next time, what had they said?

Sword Emperor of Ice and Light.

The Sword Emperor’s corpse had been much closer to perfection than the one from King Jinseong’s Court, but it was still manageable. It was only a matter of time before the corpse fell, even if Woon-seong had been tired from fighting the Qingcheng. 

But what about this time? 

It’s nothing like the Sword Emperor. 

It was much more sophisticated than then. In addition, two corpse puppets had come together; as if they had somehow been connected, their strikes were precisely coordinated. 

Claaang—

If Woon-seong found a gap and tried to use it, the other puppet would be in the way. 

This might take a while.

Woon-seong grit his teeth. 

He had even been using Intimidation Qi, but it had no effect. It was probably because the puppets weren’t alive in the first place. They acted as if they did not know the feeling of fear. 

If that’s the case, it’s better not to use Intimidation Qi. 

Woon-seong stopped using it. 

In the meantime, a sword came striking at his head and waist. 

It took crazy control to block the swordsman’s blows with the White Night Spear.

“Hoo!”

Woon-seong grit his teeth and spun. It was not just the White Night Spear that shook.

Thunk—

Woon-seong’s body rolled across the ground. 

Dirt swirled. 

In Murim, there was a humiliating technique called Narathagon, but it was still a way to take an inevitable attack. 

I didn’t think I’d be so cornered. 

Woon-seong could see Jwa Do-gyul laughing to the side, standing safely behind the corpse puppets. 

The man’s smile was wide. 

I should have ripped his face off!

“Jwa Do-gyul!”

Woon-seong emitted a wave of crushing qi and swung his spear as hard as he could. A blade of qi stretched out like a whip, slamming towards Jwa Do-gyul. 

If it continued, it would be able to cut Jwa Do-gyul‘s heart out. 

No, no, no. 

I hope it tears at least one arm off!

At that moment!

Peng—

Jwa Do-gyul defended himself with all his strength. 

The horse-like swordsman slashed down with his sword towards Woon-seong. 

Clang—

The length of the spear qi became shorter, barely missing some of Jwa Do-gyul’s hair. 

Fwoo—

The ground crumbled; some of the severed hair floated in the air. 

“Huff,” sighed Jwa Do-gyul. If the corpse puppet had been half a breath later, it would have all been over. He felt cold sweat down his spine. 

“Aaaggghhhh!”

At the same time, Woon-seong’s infuriated roar broke some eardrums. 

How deep must the anger be for such a piercing cry? 

Jwa Do-gyul felt his palms go damp. It will be bad if I stay here any longer. 

He had no idea why, but the leader of the Cult of the Heavenly Demon seemed to be burning with never before seen anger. 

What if the Cult Leader ignored his own life to attack? Then Jwa Do-gyul would definitely die. 

“I wanted to enjoy the glory of beheading the Heavenly Demon…”

He pictured the scene of the Heavenly Demon, bleeding out from his throat. 

It was a scene where the devil cackled as it slashed the neck of a demon. 

Who in Murim would not want to see that?

But Jwa Do-gyul shook his head. 

“Unfortunately, I will have to give that up.”

It was a pity he would not be able to see it. 

As Jwa Do-gyul moved his sight downwards, he saw the ground. Perhaps this place might have been his grave. 

Who were the fools who risked their lives because of regret? If anything, Jwa Do-gyul was not such a fool. 

This was good enough. At least, Jwa Do-gyul felt so. 

He had done great harm to both the demonic and orthodox forces, and the Heavenly Demon would die here today. 

He had completed his role. If he wanted more, that would be greed. 

And Jwa Do-gyul was a person who was more obsessed with his comfort than greed for more. 

“I should step back.”

Jwa Do-gyul shifted backwards, stepping slightly. 

Woon-seong shouted louder, “Jwa Do-gyul!”

His voice continued to carry venom, but his physical body was blocked by the two corpse puppets and could not reach Jwa Do-gyul. 

“Damn it!”

Like an explosion, he swung the spear once more, but he could not get rid of both of the puppets. 

If he tried to chase Jwa Do-gyul, the two would come after him with frightening ferocity. 

Like they were trying to protect Jwa Do-gyul… 

This was because of the flute in Jwa Do-gyul’s possession. 

Woon-seong could see Jwa Do-gyul‘s back becoming more distant. It was obvious where he was going. 

It was probably to the place where all the evidence of his partnership with the Cult of the Inverted Sky was stored. 

Jwa Do-gyul continued to move further and further away. 

The opportunity for vengeance is at hand. The chance to kill Jwa Do-gyul is here. 

Will I have another opportunity if I miss this? How long would it take?

Ten years? 

Twenty years? 

Can I endure those years?

Any good person would have no choice but to feel distressed. 

However!

By the time Jwa Do-gyul’s figure had almost completely disappeared, Woon-seong burst into laughter. 

“Hahaha.”

At the same time, Woon-seong raised his hand. 

Kuakuakuakua—

A beam of light, much like a weapon itself, swept across the earth in a straight line. 

The golden glow and silvery sword flying through the air blasted the two corpse puppets attached to Woon-seong away. 

Boom—

The corpse puppets landed on the ground. 

The light and sword slowly lifted, revealing human forms. 

“It was not enough to desecrate their graves, they have even schemed to raise the spirits of the dead. Descendants of the Soul Sky… such wicked people. Amitabha.”

When the golden glow dissipated, it was the Buddhist Star. 

“Huhu, so it is indeed this situation.”

The sword glow had been the Sword Star. 

Woon-seong approached them slowly and said, “As discussed, I will have the neck of Jwa Do-gyul.”

***

The Buddhist and Sword Stars had approached the army of the Cult of the Heavenly Demon a few days before this battle with Murim. 

At the time, Woon-seong had been planning with the Senior Strategist for the struggle against the Martial Alliance. 

“The most concerning would be the masters who showed up in Chongqing.”

Woon-seong nodded. Even though the Demonic Army completely occupied Chongqing, those two had not appeared. 

They had been a bit reluctant to just leave it be. 

Woon-seong and Sang Gwan-chuk gathered information. 

They did not miss even a small scrap of data, and through all possible calculations, identified a specific place those two mysterious masters might be hiding. 

“The Imperial Palace, otherwise the Martial Alliance.”

“Right, we cannot rule out the possibility of them being in the Martial Alliance.”

Woon-seong nodded gravely. “Two corpse puppets…”

They had set countermeasures in place for Chongqing. 

While Woon-seong would deal with one puppet, two of the Demonic Masters would work together to stall the other one. 

Unlike then though, the Lotus Demon Ballad Sovereign had now joined the Wind Demon Fist King on the field. 

It would be possible to carry out the operations without much effort. 

But it was at that moment that a strange voice came from outside the barracks. 

“This looks like a fun plan, why don’t we join you?”

Someone walked in, opening the flap to the tent. 

Surprised, Sang Gwan-chuk pulled the Pen of Life and Death from his waist and shouted, “What are the guards outside the tent doing…”

Before he could finish, another elderly man walked slowly into the tent. 

One with a sword, one with a shaved head. 

“They could not stop them,” Woon-seong said, reading their qi presence. “Isn’t that right, Sword and Buddha?”

At that moment, the Buddhist Star clapped his hands together and lowered his head in greeting:

“It is nice to meet you for the first time, descendant of the First Heavenly Demon.”

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