Chronicles of the Heavenly Demon

The sound of the sword colliding with the spear was loud and clear like a bell. 

Hwan Dok’s body trembled.
The strength of the blow had traveled through the weapon. 

Once is enough!

Withstand. 

Hwan Dok did not know what Woon-seong had eaten, but he decided that the effect wouldn’t last for long. 

It is my victory as long as I endure until then. 

The moment Hwan Dok decided that, the momentum of the White Night Spear changed. 

The spear seemed to wrap around his sword, curling like a snake. 

Startled, Hwan Dok tried to pull his sword back, but it was already firmly captured by the spear. 

Shua—

The spear kept the blade in place, but kept going forward.
A spear that would not stop!

Staring at the sword, which seemed like it had been embedded in a rock, Hwan Dok pulled out another hidden blade. 

His expertise was in using twin swords!

He slammed the other sword horizontally, blocking the spear from spinning forward. 

Kuakuakua—

As the weapons met, sparks flew into the air. 

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Woon-seong let go of the spear. 

Flames rose around the area in a vortex, swirling around Hwan Dok. 

“Heavenly Demon’s Palm!”

Hwan Dok made a sound of surprise as a wall of flames sped through the air, knocking into the butt of the spear Woon-seong had left in the air. 

It was like a hammer and a chisel. 

The hammer was the Divine Flame, the chisel was the White Night Spear. 

Like it was cracking through rock, the White Night Spear exploded forward, fueled by the Divine Flame. 

Boom!

Hwan Dok’s blade, which had been blocking the spear, shattered from the power.
At the same time, the spear continued, slamming into Hwan Dok. 

Fwa-ping—

The power still remained and Hwan Dok was skewered to the floor. 

Boom.

The White Night Spear had formed a crater in the ground.
At the center was Hwan Dok. 

“Grrrgh.”

Was he in pain because of the spear through his chest? Hwan Dok reached out with his hands and grabbed at the spear. 

He tried to pull it out. 

But the White Night Spear had dug deep into the ground. 

Woon-seong slowly approached him. 

“When you made your plan, did you think this far?”

Hwan Doks slowly closed his eyes.
His internal organs had long been crushed by the White Night Spear piercing through his chest. 

He could not escape.
Even if he succeeded, he would not survive for long. 

“Hehe, hehehehe.”

Perhaps it was fear of death, but laughter poured from his lips. 

“Hahahaha.”

For a while, Hwan Dok giggled to himself. 

Not liking that laughter, Woon-seong grabbed the White Night Spear. 

Kwa-rung—

“Cough!”

Enormous strength gushed through the White Night Spear, shaking Hwan Dok’s internal organs once again. 

Blood flowed from the man’s mouth.

His internal organs were scattered like chunks of meat in porridge throughout the blood. 

“Let me ask you again.
Did you expect this?”

When asked, Hwan Dok slowly opened his eyes.
Even though he was dying, he opened his eyes and stared at Woon-seong as clearly as he could. 

“Predicted… I did.”

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At his words, Woon-seong twitched. 

It was because that answer was unexpected. 

“Predicted?” Woon-seong asked again, and Hwan Dok nodded with great difficulty. 

He slowly reached out, pointing to his blade. 

It was the same sword that had stabbed Woon-seong in the shoulder.

“Yes.
I anticipated a situation where I could not kill you, and so I had one more thing prepared.”

Woon-seong stared at the blade. 

It meant that something had been added to that blade.

The answer naturally flowed from Hwan Dok’s mouth: “I can’t believe I got to kill the god of the Cult of the Heavenly Demon twice.
Both times in the same way too, hahahaha!”

Hwan Dok leaned his head back and cackled. 

Woon-seong stared at him. 

“Poison?”

“Cough, cough.” Hwan Dok coughed up more blood.
He was a man about to die, so he did not deny anything.
“Yes, poison.
Ack.”

“…”

“The same poison that killed the other Heavenly Demon.”

Hwan Dok’s words made Woon-seong’s expression strangely distorted. 

It was because although he did not know the name of that poison, he knew what it was. 

It was a poison that had taken away his master, twice.

Woon-seong clenched his fist. 

Hwan Dok continued to cackle.
“Hehe, I have killed the Heavenly Demon twice.”

Woon-seong reached out and grabbed the man by the throat.
He then said in a low voice: “I don’t care about my life.
I’ll have you all killed before my life is over.
After that, I don’t care what happens.”

Woon-seong meant his words too. 

Revenge was what Woon-seong wanted the most in the first place.
He didn’t care if he died after achieving that revenge. 

“And no matter how powerful the poison is, it can’t kill me in a short time.”

Like Chun Hwi, Woon-seong could last between half a year and up to a year. 

That was enough time to turn the world into a sea of fire and twist the necks of all his enemies. 

“I’ll have you all thrown in hell before my life is lost,” Woon-seong growled with all of his heart. 

Hwan Dok, who could read his expression and tone, felt stiff. That is a lot of anger.

It was something beyond the norm. 

It was the anger of losing two masters, not one.
Compared to the anger of others, it was on a different dimension. 

While receiving such anger, Hwan Dok shook his head.
“The Cult Leader will never accomplish his goals, cough!” Coughing up another mouthful of blood, he muttered, “Everything is for the Inverted Sky—”

Woon-seong swiftly yanked the spear from the man’s stomach. 

Puh—

Blood splattered everywhere.