My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 162

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Episode 162. Calamity Descends
‘Am I dreaming right now?’
Among the Heavenly Demon Cult, Gu Mun-hoe was known as someone second to none in his coldness—a master of the Soul-Seizing Divine Blade who had emerged as a promising prodigy in the Demonic Sect, with whispers already circulating that he would one day join the ranks of the Ten Demon Stars.
His life, marked by an unbroken string of successes, had advanced with the momentum of an unstoppable force.
Frankly, he feared no one save perhaps the Twelve Supremes and the Ten Demon Stars themselves.
It was not arrogance—his entire life thus far had been the clearest proof of it.
So when he heard today that an intruder had appeared at the Heavenly Demon Cult, he had eagerly seized his cherished blade, the Black Blade, even as he sneered at the notion of such madness.
He wondered what lunatic could possibly dare to breach the gates of the Heavenly Demon Cult.
But what he soon beheld was something beyond belief.
That vast Asura Gate had come crashing down.
And—
‘This is insane… what, what is that?’
Gu Mun-hoe’s eyes trembled as if the earth itself had begun to shake.
He nearly dropped the Black Blade from his grip without even realizing it.
For he had never in his life imagined such a scene, not even once.
The impossible was unfolding before him.
All because of a single man who had suddenly breached the Heavenly Demon Cult’s main compound.
Crash!
With each thunderous explosion, dozens upon dozens—hundreds—of Demonic Sect disciples were sent flying like scraps of paper in all directions.
“Hold them back! Hold the line!”
“Aaaaaagh!”
The various squad leaders and group leaders barked orders, desperately trying to steady their subordinates, but it was futile.
Nothing could stop what was happening.
Crash!
The Sky-Breaking Squad and the Darkness Squad alike—
the Blood Sea Demon Swordsman, the Old Specter of Yin Wind, the Black Ghost, and even the Cruel Swordsman were all being swept away.
With each move, each technique deployed by this single man, not only the Heavenly Demon Cult’s prized masters but entire buildings in the area were reduced to ruins.
[Demon-Annihilating Palm]
Each time he swung his hands or thrust his fists,
[Blade Wind]
and each time he wielded his blade, a sound like thunder crackled through the air.
With each thunderclap, countless disciples of the sect were reduced to pulp and cast aside.
This was a nightmare.
“Uuuuh…”
He was not the only one whose mind had gone blank.
Just moments before, thousands of Demonic Sect disciples had surrounded the lone man in the Central Plaza of the Heavenly Demon Cult’s main compound, but in an instant, half their numbers had been scattered.
Now it was the Demonic Sect who trembled in fear.
Yes.
Thousands of disciples accustomed to spreading terror throughout the world were now completely overwhelmed by a single man.
“What are you waiting for? Come at me if you’ve gathered your nerve.”
The man flicked his hand tauntingly, yet no one dared to rush forward.
They had seen it.
They had seen what kind of impossible power he possessed.
The man’s displeasure at their hesitation was evident as he clicked his tongue.
“Tch. So you draw your blades without hesitation against those weaker than yourselves, yet now you cower like frightened rats when it matters? Fine. If you won’t come to me, I’ll come to you!”
His eyes gleamed with renewed fury as he began his rampage anew.
What could have enraged this man so thoroughly?
No one knew.
But one thing was certain—
“That… that’s not human!”
Someone cried out, trembling violently.
He would have agreed.
This was a calamity itself.
Some might call it excessive to refer to a single martial artist as a calamity.
But any who had witnessed it with their own eyes would understand.
Wherever he passed, nothing but ruin remained in his wake.
If that was not a calamity, then what could possibly be called one?
Whoosh.
Soon that calamity turned its gaze toward him, drawing near.
“Ugh!”
Gu Mun-hoe gripped the Black Blade with all his strength, fighting desperately to make one last stand.
He couldn’t die like this—so pointlessly.
In that fleeting instant, every technique and ultimate technique he possessed flashed through his mind.
But his thoughts turned white.
“…Ah. Damn it.”
It was hopeless.
No matter what he recalled, his mind painted only the image of it being utterly ineffective against his opponent.
In the end, Gu Mun-hoe’s entire body went rigid as stone.
Crack!
He could feel it.
That it was all over.
Slash.
Thus the promising young master of the Heavenly Demon Cult became just another cold corpse, crumpling to the ground.
And not long after,
“Hmm.”
The area around Yeo Un-hwi had become a desolate flatland.
Yet despite his rampage, not a single bead of sweat glistened on Yeo Un-hwi’s face.
For him, it had been barely a warm-up.
The endless stream of Demonic Sect disciples that had poured forth was nowhere to be seen.
Then,
“Heh heh, quite the spectacle you’ve made.”
Someone appeared.
It was Saekmma, one of the Ten Demon Stars.
Despite his aged voice, he bore the refined, handsome features of youth.
In fact, that face had been flayed from some man who had once caught his fancy.
He had come here of his own accord after hearing that mysterious thunderous sound.
“Huh.”
Even for him, seeing this entire region reduced to such ruins was a first.
“It seems you’ve used Lightning Bombs—and not just one or two. Tsk. We’re certainly something, but you’re no ordinary creature yourself.”
Saekmma sensed no great aura emanating from the man before him.
He concluded that the other must be employing some technique or trick to cause this chaos in their headquarters now.
Yet even this assessment was born of his own arrogance.
Saekmma’s eyes swept across the ruins.
“Where are the others? Don’t tell me you’re alone?”
Surely he couldn’t be here by himself—that was his natural assumption.
No matter how many Lightning Bombs one wielded, it seemed impossible for a single person to accomplish such destruction.
More than that, who in the world could level the Asura Gate by themselves?
It was absurd.
Yet Yeo Un-hwi made no reply to Saekmma’s question, merely staring at him intently.
Then he slowly opened his mouth.
“You’re not the cult leader, are you? That would be truly disappointing.”
“Insolent wretch. Do you not know who I am? I am Saekmma, one of the Ten Demon Stars of the Heavenly Demon Cult.”
“Ah. So it’s those Ten Demon Stars again.”
“Hmm?”
The Ten Demon Stars again?
The way this young man spoke suggested he had already encountered the Ten Demon Stars before—others besides Saekmma.
That couldn’t be possible.
By his bearing, this one seemed the type who would never be on their side, yet somehow he’d faced another of the Ten Demon Stars and was still breathing?
“Where did you come from? Reveal your identity.”
“Stop wasting my breath. Just tell me where your cult leader is.”
“You dare—!”
Had he ever been treated with such contempt?
Unable to contain his rage, Saekmma drew his blade and struck.
Sing!
But Yeo Un-hwi evaded the sword strike perfectly with merely a half-step.
“Hm! You’ve got some skill! Excellent!”
For an instant, Saekmma’s eyes gleamed.
Dream Illusion Sword.
In the next breath, Saekmma’s ever-shifting blade aura came rushing from all directions, targeting Yeo Un-hwi’s throat.
But even before Saekmma’s ultimate technique, Yeo Un-hwi’s face remained perfectly at ease.
And then,
Crack.
Saekmma’s blade shattered against the edge of Yeo Un-hwi’s raised hand.
Saekmma stared at the broken pieces of his own sword, his face slack with disbelief.
“What—what is this?”
“Not going to tell me? Fine. I already have a pretty good idea anyway.”
Yeo Un-hwi’s palm closed around Saekmma’s face like a vise.
“Ugh! Let go! You bastard!”
As Yeo Un-hwi tightened his grip, the crushing force of that enormous hand wrung a scream of agony from Saekmma.
It was impossible to believe.
That he could be subdued so easily—something was terribly wrong.
But there was no time for thought.
The pain compressing his skull was beyond imagination, and though he thrashed and clawed at Yeo Un-hwi’s hand, it was useless. He could only writhe in agony.
“Aaaagghhh!”
“We’re only just beginning. Stop your whimpering. Come with me to see your master.”
Then Yeo Un-hwi’s gaze fixed on something distant.
The place from which he had felt the most tremendous Qi the moment he entered the Heavenly Demon Cult’s main compound.
Fengxian Palace.
“Well then, shall we go?”
Yeo Un-hwi’s form rocketed upward like lightning, Saekmma dangling from a single hand.
***
“Status report.”
At that same moment, in Fengxian Palace.
Gwak Cheon-hu, the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Cult, spoke with a face gone cold as stone, leaving behind the priestess Wi Seol-lin as she tried to calm the trembling acolytes.
One of his subordinates stepped forward, his voice quavering as he delivered his report.
He himself seemed scarcely able to believe what he was saying.
“All—all the forces nearest the Asura Gate have been deployed, but… they’ve all f-failed, every one of them.”
“What?”
Gwak Cheon-hu’s brow furrowed in a deep scowl.
He paused to master his anger, then spoke again.
“Where. Where is the attack coming from?”
“We cannot determine the enemy’s identity, but our intelligence suggests there is… only one attacker.”
“One? What are you talking about, one?”
“I’m not joking. Do you truly believe what you’re saying makes sense?”
The Ten Demon Stars behind Gwak Cheon-hu erupted with savage fury at the subordinate’s report, their voices barking out in unison.
This was no shabby sect tucked away in some backwater.
It was the main compound of the Heavenly Demon Cult—a fortress bristling with thousands of masters.
And yet this calamity had been wrought by a single man.
It was a story that demanded skepticism.
“Speak! What kind of madman would dare assault the Heavenly Demon Cult alone? Only a lunatic would attempt such a thing!”
Then Gwak Cheon-hu raised a hand slightly.
The Ten Demon Stars fell silent at once.
Gwak Cheon-hu fell into thought.
One. Just one.
It made no sense.
For any master, no matter how formidable, to assault this place alone would be an act of suicide.
The only ones with even the remotest capability to do such a thing were—
‘One of the other Twelve Supremes? But why?’
Gwak Cheon-hu had not come to serious odds with any of the other Supremes.
And even if it were one of them, he could not imagine them committing such madness.
Even if someone were to lay waste to the Heavenly Demon Cult’s main compound alone, they would ultimately have to face the Ten Demon Stars, and then himself.
It still made no sense from any angle.
Then what could it be…
“Hmm.”
No matter how he racked his mind, no face came to him.
Still, he had sent Saekmma quickly enough; the man would return with answers.
Saekmma was among the top three strongest of the Ten Demon Stars.
But then,
Boom!
A colossal explosion tore through one wall of Fengxian Palace.
From the billowing dust, a figure emerged.
He was remarkably young and handsome.
“Ah, sorry. I couldn’t find the door anywhere, you see.”
Yeo Un-hwi chuckled dryly.
In his hand hung Saekmma, stripped of his human skin and limp as a rag.
The sight made Gwak Cheon-hu and everyone else’s eyes widen in absolute shock.

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