My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 163

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Episode 163. The Churning Realm of Demons
Silence fell over Bongseon Palace.
“What’s this? Were you in the middle of something?”
Yeo Un-hwi swept his gaze across the space and let out a soft laugh, as if bewildered by the sight.
The corpses of headless women, and priestesses huddled in the corners, trembling.
And those who appeared to have been threatening them.
Whatever had been happening here, it was lost on him.
Yeo Un-hwi found nothing about their actions to his liking.
Thud.
He tossed Saek-ma forward as though he were no longer of use.
“Ugh…”
Saek-ma, who had lost consciousness for a moment, soon regained his senses and looked around wildly.
Then, trembling in every limb, he crawled toward where Gwak Cheon-hu and the remaining Ten Demons stood.
The mask of arrogance and ferocity he usually wore had vanished, and beneath the ornate, finely embroidered robes lay a wizened, grotesque face that thrashed in desperation.
“P-please, spare me! That one, that wretch—!”
Saek-ma reached out his hands frantically.
But—
Scarcely a whisper.
As Yeo Un-hwi’s blade flashed forth in an instant, Saek-ma’s head rolled across the floor.
At the sight, the visage of the Heavenly Demon Emperor Gwak Cheon-hu twisted.
And then—
A tremendous resonance split the air.
The moment Saek-ma’s head struck the ground, the four remaining Ten Demons unleashed their combined assault upon Yeo Un-hwi without hesitation.
With tremendous speed, they pressed forward without a glance backward.
Thunder Spirit One Hand.
Youma Phantom Illusion Technique.
Ryeong-ma and Hwan-ma.
And—
Raging Flame Explosive Annihilation Fist.
Nine Heaven Annihilation Sea.
Gwon-ma and Dok-ma.
They too had perceived it.
In that single instant when this man casually swung his blade at Saek-ma, that one stroke alone had revealed the truth: he was extraordinarily dangerous.
There was no need for further words.
There was no time to gauge the opponent’s strength or probe his limits.
Their instincts screamed that this moment—this singular opportunity for a surprise assault—must not be squandered.
And they were those who trusted their instincts above all else.
Shriek!
Roar!
Clang-clang-clang-clang-clang!
Sounds that seemed to rend the very air erupted from all directions.
Fists and blades, whips and hidden weapons converged upon Yeo Un-hwi alongside towering illusory phantoms.
The Jeolgi unleashed by the fully intact Ten Demons with all their might was terrifying.
It was as though a massive tempest had descended.
In that maelstrom dwelt the will to annihilate a single being entirely.
Or rather, the certainty that they could.
“Impressive.”
At the sight, the corners of Gwak Cheon-hu’s mouth turned upward.
For him too, that combined assault seemed nearly impossible to withstand.
And yet—
A subtle shift.
The eyes of the Ten Demons widened.
Yeo Un-hwi stepped directly into the heart of the raging tempest.
When it would have been insufficient even to flee in any direction.
No matter how formidable an opponent might be, it appeared nothing short of madness.
For the space he entered held no retreat—only death.
His body would surely be torn asunder by this torrential storm of Nae-gong.
Or so they believed.
“Tediously loud.”
Yeo Un-hwi’s eyes burned gold.
He lifted the blade in his hand and drew it upward in a single motion.
And then,
Whoooosh!
Hwan-ma’s illusion technique, which had made even a single step ahead invisible, was split clean in two.
And the thunder-tinged energy that had filled that space along with it.
“What on earth—”
Hwan-ma and Ryeong-ma, their faces drained of color, recoiled.
Yeo Un-hwi’s lips curled upward.
“There you were.”
Both of them, their skin crawling at that smile, scrambled to throw their bodies backward.
But—
Shlick!
By the time they moved, both had already collapsed, their bodies severed in half.
“You bastard!”
Gwon-ma’s fist came screaming toward Yeo Un-hwi, enormous fist energy trailing in its wake.
As though to pulverize his head in a single strike.
“Confident in your fists, I see.”
Yeo Un-hwi, still gripping his blade, clenched his free hand into a fist and threw a punch straight at Gwon-ma’s incoming fist.
At the sight of this, Gwon-ma let out a bitter laugh.
Had he ever seen a madman like this?
A swordsman attempting hand-to-hand combat with him.
It was absurd.
His entire life spent honing his fists—a master of the fist art renowned throughout the Martial World—his knuckles had destroyed everything they touched.
And now this man dared—
Gwon-ma resolved then and there to shatter every last thing about his opponent.
And in that same moment, he poured every ounce of strength into his fist.
Crack!
The collision of fist against fist produced a deafening explosion that seemed impossible for mere knuckles to generate.
And the result—
“Ahhhhhhh!”
A horrific scream tore from someone’s throat.
It was Gwon-ma.
He clutched at his shoulder and staggered backward, trembling violently across his entire body.
He could not believe it.
Not only his fist, but all the muscle in the arm he had prided himself on was simply gone—nothing remained but bone, which clattered and rattled.
“My… my fist… my arm…”
In the face of such a devastating result, Gwon-ma could do nothing but writhe in agony.
“You call that whimpering? Those martial artists who fell to your fists—they endured far greater suffering.”
“Gah! You spout nonsense! Don’t you dare compare me to such useless trash!”
Gwon-ma screamed, his eyes bloodshot with rage.
“That’s precisely why you’re beyond redemption. Garbage, plain and simple.”
“Wait—”
But before he could finish, Yeo Un-hwi’s index finger filled both of Gwon-ma’s pupils.
Splat!
Gwon-ma’s head burst open like an overripe melon.
The Heavenly Void Killing Strike had been deployed from Yeo Un-hwi’s hand once more.
Before even Gwon-ma’s corpse had hit the ground,
Crack!
Dok-ma’s whip wrapped around Yeo Un-hwi’s arm.
Sizzle!
At that same instant, a burning sound emanated from Yeo Un-hwi’s arm.
“Got him! Khahaha!”
Dok-ma burst into wild laughter.
His entire whip, save for the handle, had been coated in poison.
The deadliest of all deadly toxins—one that dissolved everything it touched.
All this time, his opponent had eluded every assault with impossible movements, displaying a miraculous ability to face the Ten Demons while others fell—but the opening revealed the moment he struck down Gwon-ma had created this perfect opportunity.
Now that his poison had made contact, Dok-ma harbored no doubt whatsoever about his victory.
No one knew the potency of his poison better than he did.
How many people had he used as test subjects to perfect this toxin?
He had even laid waste to an entire village with a single drop of it.
So there’s no room for failure—absolutely none!
A target that half of the Ten Demons couldn’t capture easily, yet he was catching them himself—Dok-ma already savored the magnitude of such a feat, grinning widely as if the battle were already won.
But then—
“What’s so amusing about that?”
Yeo Un-hwi, who should have been writhing in agony from the poison coursing through his veins, stood utterly unharmed, gazing back at Dok-ma with perfect composure.
Looking more closely, Dok-ma saw that only Yeo Un-hwi’s clothing had dissolved where the whip had coiled—the flesh beneath remained untouched.
“How… this can’t be….”
Even as his own eyes witnessed it, the weight of experience and the arrogance he’d accumulated over years refused to accept what stood before him.
“Fool.”
All this time, while facing four opponents simultaneously, Yeo Un-hwi had never once permitted an opening in his defense.
So why had he allowed this attack the moment Gwon-ma fell?
“It can’t be….”
“It’s not me who’s caught—it’s you.”
Yeo Un-hwi seized the whip coiled around his own arm.
Dok-ma tried desperately to wrench his hand free, but it wouldn’t budge.
Why in heaven’s name—
His eyes widened to their limit as he stared at Yeo Un-hwi.
Then Yeo Un-hwi laughed, a low, chilling sound.
“Never seen anything like this before?”
Yeo Un-hwi’s Internal Energy had traveled along the whip itself, overwhelming Dok-ma completely.
When Yeo Un-hwi yanked the whip hard, Dok-ma’s body came hurtling toward him.
Dok-ma should have struggled, should have cried out, but instead his face went blank—utterly vacant.
This had to be a dream.
Otherwise none of this made sense.
Yes, it was surely a dream. A dream.
And then—
Crack!
Dok-ma’s body, now headless, collapsed to the ground with a dull thud.
Thus the entire Ten Demons, pride of the Cheonma Sinjiao, fell to a single man.
Yeo Un-hwi brushed the dust from his clothes with deliberate casualness, then slowly turned his head.
“Kept you waiting long?”
His gaze fell upon the middle-aged man whose face had hardened into a cold, rigid mask.
It didn’t require explanation.
From his bearing to the aura that seeped from him unbidden—the overwhelming presence Yeo Un-hwi had felt from the moment he entered this place clearly belonged to this man.
The Heavenly Demon Lord of the Cheonma Sinjiao, Gwak Cheon-hu, who walked among them as the Demon Heaven’s Wild Emperor.
He stood there with an expression of utter bewilderment.
“Hmph.”
After staring at Yeo Un-hwi in silence for a long moment, Gwak Cheon-hu slowly opened his mouth.
“Who in the world are you?”
The question was commonplace enough, yet it sprang from genuine curiosity.
The martial prowess on display was simply too absurd to comprehend.
Another of the Twelve Supremes?
No. He was far too young for that.
How could someone so young possess such terrifying martial skill? Did such a thing even make sense? To Gwak Cheon-hu, the whole affair seemed nothing short of madness.
The thought even flickered through his mind that this might be some secret weapon cultivated in isolation somewhere.
Then the man’s next words came like a bolt from an unforeseen quarter.
“Me? I came from the Peng Estate in Hebei.”
“The Peng Estate in Hebei? Could you be—”
“You did send quite the impressive force of subordinates. Though I swept them all away, of course.”
Yeo Un-hwi’s smile turned ice-cold as he spoke.
The memory still made his blood boil in reverse—pure rage channeling inward.
“The truth is, I’ve had much to occupy my time, so I paid it little mind. But since you kept scratching at the surface, I couldn’t simply sit idle. So I came. Figured I’d settle this matter once and for all while I was at it.”
“What?”
Gwak Cheon-hu’s face contorted with fury.
Simultaneously, black energy erupted from his body in torrents.
Many things still eluded his understanding.
Above all, the distance from the Peng Estate in Hebei to the Cheonma Sinjiao headquarters here was immense.
Yet he couldn’t fathom how this man had crossed it so swiftly.
But such details mattered little now.
“Ah… so it was you. The source of that sinister premonition I felt in Hebei.”
Something felt wrong.
In truth, when he first heard that the Majiao Black Slaughter Brigade had perished alongside the Sarim Dan, he’d felt merely displeasure.
But when the Black Demon heading toward Hebei vanished without a trace, and later he learned of her death, a strange unease began to gnaw at him.
He was furious.
The very fact that he—the Patriarch of the Great Cheonma Sinjiao—felt an incomprehensible dread.
So he sent an enormous force to Hebei to eliminate whatever was causing this unease.
Excessively so, one might say.
But it made no difference to him.
He was the sort who could not abide anything that troubled him.
Yet he never imagined that this decision of his would precipitate the crisis that unfolded now.
From that unknowable intruder’s invasion, he had lost much indeed.
But still,
“It doesn’t matter.”
Watching Wi Seol-lin in the corner, cradling and soothing the priestesses, he smiled darkly.
Soon he would become the Heavenly Demon.
And once he became the Heavenly Demon, he would gain power incomparable to what he had lost today.
So Gwak Cheon-hu thought of this too as merely a small trial on the way to a new beginning.
“Yes. Good. I acknowledge it. Your martial arts are certainly formidable. Even I had not reached such heights at your age—that much is true.”
To possess strength rivaling the Twelve Supremes at that age was undoubtedly unprecedented.
A supreme talent under heaven. No—counting back through all ages, one of but a handful worthy of mention.
But still,
“Unfortunately, you chose the wrong opponent.”
You should have bowed your head further and refined your martial arts.
Then perhaps you might have reached an even greater height—but now it was over.
No, he would see to it that it was.
For now that he knew such a being existed, he could not permit it to live.
“From this moment on, you will understand precisely why I am one of the Twelve Supremes, and why I am called the Demon of a Thousand Heavens.”
Kroooooom.
The air around him began to distort.
The black energy pouring from his body consumed the space itself.
Heavenly Evil Asura—the turbulent realm of demonic spirits.
It was the descent of the Mental World, manifest only by those who have reached the absolute stage known as the Twelve Supremes.
Yeo Un-hwi’s eyes widened.

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