Chapter 542

**Chapter 542: The Lazy One Strikes (2)**

**Tight.**

Among the rubble of destroyed buildings, only people could be seen.

—Tch!

Wei Yanho couldn’t help but click his tongue. He knew they would come in droves, but seeing their actual numbers, he felt like the air was catching in his throat.

The only somewhat comforting thing was that they hadn’t all gathered around them yet. Those seen below were few… well, “few” was a relative term. But compared to the multitude that would soon invade the place, it was a number they should be grateful for.

—Uaaahhh!

Wei Yanho brandished his sword without hesitation.

They were completely surrounded, with no escape route in sight. But that didn’t mean they could sit around waiting for death. If there was no path, they would create one.

The *Sword of the Righteous Hero* shone with a blinding glow, and a mass of light crashed against the ground like a meteor.

**KABOOOOM!**

Then, the explosion.

Those who had never witnessed Wei Yanho’s martial arts were left speechless at this supernatural phenomenon.

*”What the hell is that?”*

It was a style of martial arts they had never seen before in their lives. They had heard rumors that Wei Yanho’s sword emitted light, but… they thought it was just an exaggerated glow. Who could have imagined that the light would fly like that and explode?

And that wasn’t all!

—Ughhh…
—Aaaah!

Those who were caught in the glow screamed as blood gushed from their bodies. A single blow had left four or five casualties. The power behind that attack was equally monstrous.

Gwol watched Wei Yanho descend to the ground with a tense face.

*”Is he really comparable to a Bishop?”*

It was incredible.

Wei Yanho hadn’t even lived half as long as the Bishops. Not even a fraction. How could it be accepted that such a child had already reached a level comparable to them?

*”But it’s the reality.”*

Gwol gritted his teeth. Whether he could accept it or not was a problem for later. What was important was that this absurd monster was in front of him right now.

And that he was the one who had to stop him.

—Don’t back down! —Gwol shouted.

His eyes gleamed with a bloodshot flash.

It was time for battle.

After more than twenty years of waiting, he was finally about to fulfill his lifelong wish. But from the first moment, he already faced obstacles. Gwol noticed the subtle fear in his subordinates’ eyes.

They were not the ones who should feel fear. *They* were the ones who should inspire terror. But if this happened from the beginning, it was obvious that morale would plummet.

—They are few! Tear apart those insolent fools who dared to profane our sacred ground with their dirty feet!

A bestial roar echoed as the soldiers of the *Demon Cult* army charged towards Wei Yanho.

Wei Jeonghan and the others, who had just arrived above, upon seeing the scene, immediately reproached Wei Yanho.

—What did you do to make them already foaming with rage?!
—Oh, so what, do you want me to talk to them? “Hello, nice to meet you, I’m Wei Yanho!”?
—Do something, quick!
—Uff.

Wei Yanho shook his head from side to side and raised his sword again.

—Stick close to my back!

He felt the others approaching without questioning him.

In moments like this, at least they knew how to obey.

—We’ll blast a path with one blow and run out.

Before he finished speaking, they had already reorganized. Wei Yanho at the front, Musan and Peng Dogeuk on the sides, Jegal Munin in the center, and Jangil and Wei Jeonghan covering the rear.

—Let’s go! —Wei Jeonghan shouted, and the group advanced as one.

—Make way! —Wei Yanho’s sword released a huge wave of light. At the same time, Musan’s *Golden Fist* rose, and Peng Dogeuk’s *Crimson Sword* flew like the jaws of a demon.

—Ugh!

The soldiers of the *Demon Cult* army who were charging towards them hesitated at the terrifying scene. It wasn’t a matter of lacking courage. Anyone with a minimum of common sense knew that throwing oneself head-on against that surge of energy was suicide.

And Wei Yanho didn’t let that hesitation pass.

—Run!

In an instant, they accelerated.

The sword waves multiplied into dozens of beams of light, sweeping away the soldiers who blocked the path.

**KABOOOOM! KABOOOOM!**

A storm of energy was unleashed. Musan’s *Golden Fist* repelled the *Demons* that approached, while Peng Dogeuk’s sword techniques cut them down as if they were tofu.

It was something they couldn’t have achieved alone, but taking advantage of the gaps while Wei Yanho hogged the attention wasn’t that difficult. Furthermore, their skills had also grown exponentially since they met him.

—Don’t slow down! —Wei Jeonghan jumped and shouted while launching sword waves in all directions.
—Go ahead! Don’t worry about the rear, run!
—I’m not worried! —Wei Yanho lashed out at the wounded who blocked the path, kicking them mercilessly.

**PUM!**

With a sound like a drum, the *Demons* flew like balls without even having time to scream.

—Follow me! —Jegal Munin ordered, and everyone rushed to follow him.

Jegal Munin scrutinized the surroundings with a cold gaze.

He was the weakest in combat. The others could face a few *Demons*, but he was no match for even one. Only the *qinggong* training he had received from Patriarch Jegal kept him alive.

Did he feel frustrated by that?

Not at all.

Each person has their own strengths. In the *jianghu/martial world*, being weak is a great disadvantage, that’s true. But if you have other virtues that compensate for that weakness, then the latter doesn’t matter.

—Five steps to the left! Southwest! —Jegal Munin shouted.

Wei Yanho reacted instantly, without questioning or complaining. At that moment, he wasn’t the leader. When the leader gave an order, the subordinates only had to obey.

—Ram through!
—Uraaaaah! —Wei Yanho charged forward, knocking down everyone who stood in his way.

—Damn it!
—Kill him!

Jegal Munin’s face tensed.

*”They’re crazy.”*

Even to him, Wei Yanho’s power was insane. This was the *Demon Cult*, and those who blocked his path were their military force. In the past, they had caused incalculable suffering in the *Central Plains*.

The power of the troops surrounding them was enough to sweep away any minor sect in a day. And yet, Wei Yanho cut them down as if they were straw.

But they didn’t back down.

The more the number of fallen and dying increased, the more they launched themselves with looks full of ferocity.

*”So this is the Demon Cult?”*

He now understood why the *Central Plains* feared them so much. He understood the saying that, until you faced them, you couldn’t know what they were really like.

They were not common warriors.

Look.

If they had penetrated the enemy ranks and caused so many casualties in such a short time, by then the lines should have been disorganized and opened an escape route. But, instead, they closed even more.

When the head of the comrade next door flew off, it was natural to instinctively retreat. No matter how much one mentally prepared for death, the human body instinctively sought to survive.

But they didn’t back down.

The *Demons*, armed with their fanaticism, seemed to have no fear of death.

—Amitabha! —Musan’s *Golden Fist* struck a *Demon’s* chest. The *Morin Lion Spear*, the supreme technique of Shaolin, only offered one mercy: death.

**Slash!**

But they didn’t die easily. Even if their internal organs burst, they still brandished their swords. One of them managed to make a deep cut in Musan’s arm before falling with a satisfied smile.

—Ugh!

Peng Dogeuk was in the same situation.

His sword was sharp. His sword was powerful. But it was impossible to dodge all the attacks of those who kept fighting even after being cut in half.

His body was also covered in minor wounds.

Those in the back were no better off. In fact, they suffered even greater pressure than Musan and Peng Dogeuk. No matter how much the *Demons* knew no fear, they weren’t so stupid as not to realize how suicidal it was to face Wei Yanho head-on.

So they attacked from the rear. In an instant, the bodies of Wei Jeonghan and Jangil were soaked in blood, both theirs and the enemy’s, to the point that it was impossible to distinguish whose was whose.

—Lord! Go ahead!
—I know!

Wei Yanho advanced without hesitation.

If they delayed, they would be buried. The most dangerous thing about a siege is not when you are surrounded, but when your strength to break through decreases and your steps become slow. Then, the formation becomes a swamp that traps you.

Jegal Munin knew it all too well. He didn’t know who the enemy leader was, but he was someone intelligent. His only mistake was neglecting the front by concentrating on the rear.

*”The worst mistake he could make.”*

**ZUUUUUM!**

Wei Yanho’s sword shone.

The sword raised above his head was covered in a blinding light, as if a giant sun had appeared in front of them. Both the *Demons* and their allies turned their heads and closed their eyes.

It was a glow so intense that it could blind you if you looked directly at it.

The sun that rose from the ground spread forward.

—Make way!

The sun became a wave.

The sword waves swept away everything in their path like a torrent of mud, advancing without ceasing. Those who were caught didn’t even have time to scream.

**KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM!**

With a roar like that of a waterfall, the *Demons* who blocked Wei Yanho’s path were swept away.

—Run! —Jegal Munin shouted, and the group ran at full speed down the path that Wei Yanho had opened.

No one dared to stand in their way. Those who had been hit by the sword waves didn’t even leave intact corpses. Wei Yanho ran down the cleared path, as if it were a miracle.

—Wei Yanhoooooo!

At that moment, Gwol stood in their way.

He couldn’t let them escape.

No way!

Letting them go would be an unforgivable mistake, a shame that not even death could redeem.

—Even if I die, I won’t let you… —he whispered.

Then, his eyes met Wei Yanho’s.

Seeing that cold gaze, so empty that it didn’t reflect even a hint of emotion, Gwol’s body froze as if he had been submerged in ice.

*”What… what is this?”*

*”What kind of monster is this?”*

—Wei Yan… —he murmured.

**Slash!**

His last attempt to speak was cut short. A decapitated person cannot pronounce words.

Wei Yanho, after cutting Gwol’s neck with a single movement, kept running without looking back.

Gwol’s eyes, already separated from his body, saw Wei Yanho’s back moving away.

*”Sacred Flame…”*

The living would never know if, upon dying, he would join the *Sacred Flame* or simply disappear into nothingness. But if he joined it, he would take with him the image of Wei Yanho.

The image of his back, advancing without stopping.