Chapter 564

## Chapter 564 – The Lazy One Proves His Worth (4)

“T-this… this…”

The Master of Divine Abilities opened his mouth like a fish out of water.

It was tilting.

The pavilion was beginning to tilt slowly. The main headquarters of the Righteous Martial Alliance, which boasted a millennia of history, was tilting irrevocably.

“This…”

He felt he had to say something, but the words wouldn’t come out. Along with the building, the heart of the Master of Divine Abilities was also tilting.

“Wow…”

“The headquarters is going to collapse.”

“Hey, this is amazing. First he sets the Demon Cult headquarters on fire, and now he’s collapsing the Righteous Martial Alliance. This bastard doesn’t discriminate. How amazing, amazing.”

The Master of Divine Abilities felt his stomach churning.

Do these guys have brains or not?

Is this the time to be saying such things when the main headquarters is about to collapse?

He felt a stiffness in the back of his neck.

‘No, that’s not it.’

The Master of Divine Abilities vehemently denied it.

Although the main building was important, in this situation, it wasn’t the time to worry about such things. He blinked several times and reevaluated the situation.

The bishops of the Demon Cult had invaded and were wreaking havoc in the Central Plains. What importance did a building have in comparison? The reason for his stupidity was simple:

‘There’s no sense of danger.’

Because the crisis didn’t feel like one.

Although two bishops of the cult had invaded, it was impossible to feel tension. If there were at least a sense of danger, he could feign concern, but since he didn’t feel it, he couldn’t help it.

And the origin of it all was that Wei Yanho.

“Ufff.”

Wei Yanho landed on the ground and rotated his neck. Around him, a green poisonous vapor rose like smoke before being completely absorbed by his body.

‘What exactly am I seeing?’

He had witnessed countless battles.

Among those present, only Wei Jeonghan had experienced more combat than him. He had always fought alongside masters of the level of the Supreme Sovereign and knew better than anyone how the strong fought.

But this was different.

The eyes of the Master of Divine Abilities couldn’t look away from Wei Yanho.

‘What kind of monster is he…?’

He was on another level.

It was ridiculous to say it, but there was no other way to describe it. Wei Yanho’s power transcended levels.

Who could show such divinity?

His opponents weren’t just anyone, but the bishops of the Demon Cult. And Wei Yanho was beating them like they were street thugs.

No matter how much he blinked, the scene didn’t change.

“He has become stronger.”

“We expected it, but this is already too much.”

“…Even if he is my son, this doesn’t make sense.”

“Amitabha, I think it’s time for me to reach Nirvana. He is definitely not human.”

Even Wei Jeonghan’s group showed expressions of disbelief.

“It can’t be…”

What the Master of Divine Abilities felt wasn’t surprise, but rather absurdity. Although he saw it with his own eyes, the scene was incomprehensible. What the hell was he witnessing?

“How…?”

In a cold analysis, the power of Death Demon was comparable to that of the Supreme Sovereign. Sure, twenty years had passed, so he must be even stronger. If Death Demon had wasted that time while the Supreme Sovereign trained, perhaps he would be weaker, but the position of Bishop of the Demon Cult wasn’t something that was maintained without effort.

In other words, Wei Yanho was fighting against two Supreme Sovereigns at the same time. And he wasn’t just defending himself; he was dominating them.

No, to be more vulgar, he was massacring them.

Was that possible?

His common sense was collapsing. He felt that all the rules of the world he knew were being shaken.

Of course, the Master of Divine Abilities knew it.

Sometimes beings appeared that broke with the established. Those who destroyed everything that was taken for granted and established a new order.

Those who left their name in history and revolutionized traditions.

The world called them heroes.

Chaotic times call for heroes. As chaos had begun, it wasn’t strange that a hero would appear. Perhaps it was even something expected.

But…

‘Why did it have to be him?!’

A hero! A true hero!

Why, of all people, did it have to be Wei Yanho?

Those who didn’t know him might celebrate the arrival of a new hero. But those who knew him could only react with discomfort.

Because they knew what Wei Yanho was like!

Look at him.

Even his own father frowns with a complicated expression!

Only Wei Yanho could provoke that reaction in his father while demonstrating his power!

‘Heaven is cruel.’

The Master of Divine Abilities looked at the sky with sadness. It was obvious that the martial world would reorganize around that guy.

There was no need to consider defeat: the martial world would cease to exist.

But if they won this war, the martial world would change under the name of Wei Yanho.

The name of Wei Yanho…

“It can’t be!”

“Eh?”

Wei Jeonghan responded startled when the Master of Divine Abilities grabbed him by the neck.

“This is all your fault.”

“Cough! Master! What are you doing?”

“For abandoning your home and wandering around, that brat grew up like this! What did you do, damn it?”

“…You used to say I was manly and daring for doing that…”

“When?!”

Wei Jeonghan lowered his gaze in silence.

He clearly remembered hearing it, but now those memories were worthless. Without power, he could only bow his head.

“Or at least you could have had normal children! What is that? Does it make sense?”

“…It’s not like I could control how they come out.”

“You should have controlled it!”

Wei Jeonghan closed his eyes.

Although the Master of Divine Abilities was being irrational, he understood his frustration. There was nothing more terrifying than an uncontrollable master with a terrible character.

And Wei Yanho’s character couldn’t even be described as “terrible.”

“Why…?”

The shoulders of the Master of Divine Abilities trembled slightly.

Wei Jeonghan felt genuine pity for him. In his place, he would have reacted the same.

“Did he find a thousand-year-old ginseng field in Xinjiang or something?”

“If there were something like that in Xinjiang, would the Central Plains still be standing?”

“Then what the hell happened?”

“…What do I know?”

“Don’t be irresponsible and explain it to me.”

“I really don’t know.”

Wei Jeonghan sighed.

“He stopped being under my control a long time ago.”

The Master of Divine Abilities released his neck.

“How did we get to this…?”

His gaze followed Wei Yanho’s back.

The back that now stood firm and upright.

“Hmm.”

Wei Yanho shook his hand as if he didn’t like something.

‘This isn’t it.’

In his mind was an imaginary line. He tried to follow it with his body, but he couldn’t replicate it perfectly. Superficially it looked similar, but it was different.

By a hair.

Just a hair of difference.

But that small margin was infinitely distant and difficult.

“Not even once!”

He felt oppression in his chest.

He didn’t expect to replicate his master’s abilities. He just wanted to imitate him for a moment, just once, but even that was difficult.

“Tch.”

Wei Yanho pursed his lips.

Great masters who have perfected their style imprint elegance and principle in every stroke, even without thinking. Those who have not reached that level cannot imitate them, no matter how hard they try. It may look similar, but it is different. No matter how many attempts there are, the same stroke will never come out.

So, he should abandon the copy and establish his own style. But how to give up that path when he had absolute perfection before his eyes?

Wei Yanho took a deep breath and lowered his sword.

‘I’m far.’

Very far.

So much so that he doubted if he would ever reach it.

“Ugh…”

A groan escaped his lips.

‘I don’t know if this is the right path.’

If a sparrow tries to follow a stork, it will break its legs. The difference between Wei Yanho and Baek Muhan wasn’t like that of a sparrow and a stork. Maybe more like a dragon and an earthworm?

Is it really the right path for an earthworm to try to become a dragon? Maybe it would be happier living modestly underground.

Even though the image of the dragon soaring through the skies tormented him.

“It seems possible, but…”

Wei Yanho raised his head after a deep sigh.

A penetrating aura emanated from him.

“Wow, they’re resilient.”

Any normal person would have burst ten times already. But, as if to prove that they hadn’t obtained their positions as bishops by luck, those guys kept getting up.

BOOOOM!

The main building exploded as something black launched towards Wei Yanho. He watched it and lowered his sword.

Shaking air.

A deafening rumble.

Stirred hair.

In the midst of the chaos, Wei Yanho’s eyes remained firm.

The first thing his master had instilled in him was an unshakeable mind, no matter the situation.

Everything that Baek Muhan had left in Wei Yanho was beginning to bear fruit at that moment.

“Grrraaaahh!”

Death Demon, with blood gushing from his mouth and nose, screamed with rage as he pounced. His crazed eyes and trembling hands showed his excitement.

Wei Yanho looked at him with eyes as cold as ice.

His sword.

The sword that hung at his side rose slowly.

It was a strange feeling.

Although he held the sword, he couldn’t feel its presence.

It wasn’t unity with the weapon, but something else. The feeling in his fingers was illusory, as if the sword disappeared.

But it didn’t matter.

Whether it was a sword, a club, or a blade.

There was only one path to follow.

—None of that matters. It could be a sword. Or not. You just need to be in the right place, at the right time. It doesn’t need to be fast or slow. Just embody that place, that moment, and that perfect force in your sword. If you achieve it…

His master smiles. With a magnificent smile.

—Your sword will be invincible.

The white sword descended.

Without bright flashes, without fierce momentum…

It simply fell, like the stick a child would wield.

Everything accumulated, everything built, everything suffered.

Everything was condensed into the sword before fading like a dream.

Everything mixed and slowly dissolved. As if it had never existed. As if tearing down in an instant what he had built with effort, Wei Yanho simply dropped his sword.

Even abandoning the desire to pursue.

He didn’t follow the path of his master’s sword. He created the sword that he considered most perfect.

In the moment he abandoned everything.

Wei Yanho’s sword traced the same path as his master’s. He didn’t achieve it when he tried, but by giving up, he understood it.

And that sword split everything.

The air, the earth, the buildings.

Even the heart of the demon who launched against Wei Yanho.

Everything was divided effortlessly.