Chapter 565

Chapter 565: The Lazy One Takes Action (5)

Death Demon silently observed Wei Yanho.

He had stopped. Until just a moment ago, he was running towards Wei Yanho with all his might, but without realizing it, his feet were already firmly planted on the ground.

A sense of discord.

A clear dissonance ran through his entire body.

His head slowly lowered.

His gaze fell on his chest, where his heart was.

There was nothing.

No wound.

Not on the clothes, not on the skin… not the slightest cut.

Seeing that intact chest, a wry smile appeared on Death Demon’s face.

*”He didn’t even cut me.”*

But he had.

Death Demon knew it. Wei Yanho’s cut had only severed his cardiac artery, leaving his exterior intact. The cut was so perfect that there wasn’t much bleeding yet, but soon a massive amount of blood would gush out from the severed artery.

And that would be the end.

He had never heard of anyone surviving after having their cardiac artery severed. No matter how much Death Demon had reached a level where he could control his body perfectly, he couldn’t reconnect a severed artery. All he could do was prolong the time until his death a little.

*”…How did he do it?”*

Death Demon’s eyes turned to Wei Yanho.

To that Wei Yanho who still maintained a slightly dissatisfied look.

Death Demon.

Despite having cut one of the strongest martial artists in the world and the leader of the Demon Cult, not even a hint of pride could be found on Wei Yanho’s face.

*”I just cut him.”*

*”You just cut him?”*

*”Yes. I just tried and it worked.”*

*”Hah…”*

Those were words that shouldn’t make sense.

But Death Demon understood them. Wei Yanho literally just cut. He had found the optimal trajectory to cut his heart, and at the perfect moment, he had wielded his sword with perfection.

In the instant that entire process unified, only the result of *”cutting”* remained.

What should this sword be called?

Sword of the Heart?

Or Invisible Sword?

Any name would do. After all, things like the Sword of the Heart or the Invisible Sword don’t have a defined form.

*”It seems he’s not even aware of it.”*

Death Demon let out a wry laugh as he looked at Wei Yanho.

Did he even know what he had just done?

Did he understand what it meant to have cut Death Demon’s heart with a single blow, separating everything else?

Death Demon shook his head.

Probably not.

That only had meaning for Death Demon.

Levels like the Sword of the Heart or the Invisible Sword only had value for Death Demon, who hadn’t reached them yet. What meaning would it have for Wei Yanho, who had already surpassed that stage and was heading to the next one, to know where his sword had passed?

Wei Yanho was already looking beyond. Not even satisfied with this stage, he was pursuing an even higher place.

*”Hah…”*

A suppressed laugh escaped.

Having dedicated his entire life to the martial arts, his end was nothing more than a passing stage.

Death Demon slowly opened his mouth.

*”Where are you heading?”*

*”Huh?”*

Wei Yanho replied with a confused expression.

But Death Demon wasn’t angry.

*”Where are you heading to still have that dissatisfied face?”*

*”Ah!”*

Wei Yanho scratched the back of his head.

*”I’m chasing a shadow, but I can’t seem to catch it.”*

*”A shadow…”*

Death Demon couldn’t help but laugh.

A shadow could mean many things. But in this answer, it could only mean one thing.

*”The world is vast.”*

Who would have imagined that there would be someone capable of making a monster like him despair over a shadow.

*”Not even with this sword can you reach it?”*

*”Well, it’s just…”*

Wei Yanho replied in a complaining voice.

*”It’s the first time I’ve achieved something like this, but I still feel like something is missing.”*

*”Oh, really?”*

That something was missing…?

Death Demon couldn’t help but let out a wry laugh.

That *”incomplete”* sword had cut his heart? A blow so overwhelming that it didn’t even allow him to think about counterattacking. And that blow was incomplete?

*”What a waste of life.”*

Blood began to gush from Death Demon’s mouth. The blood from the severed artery flowed, and the blood that had entered his wounded stomach began to regurgitate.

*”The Central Plains were always like this.”*

Every time you think you’ve surpassed them, someone new appears. Just when you think it’s enough, they become even stronger.

The repetition of history.

That disgusting history that repeats itself over and over again, and Death Demon was afraid of it.

*”You’re strong.”*

Wei Yanho nodded.

On another occasion, he would have taken the opportunity to mock him, but he couldn’t do it to someone who was dying.

*”But your strength will ultimately be useless.”*

The blood that gushed out soaked Death Demon’s chest.

It was evident that his life force was rapidly leaving him.

*”…You… are strong. But you can’t… defeat… that Being. No one in this world… absolutely no one… can stand before him…”*

Wei Yanho’s face tensed slightly.

He knew who Death Demon was talking about.

*”Has the Heavenly Demon really resurrected?”*

*”…Heavenly Demon.”*

Death Demon twisted his lips into a smile.

*”He… has not resurrected.”*

Death Demon coughed violently.

*”He… never died…”*

Plop!

One knee hit the ground. One hand supported himself on the ground. Barely managing to avoid falling completely, Death Demon laughed with a mocking laugh.

With his face completely stained red.

*”You’re strong… very strong. But that’s why… you’ll suffer more. If you weren’t strong… if it wasn’t like that, at least you could give up. But your strength will make you suffer!”*

Death Demon’s body slowly fell.

*”At least I won’t be bored watching it from hell.”*

Wei Yanho silently observed Death Demon lying on the ground.

Was it appropriate for a Bishop of the Demon Cult to curse until the end?

*”Malicious words.”*

Wei Yanho turned his head with a slightly somber face.

Killing someone is never something that gladdens the heart. Even if it’s someone who must die, someone you can’t let live, it’s no different.

*”Tsk.”*

It wasn’t over yet. It was too soon to sink into melancholy. Wei Yanho turned his head and took a step.

*”Cough!”*

In his field of vision appeared Poison Demon, groaning with his body bent in half.

*”…How?”*

Poison Demon’s eyes were full of horror and panic.

Unlike Death Demon, who had accepted that his opponent was stronger, Poison Demon couldn’t accept the situation at all.

Perhaps it was natural.

For a poison expert like Poison Demon, there was no opponent that his poison didn’t affect. At least, until now.

It could be resisted. The symptoms could be suppressed. Even expelling the poison with energy was possible. But an opponent that the poison didn’t affect at all couldn’t exist in this world. It shouldn’t exist.

And now, that being was in front of him. How could this shock be explained?

*”How?!”*

Poison Demon shouted in a voice full of rage and confusion.

But Wei Yanho remained unmoved.

*”How what?”*

*”How is it possible that you’re not poisoned?! What trick have you used?!”*

*”What things you say.”*

Wei Yanho shrugged.

*”My master told me: ‘If you’re stronger than the poison, the poison won’t dare to poison you.’ I guess I’m stronger than the old man’s poison.”*

Of course, that strength didn’t come entirely from Wei Yanho.

The reason why Wei Yanho wasn’t affected by the poison was the internal core of Baek Muhan, which didn’t allow any external force to penetrate his body. But Poison Demon, who didn’t know these details, couldn’t understand it.

*”Hah…”*

Poison Demon’s eyes turned red. He was so excited that the blood vessels in his eyes burst.

*”Wei Yanho, Wei Yanho… The one who could become the greatest enemy of the Cult. When I heard that assessment, I laughed at the Insane Demon.”*

Poison Demon chuckled.

*”The idiot who knew nothing was me.”*

Regret could be seen on Poison Demon’s face. His eyes saw Death Demon’s body, lying on the ground, cooling down.

*”Kekekeke.”*

Who would have imagined?

When he came here with Death Demon, he never thought he could die. He only wondered how quickly they could clean this place up and reunite with the main group.

They say life is unpredictable.

*”Is this my tomb?”*

Poison Demon gritted his teeth.

His heart, which was beating excitedly for the start of a great venture, was now cooling down.

No matter how much he thought about it, he saw no way to escape death. Wei Yanho seemed like a clueless fool, but his sword knew no mercy.

Wei Yanho, who had killed Death Demon with one blow, wouldn’t let him live. Even if Wei Yanho forgave him, the others wouldn’t.

Especially…

*”Master of Divine Abilities.”*

The eyes of the Master of Divine Abilities, who was watching him from afar, were extremely cold. Perhaps dying would be better. If he fell into his hands, he wouldn’t be able to live or die until he revealed all his information.

*”Damn you from the Central Plains.”*

Poison Demon slowly stood up.

Pah!

A venomous ray shot out from his extended fingers like lightning, heading towards Wei Yanho. This one, with an annoyed gesture, waved his hand to block it.

*”I told you it’s useless to insist.”*

*”…Hah.”*

That the poison in which he had invested his entire life was useless was a greater pain than facing death.

Poison Demon’s demonic expression slowly relaxed.

Wei Yanho’s eyes flashed with curiosity.

Poison Demon had the serene look of an enlightened monk, as if he had left everything behind.

*”You don’t understand.”*

His voice was calm.

*”How deep our resentment is.”*

*”…”*

*”How desperately we yearned for what you take for granted.”*

*”What are you talking about…?”*

*”Death?”*

Poison Demon spoke calmly.

*”The fear is not of death. It’s the anxiety of not being able to fulfill our mission, of our descendants suffering again in that barren land. Compared to that terror, death is nothing. Do you understand?”*

Wei Yanho narrowed his eyes.

*”This is already bothering me, so it’s better… “*

Wei Yanho’s words stopped.

He shuddered and couldn’t take his eyes off Poison Demon, his eyes wide open.

He was swelling.

Without a doubt.

Slightly, but without a doubt, Poison Demon’s body was swelling.

*”What… what are you trying to…?”*

*”Kekekeke!”*

Poison Demon’s face and body swelled. His veins protruded, and in an instant his entire body turned green.

*”You must also know it! Our pain! Our anger! For the Sacred Flame!”*

There was no time to react. Poison Demon’s body exploded. At the same time, a thick poisonous smoke spewed from his body, enveloping everything around him.

The green smoke filled the main hall of the Righteous Martial Alliance, expanding endlessly.