Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 169

Bang!

Wu Yuan, who had returned home to rest, was met with an unexpected visitor.

“What brings you here?”

Cai Kechang entered his house with a stiff expression.

‘What’s going on?’

It wasn’t just a stiff face.

A face that was tense and frozen.

It was a sight he had never imagined. Who would dare imagine that Cai Kechang, who could be called the ruler of Guangzhou, would show such a face?

But what he was seeing now was a clear reality.

Cai Kechang, unbelievably, opened his mouth with a pale face.

“Kneel…”

“Yes?”

“Kneel down.”

Wu Yuan’s face instantly hardened. Although their positions were incomparable, their relationship was not so subordinate that Cai Kechang could make such a demand of him so confidently.

“Hurry!”

But Cai Kechang’s urgent face was making Wu Yuan feel bewildered.

It didn’t seem like Cai Kechang was telling Wu Yuan to kneel to him. Then, who was he telling to kneel?

Thud, thud.

The sound of someone walking was heard.

Wu Yuan instinctively turned his head. Someone was approaching from a place he couldn’t see right now.

“Master Wu, kneel down! Quickly!”

At Cai Kechang’s urgent urging, Wu Yuan nodded and knelt on the spot.

When he heard Cai Kechang’s tone, which was more like a plea than an order, he could sense that the owner of the footsteps approaching was no ordinary person.

How many people could there be in the world who could make Cai Kechang, who belonged to the Martial Alliance, so terrified?

Swallowing hard, he quietly watched the door. The sound of footsteps grew louder and louder, and soon a man slowly walked into the room.

Wu Yuan’s eyes trembled.

‘What is this?’

It was someone he had never seen before.

But Wu Yuan couldn’t take his eyes off the man walking into the room.

How should he describe it?

A god of war?

If there was a god of war in this world, it would be the man who had just entered.

A physique that seemed twice as large as an ordinary person, eyebrows that seemed to be burning, slightly dark skin, and hair that flew wildly as if it had been scattered.

A crimson robe covering his entire body.

All of it combined to create a man who exuded a huge presence that one couldn’t dare to look at directly.

Wu Yuan had never seen the man before. But now, a legend was coming to Wu Yuan’s mind.

A story he had only thought of as a rumor.

The story of the three kings who ruled the Martial Alliance.

‘Ho… Hong King?’

It was said that one of the three kings who ruled the Martial Alliance was a god of war. Like a living giant prison.

Although it was clearly the first time he had seen him, Wu Yuan could not think of any other name than Hong King.

“Wu, of the Wu family, greets Hong King.”

Wu Yuan bowed deeply and respectfully. Hong King quietly looked at Wu Yuan and then opened his mouth.

“Who did you say you met?”

It was a heavy and dignified voice that matched his appearance.

But right now, Wu Yuan didn’t feel any of that.

‘He didn’t deny it.’

Even though he called him Hong King, the man in front of him did not deny it. That meant that this man was really the Hong King he had only heard rumors about, whose existence was even uncertain.

Wu Yuan’s body trembled with tension.

Why was such a big shot in his house right now?

“Did you say your name was Wu Yuan?”

“Yes? Yes! That’s right!”

“Answer me. Who did you say you met?”

Wu Yuan began to explain everything he knew. Although his tone was faltering due to tension, Hong King listened quietly without urging him.

“Hmm…”

When Wu Yuan’s explanation was over, Hong King let out a heavy sigh and reached out to touch Wu Yuan’s body.

As he received Hong King’s touch, which was exploring every corner of his body, Wu Yuan lowered his body without knowing why.

And at that moment.

Whoosh!

A storm-like force began to erupt from Hong King’s body.

“Ugh…”

Wu Yuan, who received the force head-on, could only convulse with difficulty, feeling suffocated and his heart shrinking.

A terrifying force that could never be thought of as human.

“Demonic Cult!”

A thunderous shout burst from Hong King’s mouth.

“Where is that brat now?”

Cai Kechang hurriedly lowered his head and answered.

“J-just now, according to what I found out, he has returned to Korea.”

“What!”

Hong King glared at Cai Kechang with blazing eyes.

“Cai Kechang!”

“Yes, yes!”

Thud!

Cai Kechang’s body was dented into the floor as if a giant had stepped on him.

“Ugh…”

Red blood began to flow like a waterfall from Cai Kechang’s mouth.

“I clearly told you to report anything related to demonic arts, no matter how trivial it may be, didn’t I?”

“I’m sorry…”

Cai Kechang desperately begged for forgiveness, forcing his mouth open, which was not opening well.

“Korea, you say?”

Hong King’s eyes began to burn.

“How many connections do we have in Korea?”

“…Following the Martial Alliance’s policy that such a small country is not worth paying attention to, our connections in Korea are not that extensive.”

“Hmm.”

Hong King’s face contorted.

He wanted to go to Korea himself right now, but it was not the right time to leave his position.

“Select someone to dispatch to Korea.”

“Hong King, why are you paying attention to such a trivial matter?”

“Trivial?”

Hong King gestured to Wu Yuan. Wu Yuan, as if possessed, got up from his seat and approached him.

Rip.

As Wu Yuan’s top was torn off and his bare skin was revealed, Cai Kechang’s eyes widened.

The entire upper body was dyed black.

The flesh had died.

“H-how?”

According to Wu Yuan, he had only been hit once. But how could his body become like that?

“This is demonic art.”

“B-but demonic art…”

“The demonic art you know is just a piece of trash that is not even half of the real thing. The one who inherited the essence of demonic art directly deals with death.”

He couldn’t fully understand what he meant, but he could feel how powerful the true demonic art was.

“With this level of power, it can be said that the martial arts of the past Demonic Cult have been revived.”

“Did you say Demonic Cult?”

Hong King frowned as he looked at Cai Kechang, who was tilting his head. But it was natural that the Demonic Cult was an unfamiliar term to them.

‘If it’s just a descendant of the Demonic Cult, there’s no need to worry. But what if one of the leaders of the Demonic Cult has returned?’

If the martial arts of the Demonic Cult, which had existed in the past, were to be released into the world again, the world would once again be plunged into endless chaos. That was something that had to be stopped at all costs.

“Find him. It doesn’t matter if it’s in Korea or anywhere else. Find out who he is, what kind of life he is living, and report everything to me.”

“Yes!”

As Cai Kechang bowed deeply, Hong King turned and left the room.

‘I need to convene a meeting.’

This was not something he could handle alone.

The thought that this might be a sign that the peace of the past was coming to an end made Hong King’s body tremble slightly.

‘I smell blood.’

Whether the opponent is a returnee or not, anyone who possesses this level of demonic art must be a very violent and domineering person. Historically, those who have reached the pinnacle of demonic arts have all been known for their volatile nature.

Hong King licked his lips.

A subtle excitement enveloped him.

“Hehehe, those peninsula bastards are going to have a hard time.”

* * *

“…Sir, is there anything wrong?”

At the flight attendant’s words, Jo Gyu-min waved his hand.

“Ah, no, it’s nothing.”

“Would you like a glass of cold water?”

“Would you?”

“We also have cold wine and beer available.”

Jo Gyu-min was lost in thought.

‘Wouldn’t it be easier to just drink and pass out?’

Goo…ooo.

Jo Gyu-min, who glanced at the seat next to him, closed his eyes tightly and said.

“Something strong…”

“Excuse me? Sir, could you please repeat that?”

“I don’t care about the taste, just give me the one with the highest alcohol content.”

“Yes.”

Watching the flight attendant walk away, Jo Gyu-min let out a low sigh.

Kang Jin-ho was currently emitting a low pressure all over his body.

Kang Jin-ho, who was already furious at the news of Kang Eun-young’s dating scandal, completely lost it when he was told that the two swords classified as weapons could not be brought onto the plane.

‘I can’t believe he doesn’t have a sword permit.’

And yet, he didn’t know what kind of guts he had to try to bring two such terrifying swords to Korea.

After Jo Gyu-min persuaded him several times that he would leave them at the branch and bring them over later, Kang Jin-ho reluctantly agreed to leave the two swords behind.

‘Are those swords something special?’

If they were just simple antiques, Kang Jin-ho wouldn’t be so attached to them. Kang Jin-ho is not interested in money or possessions.

And if he needed a sharp sword, the swords made with modern science would be much sharper and better. Kang Jin-ho wouldn’t be unaware of that, so the fact that he was so attached to them meant that there must be some story behind those swords.

“How much longer until we get to Korea?”

“We’ll be there in another hour or two.”

“I see.”

Kang Jin-ho nodded heavily.

Jo Gyu-min let out a low sigh as he watched Kang Jin-ho close his eyes and sink into his seat.

‘I hope that idol guy isn’t really dating Se-ah…’

The man in front of him seems to think he’s very cool, but in Jo Gyu-min’s eyes, he was excessively petty in certain areas.

Especially when it came to family or those he considered his own, he tended to be overprotective. The most prominent example of this was the part related to Kang Eun-young.

If that pretty boy was really dating Kang Eun-young, what would happen?

“…”

Jo Gyu-min shook his head after imagining it.

‘That shouldn’t happen!’

In the future, several times more manpower might be mobilized for Kang Eun-young’s security. Kang Eun-young is already under excessive protection, and if someone is watched like that, they would suffocate and develop panic disorder.

Jo Gyu-min quietly picked up his phone.

‘It’s a good world that there’s Wi-Fi on the plane.’

Jo Gyu-min quietly searched for articles without catching Kang Jin-ho’s attention. He had already contacted the agency, but all he heard was that Kang Eun-young was not answering her phone.

Jo Gyu-min entered the entertainment section and widened his eyes at the main article.

– The Voice’s Jun-young. Good brother-sister relationship with Kang Se-ah. Getting to know each other.