Chapter 147: Who on Earth Did You Join Hands With?

TL: FoodieMonster007

"I refuse," the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon said firmly.

"Do you dare disobey your Sabaek?"

His shameless tone revealed his character. He had just tried to kill the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon with villains from the Valley of Evil, yet he spoke without any remorse.

"What's so great about this stupid mask!" Yang Cheogi shouted, ripping off his mask.

He revealed a wrinkled, ugly face. It contrasted sharply with the handsome face the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon had before my regression.

"Take it off, now!" Yang Cheogi demanded.

"I refuse."

"Right, you've always ignored me."

The Extremely Evil Smiling Demon's relationship with his master must have been good. He only obeyed his Sabaek so obediently because the man was his master's Senior Brother.

"The moment my junior brother died, you lost the right to wear that mask," Yang Cheogi said.

"What do you mean?"

"You were only part of the White Mask Sect when your Master could defend you. You are no longer of the White Mask Sect. I will excommunicate you."

The Extremely Evil Smiling Demon learned his martial arts at the White Mask Sect, an unorthodox sect. He later joined the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult through the God of War and became the Demon Supreme. Becoming the Demon Supreme was his master's dream, a dream the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon achieved when his master could not. I learned all this from the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon before my regression.

"You can't cast me out on your own authority, Sabaek."

"Shut up!" Yang Cheogi roared, his body radiating killing intent.

This was not a bluff meant to intimidate. It was a genuine resolve to kill.

"Well, after killing the Sword Emperor, you wouldn't be afraid of this old Sabaek, would you? When I first heard you two killed the Sword Emperor, I couldn't believe it. I thought something must have been wrong with the Sword Emperor, but you walked out perfectly fine. I suppose he was at his best after all."

Despite his words, Yang Cheogi showed no fear. He clearly had an ace up his sleeve.

"You're his Sabaek. Why are you trying to kill the Smiling Demon?" I asked.

The Extremely Evil Smiling Demon answered calmly, "My Sabaek's dream was to be the Evil Alliance Chairman. He resents me because he thinks I'm the reason he failed."

"Of course it's because of you!" Yang Cheogi screamed. "My dream was crushed because of you, bastard! A Demon Supreme and an Evil Alliance Chairman can't come from the same sect!"

He blamed the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon for his failure to become the Evil Alliance Chairman. He had nurtured that resentment for a very long time.

"You couldn't do a thing when Master was alive," the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon said. "But now that he's gone, you act like this."

"Shut up! I only tolerated you because a restriction trapped you in the Demonic Cult! It had nothing to do with my junior brother!"

Yang Cheogi had been a loser his entire life. In his youth, he tried to become the Demon Supreme and joined the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult through the God of War, but he failed to adapt and was essentially kicked out. He wanted to lead the White Mask Sect, but the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon's Master inherited that position. Even his dream of becoming the Evil Alliance Chairman went unfulfilled. He lived a life of dreaming far beyond his abilities.

"How pathetic," I said. Both the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon and Yang Cheogi stared at me.

"You blame others and use them to try and kill someone. It's truly pathetic. How is the Smiling Demon at fault for your unhappiness? You ruined your own life by blaming everyone else."

A cold killing intent poured from Yang Cheogi, but I continued speaking my mind.

"Was it really because a Demon Supreme came from your sect that you couldn't become the Evil Alliance Chairman? I think that's just an excuse. If you had shown the right qualities and abilities, you would have earned the position. Isn't that just an excuse you made up?"

Yang Cheogi could not refute my words.

"With such a petty heart, you would have made a mess of the Evil Alliance. You would have been assassinated by your own people. You shouldn't resent the Smiling Demon, you should thank him. Repeat after me. Thank you for saving my life. Thank you, Smiling Demon!"

Yang Cheogi's gaze grew chillingly calm. I felt his resolve to kill me no matter what. I had clearly struck a nerve.

I stared into his eyes, which tried hard to hide their shame. "That's not the only reason you're trying to kill the Smiling Demon, is it?"

Yang Cheogi flinched. The Extremely Evil Smiling Demon, standing beside me, asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"A petty man like him always puts his own interests first. He wouldn't risk his life for revenge. Who did you join hands with? What did they promise you? Did they say they'd grant your final dream?"

Yang Cheogi could not deny it. "This young brat has quite a sharp tongue. The future of the Demonic Cult is bright!"

His shame turned to anger, which he directed at the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon. "I hear you became the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon in the Demonic Cult? Let's see just how extremely evil you really are."

Yang Cheogi snapped his fingers. Hidden figures emerged one by one from the shadows. Dozens of masked people appeared, all of them disciples of the White Mask Sect.

"Now, go on," Yang Cheogi taunted. "Try and kill all your sect's Senior Brothers and junior brothers."

I was shocked. I never imagined he would stoop so low.

These people were not here to kill us. They were here to torment the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon. I could not see their ages behind the masks, but their qi revealed many young masters among them.

What choice will the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon make?

If they charged, I would have to act. This was the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon's sect, even if it was unorthodox. Could he kill his own people freely? How would the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon respond?

I glared at Yang Cheogi. He was the absolute evil I spoke of. He was not someone who made an unavoidable choice, but a malicious man who intentionally broke another's spirit. He used his own sect's disciples as sacrificial lambs without remorse. You will definitely die by my hand.

Just then, the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon spoke in a booming voice. "My Senior Brothers, junior brothers, Senior Sisters, junior sisters, and martial nephews, listen! I may have left our sect for the Divine Cult, but I am the head disciple of the late Sect Leader. He never excommunicated me, so as a rightful disciple of the White Mask Sect, I command you. All of you, stand down!"

The disciples of the White Mask Sect exchanged uncertain glances.

Yang Cheogi shouted, "What are you all doing? Kill them, now!"

The Extremely Evil Smiling Demon shouted even louder. "The great sinner Yang Cheogi will die here today for using the sect's disciples for his own greed. So, stand down!"

"I said, kill them!"

At that moment, someone fired a finger qi bullet.

"……"

The Extremely Evil Smiling Demon twisted his body to dodge. The attack was not meant to kill, only to warn.

"Senior Brother!" the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon cried out, recognizing the attacker in a single glance.

"You recognize me?"

"How could I not?"

Their gazes locked, filled with memories and a longing for their childhood.

"Senior Brother, please take the disciples and leave," the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon pleaded.

"I can't disobey the Sabaek's command."

"The Sabaek has already betrayed the sect. Can't you see he's using you and the other disciples as cannon fodder after joining the Valley of Evil?"

They had heard my earlier conversation with Yang Cheogi, so they understood the situation.

"This fight has only two outcomes," the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon continued. "You either die fighting me, or you kill us and the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult annihilates our sect. Is that what you want, Senior Brother? To lead everyone to their deaths?"

Yang Cheogi screamed at them to kill us, but the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon and his Senior Brother only stared at each other in silence.

"That old man will die by my hand for trying to ruin our sect with his seniority. Don't worry, just go back. You know what kind of person I am, don't you?"

"I do. My junior brother always kept his word."

"Let's meet again, Senior Brother."

The Extremely Evil Smiling Demon's Senior Brother shouted to the disciples, "We're leaving!"

The disciples of the White Mask Sect followed him and leaped away.

I was genuinely impressed. The Extremely Evil Smiling Demon had handled the situation with calm authority. I saw a new side of him.

To resolve this without any sacrifices. This is the coolest I've seen the Smiling Demon since we met.

Finding it cool that the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon didn't shed blood? That feels a bit strange.

I wondered if he was changing after meeting me.

"Useless bastards!" Yang Cheogi fumed.

The Extremely Evil Smiling Demon spoke mockingly. "It seems I'm more blessed with Senior Brothers than our Master was."

"Shut up!"

I added to Yang Cheogi's irritation. "They left because they dislike you. They only came because they were forced to obey. They must have disliked you a lot to listen to the Smiling Demon, who left the sect long ago. They knew you were dragging them to their deaths just because you're an elder. It would be best for you to die here today."

Yang Cheogi sneered. "Did you think I'd face you alone after you killed the Sword Emperor? You've waited long enough. Weird Demon, please come out now."

A person emerged from a building across the street. He was an old man who had not aged gracefully. His wrinkled face was wicked, and his eyes were filled with killing intent.

The name 'Weird Demon' startled me.

He was a demonic practitioner who had learned demonic art but did not belong to our Cult. He was famous for a killing spree that led our Cult and the Murim Alliance to form a joint extermination squad to kill him. He vanished after that, but now he had reappeared.

I asked Yang Cheogi, "Who on earth did you join hands with? Who did you ally with that even the Weird Demon would show up?"

Before I got an answer, the Weird Demon stepped forward with a cold gaze. "Show up? This brat has a nasty way of speaking. Is that what your father taught you?"

He's mentioning parents in a situation like this? And Father, of all people?

"This is why old jianghu have less of a place in the murim. Old men like you act so shamelessly. You came here to kill us, and you expect courtesy? Fine, I'll show you courtesy. Greetings, Senior. Please cherish our bond as fellow demonic practitioners and spare this junior! Now, are you going to spare me?"

The Weird Demon could not answer. One of his eyes twitched.

"So cut the crap about courtesy. Where did you suddenly pop out from and what the hell are you doing?"

I deliberately provoked him. They were here to kill us anyway, so provoking him gave me an advantage. In a battle between masters, emotional involvement is always a weakness. He mentioned Father for the same reason, to get a rise out of me.

Yang Cheogi said to the Weird Demon, "Break every bone in his body. Let's see if he's still so arrogant then."

"It's a bother," the Weird Demon replied. "Get a good look at him now. He'll disappear without a trace in a moment."

Their personalities were wretched, but their martial arts were near the level of the Sword Emperor Baek Manggi. Facing one would be difficult. Facing two would not be an easy task.

It was at that very moment.

CLANG, CLANG.

The sound of chains echoed from somewhere.

I turned to see a sturdy man appear. He dragged a blood-red chain that was wrapped around his wrist and hung to the ground.

"The Chainman!"

He was a villain who had once terrorized the murim. Countless masters had died, their bodies torn apart by his red chain. His presence was just as powerful as the Weird Demon's.

My heart sank. Facing the first two was already a difficult task. Now that the Chainman had appeared, we were at an absolute disadvantage.

I sighed and said to the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon, "This is all my fault."

"What do you mean?"

"Elder Blood Heaven Blade Demon told me I would stir up storms and awaken reclusive masters. I just didn't expect to meet the Weird Demon and the Chainman here."

"This time, I think I'm the one who woke them up, not you, Second Young Lord."

"Then please take the stronger one, Smiling Demon."

The eyes behind the mask smiled, seeing I could still joke. It was the worst possible situation, but being with the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon strangely reassured me.

"Oh, before that, I should ask this first."

I looked at Yang Cheogi. "Which one are you going to team up with for a combined attack?"

I said it, of course, to prevent him from joining the fight at all.

Yang Cheogi laughed leisurely. "You don't have to provoke my pride. I won't step in. I want a good look at our Second Young Lord's face and body before they become a bloody mess and disappear."

Since the Weird Demon intended to face me, the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon's opponent was naturally the Chainman.

I thought it worked out well. Both the Weird Demon and the Chainman were formidable, but I had predicted that the Weird Demon was slightly stronger.

I looked at the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon.

I did not ask if he was confident. That would have been an insult to the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon. I maintained my composure.

"Let's bet on who kills their opponent first," I said.

At my words, the Weird Demon laughed. The Chainman laughed. Yang Cheogi laughed too.

"The Smiling Demon isn't even doing anything, so I don't know why those guys are laughing their asses off."

Only then did the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon laugh. Finally, I laughed too.

I drew my sword and let it hang at my side. The Extremely Evil Smiling Demon lightly flicked the blade of the Black Demon Sword with his finger.

TING!

I heard the clear metallic sound, a sentiment from the Extremely Evil Smiling Demon to fight well. I walked forward into the most difficult battle since my regression.