Chapter 800: I Hope the Greatest Star in History Comes

TL: FoodieMonster007

The Black Elder hid in the darkness to buy time. It was a two-on-one fight. There was no need to engage in such a disadvantageous battle. As soon as the Dark Elder finished off the Demonic Buddha and returned, they would win this fight.

What if I and the Dark Elder were to focus our attacks on the Soul-Stealing Demon Supreme and eliminate her first? After that, I can summon the Nine Springs Corpse King with the Underworld Nine Springs Summoning Art and make it three against one. Then, tearing that detestable drunkard to shreds would be simple.

The problem was that the Dark Elder's fight dragged on.

What are you doing, unable to kill a single damn monk? Hurry up and get over here!

Fortunately, he was confident that while he used the Dark Shadow Stealth Art, no one could find him.

The Soul-Stealing Demon Supreme activated the Dark Night Opens Its Eyes, and the eye-shaped pattern engraved on the Drunken Demon's dagger flashed open.

The pupil moved about, searching for the opponent hidden in the darkness. The sight of the eye darting around looked incredibly bizarre.

Finally, it fixed its gaze on one spot.

The Drunken Demon didn't hesitate. He lunged toward that spot and slashed with his dagger.

SHWIIIIK!

Blood splattered through the dispersing black mist.

For a fleeting moment, the Black Elder's surprised face became visible, but he quickly hid himself once again with the Dark Shadow Stealth Art.

The pupil darted left and right again, and the Drunken Demon charged toward the spot where the pupil looked.

SHWIK! SHWIIK! SHWIK!

This time, instead of slashing, he thrust the dagger rapidly, more precise and faster than before.

SPLURT!

Blood splattered in the air again, but this time, there was a lot more than before.

Unable to use his protective enhanced qi while maintaining the Dark Shadow Stealth Art, the Black Elder was finally forced to reveal himself. Ultimately, his Dark Shadow Stealth Art had failed to evade the Soul-Stealing Demon Supreme's Dark Night Opens Its Eyes.

He looked down at the slash and stab wounds. The unpleasant sensation of blood trickling down his body made him curse loudly. "You son of a bitch!"

The Drunken Demon staggered forward like a drunkard, grinning foolishly. "When you're drunk, you're a dog. A dog."

Seeing his staggering form, the Black Elder launched a surprise palm technique.

SHWAAAAK! SHWAAK!

The Drunken Demon swayed and dodged the palm technique. It seemed impossible for a drunk to avoid such a swift surprise attack, yet he narrowly avoided it time and again.

Suddenly, he let out a bizarre scream and charged. It was a completely unpredictable attack.

"Keuk!" The Black Elder blocked the sudden assault by summoning skeletons, but the effort made him cough up blood. He had suffered internal injuries from hastily casting the Underworld Nine Springs Summoning Art.

The Drunken Demon charged forward and smashed the skeletons that had been so difficult to summon.

KWACK, KWADIDIDIK!

He punched and rammed them with his body. He shrugged off and dodged even when the skeletons grabbed him or swung their swords, and continued his charge.

"What a madman!" The Black Elder was not lacking in combat experience, but this was the first time he had been in a fight like this. He never expected his opponent to push forward so relentlessly.

The Drunken Demon wasn't taking his time. Unaware of the outcome of the battle between the Demonic Buddha and the Dark Elder, he had to end this fight as quickly as possible.

To his opponent, it looked like a truly reckless charge.

SHWAAAAAK!

The Black Elder launched a palm technique at the Drunken Demon's face, who was caught between the skeletons.

FWOOSH!

The palm technique dissipated in mid-air.

The Soul-Stealing Demon Supreme, standing behind, had fired a palm technique of her own to neutralize it.

Having missed a good opportunity, the Black Elder was furious. "You damned bastards!"

Finally, the Drunken Demon broke through the skeletons and rushed forward, giggling like a true madman.

SHWIIK!

The Black Elder grabbed the Drunken Demon's arm as he tried to stab with the dagger, but he grabbed back as if in a contest of strength.

PWAK! PWEOK!

The remaining skeletons struck the Drunken Demon's back, but he didn't seem to feel the pain and kept pushing forward.

Seeing his bloodshot eyes up close, the Black Elder felt the fear of death for the first time. If not for the Greedy Annihilation Art, he would have already been overpowered.

PWEOOOK!

Just then, the Soul-Stealing Demon Supreme's palm technique flew in and struck his face. If he had been even a moment late in raising his defensive enhanced qi, his entire face would have been blown off.

"You cowardly…"

BONK!

The Drunken Demon headbutted him without mercy.

The Black Elder couldn't regain his senses. A combined attack and a headbutt?

PWAK! PWEOK!

His nose was broken and blood trickled down his throat, but he had no time to check his injuries. He tried to create a variable somehow, but he couldn't handle their rough fighting style.

They should be acting leisurely, showing off their pride in their strength. They should be boasting a little, giving me time to think and look for an opening… so why!?

PWAK! PWEOK! PWAK!

The moment the the Drunken Demon felt the strength drain from the hand gripping his arm, he let go and slashed through the air.

PUKPUKPUK!

He stabbed the Black Elder's heart repeatedly with the dagger, showing no mercy. The moment the opponent's limp corpse fell to the ground, he spun around as fast as lightning and shouted, "Watch out!"

The body of the Black Elder with the stabbed heart wasn't real. It dissolved into black smoke, and the real Black Elder rose from behind the Thousand Flower Palace Chairwoman.

Just before his heart was stabbed, he had squeezed out his remaining inner arts to use one last technique, the Dark Shadow Shell Replacement Art.

The Black Elder grabbed the Thousand Flower Palace Chairwoman's neck from behind. "If you move even a single step, this bitch's neck will snap."

He intended to hold out like this until the Dark Elder returned. He simply couldn't handle a two-on-one fight.

Succeeding in taking the Thousand Flower Palace Chairwoman hostage, he felt a pang of regret. He should have done this before his body got so messed up.

The next moment, his eyes widened. The Thousand Flower Palace Chairwoman stood in front of him, looking at him.

For a moment, he was stunned. The person he had taken hostage was the Thousand Flower Palace Chairwoman, so why was she over there? Then who was he holding?

PEOONG!

The sound of something being pierced through erupted.

He felt a hollowness in his stomach and the sensation of something flowing out.

The moment he looked down at his stomach, he was overcome with shock. There was a gaping hole in his stomach.

The woman he was holding had launched a palm technique backward. The attack was from too close and completely unexpected, so he had no time to raise his protective enhanced qi.

The woman slipped from his grasp and slowly turned around. She wasn't the Thousand Flower Palace Chairwoman, but the Soul-Stealing Demon Supreme, even though he was sure he had gotten behind the Thousand Flower Palace Chairwoman.

"How?"

Finally, he understood. Back when he was fighting frantically with the Drunken Demon, the Soul-Stealing Demon Supreme had cast a soul-bewitching art on him.

Normally, he wouldn't have been caught by such an art, but with his severe internal injuries and having been headbutted, he was half out of his mind and fell for it.

His lips quivered. Just as he was about to use his last ounce of strength to hurl curses and insults at the Soul-Stealing Demon Supreme, these heartless Demon Supremes didn't even allow him that.

KWADIDIDIK!

A single streak of enhanced qi, resembling the Drunken Demon's usual appearance when drinking alone, descended upon him. It was the Second Cup of the Drunken Demon's unique martial arts, the Wine God Art, the Wine God's Drinks Alone.

The moment the enhanced qi struck the crown of his head, his entire body was shattered, and he died.

He had been the one who said he wouldn't leave the Soul-Stealing Demon Supreme with a single eye or limb, yet in the end, nothing was left of his own corpse.

The Soul-Stealing Demon Supreme turned and checked on the Thousand Flower Palace Chairwoman. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine. It's all thanks to you, the Soul-Stealing Demon Supreme." The Thousand Flower Palace Chairwoman bowed her head politely. "I won't forget this debt."

This wasn't an ordinary life-saving grace. The Soul-Stealing Demon Supreme had protected her without flinching, even when she herself was in a situation where she could have died.

However, the Soul-Stealing Demon Supreme gave the credit to Geom Mugeuk until the very end, saying, "I was only following the Young Cult Leader's orders."

HWAAAAAK!

Suddenly, in the place where the Demonic Buddha and the Dark Elder had disappeared, the faint shape of a giant, golden palm print appeared and then vanished.

"That's the Demonic Buddha's demonic palm," the Drunken Demon explained.

The Soul-Stealing Demon Supreme and the Thousand Flower Palace Chairwoman watched the spot anxiously.

A moment later, the Demonic Buddha and the Dark Elder appeared there… or rather, what fragments remained of the Dark Elder's corpse.

The Drunken Demon greeted, "You've worked hard!"

The Demonic Buddha looked at the remains presumed to be the Black Elder. "He must have made you two very angry."

"It's the opposite. We're the ones who made him angry."

The Demonic Buddha smiled. "You did well."

Now, the Darkness Palace Lord's two limbs, the Dark Elder and the Black Elder, had also met their end.

He reached out his hand and examined the dark energy flowing like mist.

"The energy of the Greedy Annihilation Art still hasn't diminished."

The Dark Elder, influenced by the Greedy Annihilation Art, was by no means an easy opponent. If the Darkness Palace Lord were to become even stronger because of this energy, the fight could become incomparably more difficult than the battles with the Black Elder or the Dark Elder.

This was no time to be drunk on victory.

"Let's hurry to the Young Cult Leader."

The Demonic Buddha took the lead and walked into the dark energy, followed by the two women.

The Drunken Demon walked at the very back. Little brother, I've saved the last drink for you!

Five people left the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult Headquarters. Geom Woojin led the way, flanked by the Fist Demon and the Poison King, with the Heavenly Wind Cult Leader and the Sword King at the outer ends.

If Geom Mugeuk had seen this, it was a sight he would never have let pass without exclaiming, "Father, you now have the strongest wings in the world!"

He would have undoubtedly said something like that.

The four people following the Heavenly Demon walked behind him in silence.

Soon, they entered the Demon Village. The place, which was always bustling, was now empty.

Geom Woojin stood in the middle of the road and looked at the street. It was impossible to guess what he was thinking as he gazed at the empty street with his deepened eyes.

Given the situation, the tension was extraordinary, and no one opened their mouth.

Geom Woojin, the Fist Demon, and the Poison King were naturally men of few words, and the Sword King was not one to speak unless asked in such a setting.

There was only one chatty person here.

The Heavenly Wind Cult Leader, whose mouth had been itching to talk since they left the Headquarters, finally couldn't hold it in any longer. "Maybe it's because of that tavern, but whenever I come to the Demon Village, I always think of the Young Cult Leader."

Geom Woojin groaned. "You've suffered a lot because of my son."

The Heavenly Wind Cult Leader was bewildered. Since he was in front of none other than the Cult Leader, he expected a reply like, 'Not at all, you know very well what a fine person the Young Cult Leader is, despite his young age,' so what was this answer?

He waved his hands dismissively and shook his head. "Phew, don't even mention it. Your son frustrated me so much. Back then, I wondered what great sin I must have committed in a past life."

Everyone there had experienced Geom Mugeuk, so a faint smile touched their lips. To them, he was the only person who could make them smile just by thinking of him.

Of course, the Heavenly Wind Cult Leader hadn't brought Geom Mugeuk up to speak ill of him. "But now, I'm grateful to the Young Cult Leader. If I hadn't been so frustrated back then, if I hadn't been jumping up and down in anger, I would still be living unhappily."

No, I might be feeling a sad joy by looking at a sacred object every day, while keeping Go Wol shackled.

His gaze deepened. "Thanks to the Young Cult Leader, I'm happy these days."

He looked at Geom Woojin. The Demonic Cult Leader was always a difficult and awkward person to deal with, but he really wanted to say this one thing.

"You raised your son well."

Geom Woojin looked at him and replied calmly, "It's because you see him in a good light."

Silence fell upon them again. Even after a long while, no one spoke.

In the end, the one to speak again was the Heavenly Wind Cult Leader. Everyone else was just so taciturn! He was certain that if it weren't for him, they could stand there all day, no, for a whole month, and no one would say a word. They look so stuffy and boring that even the approaching Celestial Killer Star would turn back!

But he couldn't bring himself to say such a thing in front of Geom Woojin.

"If that person really comes here, then this Celestial Killer Star will be a very unlucky Celestial Killer Star."

Everyone nodded in agreement, except for the Sword King.

"That might not necessarily be the case," he said. He would never have interjected if it were about something else, but this time he had a reason.

"Why do you think so?" the Heavenly Wind Cult Leader asked.

"It's because of the Young Cult Leader," the Sword King answered.

The Heavenly Wind Cult Leader tilted his head in confusion. "Aren't they saying that someone like the Young Cult Leader was born to stop the Celestial Killer Star that is appearing this time?"

"What if the heavens created a balance with the Young Cult Leader? If that's the case, then this Celestial Killer Star will be the greatest star in history."

The Sword King's words were a testament to how highly he regarded Geom Mugeuk. This was also why he had thought of Geom Mugeuk first when he heard the news of the Celestial Killer Star's appearance. At the same time, it was a chilling statement.

Geom Mugeuk was a Young Cult Leader unlike any seen before in history. If, as he said, this was a destined rival meant to create balance, it meant a truly terrifying enemy could be coming.

Geom Woojin snorted. "If what you say is true, then I will destroy that Celestial Killer Star with my own hands."

Everyone could feel the firm resolve in his words. They knew that in this moment, he was not speaking as the Heavenly Demon, but as a father.

"If what you say is true, then I hope the greatest star in history comes."

If fate truly created a balance, then the stronger the Celestial Killer Star, the greater a person his son would become.

Watching the Cult Leader reveal his feelings for his son like this, the Fist Demon could feel it. Many people had changed because of Geom Mugeuk, but the person who had changed the most was the Cult Leader. On the surface, it seemed he had changed the least, but he had changed the most, even more than himself.

"When the ominous star falls, the newborn star will shine even brighter," he added.

Geom Woojin nodded and exchanged glances with his old friend.

Let's kill him ourselves, without burdening Mugeuk.

Yes, Cult Leader.

It was not the gaze of a Cult Leader and a Demon Supreme, but of a father and a master.

The Heavenly Wind Cult Leader said cheerfully, as if to change the mood. "Young Cult Leader, your father is going through so much trouble, what are you doing and where are you?"

The one who responded to his words was the Sword King.

"The Young Cult Leader is… probably out there somewhere, frustrating someone to death."

Just as he did to the Heavenly Wind Cult Leader, and just as he did to me.