Descent of the Demon Master

Chapter 739: Colliding (4)

'What about Kang Jin-Ho?!'

While everyone's attention chased after Vator and the escaping demonic cultivators, Cai Kechang urgently ripped his gaze away to stare at Kang Jin-Ho instead.

Although his attention had been briefly stolen away, Cai Kechang never forgot who he must never lose sight of during tonight's event. However...!

'He didn't move?'

Kang Jin-Ho was still standing on the roof of that black van, leisurely smoking away. As if what was happening before his eyes had nothing to do with him!

'What the...!'

Cai Kechang's expression crumpled. A wave of irritation washed over him for some reason.

It was true that he let himself get distracted by Vator. He knew he must never lose sight of Kang Jin-Ho even if a volcano erupted right next to them, yet the shocking turn of events got the better of him. That was why Cai Kechang urgently shifted his gaze, but Kang Jin-Ho just stood there as if he had zero plans to move.

It felt like Cai Kechang got played just then.

Of course he knew. He knew it was all in his head. That didn't mean he felt less angry about dancing on Kang Jin-Ho's palm like an idiot.

Cai Kechang snarled in anger. "You... You bastard!"

"S-sir! They are running away! Those bastards are getting away, sir!"

"I know already!" Cai Kechang angrily yelled at his subordinate.

Demonic cultivators were crazily charging through the opening Vator had created. They ran as if there was nothing to see here. Cai Kechang's brain rapidly rowed through its gears, helping him quickly make up his mind. "Let them go!"

"B-but, sir!"

Cai Kechang didn't bother to respond and held his breath instead.

'We can't stop them, anyway!'

Having numbers on your side meant power. Cai Kechang knew that fact all too well. Vator's powerful punch had broken through the barricade, allowing countless demonic cultivators to slip past the defensive line and reach the pier in the distance. In such a situation, should Cai Kechang send his men to give chase?

'No, that's unrealistic.'

They could stop the demonic cultivators from fleeing. However, stopping every single one would still be impossible. After all, having greater numbers was power, now wasn't it?

However, was there a need to stop them in the first place?

'You can't do anything by reaching the pier, anyway.'

Cai Kechang had already prevented any ships from docking on the pier. The only thing greeting them after running over there would be an empty ocean. Cai Kechang didn't know what these demonic cultivators were scheming, but it'd never be fulfilled.

Not only that, but...!

Cai Kechang locked his glare on Kang Jin-Ho. "Tell everyone to turn around!"

"Sir?"

"Ignore all of them. Whether it's Vator or the demonic cultivators, just ignore them all!"

"But, sir?"

Cai Kechang's eyes became even more bloodshot.

'You bastard!'

He got blindsided. If this battle was about stopping these demonic cultivators from fleeing the country, it was safe to say Cai Kechang had failed. In fairness, though, who could have guessed that reckless kamikaze-like ramming of the barricades was actually all carefully planned? No one would've thought about defending the area behind the fiercely burning wreckage.

In terms of strategy, Cai Kechang had lost. And he knew that better than anyone here. An unmistakable sense of humiliation burned his heart. And then, this rage powerful enough to make his entire body shudder swallowed him whole.

Still, losing didn't mean he had lost this battle. Because, he got to learn something new.

Whether the demonic cultivators managed to escape or not was irrelevant now. Actually, no one cared if they all slipped past. Their fate didn't matter at all in the grand scheme of things.

Cai Kechang chewed his words out. "Send the word out to the Vermilion Blood Squad. I don't care if those demonic cultivator bastards get away. I don't care what those small fry insects do. We are here to kill Kang Jin-Ho! As long as he's dead, it will be... our victory!"

Indeed! They only had to kill Kang Jin-Ho in this place.

The demonic cultivators and the Korean Martial Assembly posed a threat to the Crimson King's faction because of Kang Jin-Ho's presence. As long as Kang Jin-Ho was removed from the picture, those factors would be nothing more than some weaklings that could be easily destroyed at any time Cai Kechang wished.

'You made a fatal mistake, Kang Jin-Ho!'

This strategy from Kang Jin-Ho was truly excellent. But it freshly reminded Cai Kechang just how threatening Kang Jin-Ho really was.

"And tell those idiots to stop messing with Vator! We must kill Kang Jin-Ho! Focus on Kang Jin-Ho!"

"S-sir?!" Yu Zihao gasped out in shock. 'Chief Administrator Cai Kechang has lost his reasoning!'

The usual ice-in-his-veins Cai Kechang was nowhere to be found right now. The warriors from the Crimson King's faction present in this place numbered almost one thousand. Yet Cai Kechang wanted to deploy all those proud warriors to attack one man?

Wasn't that command far too nonsensical?

"Please calm down, sir!"

"Did you say calm down to me?" Cai Kechang shot a glare at Yu Zihao.

When those cold eyes burrowed sharply into Yu Zihao's face, he couldn't say anything and just stood there.

'Hang on, he was rational all along?'

To say Cai Kechang was too agitated to issue rational commands, his eyes were far too cold and sharp.

"I'm completely rational, Yu Zihao!"

"..."

"We will have no future if we fail to kill that bastard tonight!" Cai Kechang growled menacingly. "Do whatever it takes to kill him! Don't waste your energy on other things."

"U-understood, sir!"

"Get a move on, you moron!"

"Y-yes, sir!" Yu Zihao hurriedly dashed away.

Cai Kechang resumed glaring murderously at Kang Jin-Ho.

'I will never let you walk out of here alive!'

Cai Kechang bet his everything to make that resolution come true!

***

Chang Min grimly called out. "My liege!"

"Mm!" Kang Jin-Ho nodded while studying the rapid march of the demonic cultivators breaking through the barricades.

'Things are working out as planned for now.'

They succeeded in breaking through the defensive line. The problem was with all those people escaping through there. Even if they were all martial artists, with so many people to move... This operation's scale was still extraordinary.

Kang Jin-Ho glanced at Chang Min. "Get the elders into positions."

"Yes, my liege!" Chang Min nodded, then gestured briefly, prompting the elders to quickly sprint ahead. They spread to either side of the stream of humans, then stood around Vator as if to assist him.

"Keep running, you fools! Don't look back and run!"

"You better go through me or else!"

Elders unleashed their demonic qi to counter the attacking martial artists from the Crimson King's faction emitting thick bloodlust.

Kang Jin-Ho narrowed his eyes. "Hmm..."

"My liege! Then, I should also...!" Chang Min enthusiastically raised his voice.

"No." Kang Jin-Ho firmly shook his head, prompting Chang Min's excitedly quivering body to freeze. "Your role is over there."

Chang Min followed Kang Jin-Ho's pointing finger with his eyes and discovered a group of warriors from the Crimson King's faction that hadn't started attacking yet.

Kang Jin-Ho flatly muttered, "Go and create havoc."

"I shall obey!" Chang Min roared, jet-black demonic qi immediately gushing out as soon as he did so.

Paaaaht!

Chang Min's figure dashed forward like a streak of black meteor.

"S-something's coming!"

Anyone with eyes could tell that someone dangerous was rapidly approaching them just from Chang Min's force reminiscent of a shooting star!

The martial artists' complexion paled as the prospect of facing Chang Min rapidly closed in.

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!

Chang Min descended among the crowd and instantly blew away dozens of enemies.

"Ku-hahahahaha!"

Chang Min roared in maddened laughter as if his insanity had taken over his senses. He blew away and crushed anything and everything coming in contact with his hands. The formation of the martial artists instantly broke down like a flock of sheep scattering away after a starving wolf jumped in the middle.

Chang Min faithfully executed Kang Jin-Ho's command of creating havoc. And that caused the martial artists to stand still for a moment in sheer shock.

Confusion! Yes, that was the best way to describe this situation. These cats, thinking they were here to hunt mice, were now thrown into disarray when a tiger suddenly leaped out from the nest of weak-looking rats!

"DIE!" Chang Min roared as eerie crimson streaks of light gushed out from his eyes. He cut such a terrifying figure that the martial artists got scared of seeing him in nightmares! When someone that frightening was unleashing so much demonic qi like that, how could anyone with a pulse put up a brave front?

"W-what the fuck is up with that old bastard?!"

"Was there someone like that among demonic cultivators?!"

Flustered and terrified!

The run-of-the-mill martial artists of the current era didn't hold a speck of fear toward the demonic cultivators. Every single demonic cultivator they had encountered so far was all filthy and trash-tier, after all. As such, the absolute majority of them failed to understand the pervading wariness of the older generations.

It was a small wonder why they panicked so much.

The crazy-looking old man obviously targeting their lives was far too strong and vicious to be a demonic cultivator! The regular martial artists were easily overwhelmed by Chang Min's approaching figure.

His hand turned pitch-black from all the demonic qi coursing through his meridians, and rapidly shot out to grab the white neck of his next victim.

CRUNCH!

The sound of a human neck breaking sharply registered in everyone's hearing.

What a quick and clean death that was! One where the victim didn't need to feel the burden of the weight of the word, death!

"You insect-like bastards!" Chang Min roared as eerie light burned in his eyes. His appearance and behavior were truly vicious and cruel, which was far removed from when he was speaking to Kang Jin-Ho and lacked the benevolence of when he was around the demonic cultivators. However, that shouldn't come as a surprise.

Demonic cultivators might lament their sorrow, but their rage could never be as deep and vicious as Chang Min's. He had to sit back and witness the fall of the demon cult for a long, long time. And he even experienced first-hand how the orthodox faction martial artists persecuted the demon cult believers.

If rage toward the orthodox faction was the yardstick, no one would dare raise their head in front of Chang Min. And now, his accumulated rage could finally erupt to his heart's content!

"I shall kill every single one of you!"

More demonic qi flooded out of his figure. And this demonic qi was markedly different from what the orthodox martial artists were familiar with. The black energy that instinctively roused the feeling of repulsion from how thick and ominous it was spread all around the surroundings.

***

"Hmph!"

Vator snorted derisively while glancing at Chang Min.

'And that's why you keep getting persecuted.'

Since time immemorial, a person's appearance was important. What about a person's heart, then?

'Of course that's important, too.'

However, knowing what a person was like inside was like an in-depth job interview. Without going through the process of examining the job candidates' personal histories first, the hopeful couldn't even get that opportunity.

Besides, humans had no way to see what was in a person's heart, anyway. To make matters worse, humans didn't even know what was in their own hearts, to begin with! In that case, how were they supposed to evaluate other people?

In that sense, Chang Min was perfectly demonstrating the reason why the demon cult and its believers were persecuted and shunned all this time.

'It's like watching a devil that has entered our world.'

Vator tutted inwardly at the monster... no, Chang Min, busy emitting pitch-black demonic qi and running around here and there like a madman while crimson streaks of light gushed out of his eyes.

After taking one look at that spectacle, who would hold a positive opinion of the demon cult?

Calling it a heretical cult intruding on the world of men would also be undeserving. If modern-era people saw Chang Min right now, they'd obviously clamor for the army to be mobilized and destroy that crazy monster!

A bitter smirk suddenly formed on Vator's face.

'And I'm a... friend to such a cult, aren't I?'

Even though he didn't want that to happen!

He genuinely didn't want this result, but what choice did Vator have other than to accept his fate? This was what Kang Jin-Ho wanted, after all.

"In that case, I should at least...!"

Vator's fist, pulled far back until then, explosive punched forward. The surrounding air was compressed by his powerful punch before explosively bursting forth.

KA-BOOOOOM!

It was only a punch, yet that was enough to create an explosion of air particles. Vator watched the martial artists getting blown away like kites with their strings cut, then smirked deeply.

"...I shouldn't lose to that old fart in terms of achievements, then."

Rumble! Wuuuooong!

Vator roused up his own qi, then charged forward like a streak of lightning.

"E-evade!"

The response from the orthodox martial artists was swift. Unfortunately, a quick response didn't always lead to a good result.

Vator kept charging ahead and used his massive body like a ramming weapon. Even something as innocuous as brushing shoulders with him was enough to fling the martial artists away like broken toys. And before they landed back on Earth... They were no longer the denizens of the living.

Maybe it was better to get hit by the trucks from earlier, results-wise! Vator might be smaller than an eighteen-wheeler, but his sturdiness far outclassed a mere truck, after all!

"You traitor bastard!"

"Hmph!"

CRUNCH!

Vator grabbed the head of the rude-mouthed martial artist and yanked the poor man closer.

"Kuwaaaaahk?!"

"You better watch your mouth, young man. Don't forget that I'm the Warrior of the Wild Plains. I was never once your servant. Got that? Traitor? Don't make me laugh!"

KA-BOOOOOM!

After slamming a human body on the ground like a piece of laundry, Vator spun on his heels to glare at everyone else.

"No, wait. I guess I don't mind the label of a traitor, after all. The feeling of losing your life to a traitor must be quite unique, after all. Alright, who's next?"

Unsurprisingly, no one dared to attack Vator.