The Archangel of Death - Chapter 334
334: Da Mo Choenma (3) 334: Da Mo Choenma (3) “Ma Do” will be changed to “Da Mo.” ~~ Chapter 334 “My lord!
Please do not do this.
The creation of Jiangshi will not only be a curse upon the Murim alliance but the entirety of Murim.
Us as well.” A man persuaded another man who sat on a throne with a hateful expression on his face.
While he had every right to make that expression, his court still couldn’t allow such a decision because what he was unleashing upon the world wasn’t something they themselves could contain.
“I don’t care!” The man on the throne yelled before he brandished his sword and swung it at the man who was advising him out loud.
The advisor had no choice but to pull out his sword to defend himself.
However, pulling your sword out in the presence of the heavenly demon was an act of sin itself and was punishable by death and death only.
The others in the room, however, didn’t move to act on that order.
The reason was because even they didn’t agree with the decision their lord was making.
They wanted to stop him as well but they couldn’t because they weren’t strong enough.
The only one who could be the person advising the heavenly demon at the moment.
However, the rule of the demonic sect was still in effect.
No matter how strong one was, they could never be as strong as the heavenly demon.
The stronger between the two was undoubtedly the heavenly demon.
No matter how strong the advisor was, he was, in the end, no match for the heavenly demon.
The others needed to join the fight.
And they were prepared to do so as well.
No matter how much they sympathized with the heavenly demon due to the tragedy that occurred to him, they couldn’t let him do what he planned to do because that would be the end of the entire Murim.
However, before it could come to a full-fledged battle, a power wave shook the entire palace and stopped everyone in their tracks.
As they turned to see who it was, they hurriedly descended to their knees, paying the ultimate respect to the newcomer, “I greet Da Mo Cheonma!!!” Even the heavenly demon stopped whatever he was doing and looked at the young man who just made an entrance respectfully, and with a little bit of hope.
The young man, who was older than anyone there at the moment looked at the heavenly demon and asked, “What are you planning to do, Hyun Woo?” The only person who had the authority to call the heavenly demon by his name.
No one else could do that, not even his own wives.
Yet no one corrected the young man on that.
He was, after all, the one who gave the title of the heavenly demon to Hyun Woo in the first place.
“I’m trying to take revenge on those who took my child from me, master.” Hyun Woo said in a low tone because he wasn’t brave enough or disrespectful to raise his voice in front of the young man, his master, the man who pulled him from the despairs of the slums and sat him on the throne of the strongest man in the Murim.
“Then take it on your own.
Don’t involve the others.” The young man said before he stepped closer to Hyun Woo and placed his hand on his shoulder, “I understand your pain.
But you must not deviate from your path.” “My path?” Hyun Woo, who was trembling asked.
He wasn’t asking for a question, he was asking the young man that question, “My path has only brought me pain, master.” “And is that enough reason to make you give it up?” The young man asked.
“Yes,” Hyun Woo resolutely replied.
“I see.” The young man said with a disappointed expression before he said, “First ruler of the Heavenly demon sect, you seem tried.
Rest.” “NO!” Hyun Woo yelled as he prepared his sword but nothing happened.
He couldn’t equip Qi at all.
No matter how hard he tried, his Qi didn’t manifest.
The young man spoke, placing his hand on Hyun Woo’s shoulder, an affectionate expression on his face, “That is not how I raised you, Hyun Woo.
Maybe giving you too much power was a wrong idea.
Rest now.
I will take revenge for your child.
But the right way.” Then the young man turned to the advisor and said, “Escort the heavenly demon to his quarters.
Let him rest.” “You cannot do this!
Master!
Master!!!” Hyun Woo’s calls for injustice were heard for months to come before they went silent.
The first heavenly demon was no longer.
“Esteemed Da Mo, what should we do now?” The whole of the heavenly demon sect knelt in front of the young man who was looking at the deceased Hyun Woo with a sad expression.
“Choose a better master this time.” The young man said, all his interest in the matter gone.
It wasn’t like the rest of the people couldn’t understand.
After all, the great devil had lost a child as well.
He was in pain.
“I understand, Esteemed Da Mo.” The elder replied.
After a few months, another heavenly demon was elected.
Such a tradition went on for years until once again, another heavenly demon went awry.
But, the Da Mo was always present for the sect.
He stopped him.
And then another, and another until finally, he had enough to it.
His stay at the heavenly demon sect was nothing but a reminder of his child who died after screaming about the injustice that happened to him.
Even now at night, he’d hear those screams and feel pain.
He needed to go away.
Like always, cursed with an eternal life, he had to abandon another foundation of his.
Another family of his.
And so, the Da Mo left.
Never to be seen again.
Until… “I’m Da Mo Cheonma.” The great devil.
A name that was enough to spread terror throughout the world of Murim.
The other organizations may not remember that name much, but many of their ancestors were destroyed at his hands.
And right now… “Who?” The old man asked, confused about the identity of the young man with white hair and white eyes.
His smirk seemed as confident as the word itself as he said, “Who, indeed.” Since he had said the words themselves, no matter in what language he said them, those behind him understood him clearly.
Terror did indeed pass through the people of Shaolin as they heard that name and those who were familiar with the name even a little from stories couldn’t help but be suspicious of such claims.
Even the heavenly demon sect was suspicious.
They were skeptical because the young man didn’t look even a little like the Da Mo from the stories.
However, it was also a fact that the same young man had erected a barrier that saved all of them from a massive attack that seemed like came straight from the heavens.
So maybe there was a little credibility to that claim.
However, one person on that entire battlefield who didn’t doubt that claim in the slightest was the one next to that young man.
Tae Yong hurriedly kneeled on her knees and kowtowed to the young man, her forehead touching the ground, “The heavenly demon sect’s sect master, Yan Tae Yong greets the great Da Mo, the rightful ruler of the heavenly demon sect!” The heavenly demon sect was left flabbergasted seeing their god-like figure kneeling so hard and so far.
The young, on the other hand, waved his hand and Tae Yong straightened up on her spot.
“I don’t deserve this show of respect from you, child.
In the end, I left this place, didn’t I?” The young man spoke in an overbearing tone.
[HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!] Inside, however, the young man’s face was flinching hard as he heard the laughter of his companion.
[Do that again] [Again] [Oh great king] Even the young man had to admit that his tone sounded strange.
Like those children who were struggling from the sixth-grade syndrome.
The young man had no choice but to do that though because that met the right conditions.
However, his companion only laughed at him with even greater fervor.
The young man ignored her laughter and turned to Tae Yong.
He extended his hand which could have meant only one thing.
Tae Yong got on one knee and held her sword on both of her palms, presenting it to the young man.
The young man took the sword and said, “Now observe, child.
This is the true essence of the heavenly demon sword art.” The young man turned to the old man who was preparing another great spell.
The young man didn’t worry about him in the slightest or the others who were behind the old man and preparing their own attack spells and simply raised the sword in hand towards the sky and brought it down with a few simple words.
[Divine Demon sword art] [Seventh technique] [Darkness] And the battle was finished the next instant.
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