Chapter 152: The Blood-Soaked Demon King, Chukhotak-1
No thought, no mind.
Self-forgetful oneness.
These were the sensations I felt while running, deploying the Heavenly Wind Divine Technique in the state of the Moonlit Sword Dance, Bi-Wol.
Putting aside all worries about my father and all impatience that I might be late, I focused solely on one thought: to run like the wind. Before I knew it, I truly had become the wind, flowing along.
I felt no weight of my body, no sense of physical presence, not even the passage of time.
I was simply flowing like a fluid, immersed in an endless sense of freedom.
Then, the moment I saw the signboard of the Seonwoo family, I finally realized.
The realm of the Heavenly Wind Divine Technique, said to become a handful of wind that no one can grasp when reaching its peak, has risen another level.
It meant that I, who had always lagged behind Bi Sa-yeong in this single divine technique, had finally reached his level—or even surpassed him.
‘That Bi Sa-yeong bastard will be sulking for a while if he finds out.’
The very thought brought me immense satisfaction.
But now was the time to focus on what unfolded before my eyes.
The first thing I checked after scaling the wall was my father’s safety.
I’d worried something might have happened to him, but thankfully, he was safe and sound.
Surprisingly, it seemed as though the warriors of the Seonwoo Clan were holding their own against the Blood Demon Sect’s demonic beasts.
‘It’s working!’
