Chapter 32: The Abyssal Demon’s Wrath – A World Set Ablaze
The Storm of Vengeance
The heavens trembled. The earth cracked. The world itself seemed to shudder in fear.
Lucian stood amidst the wreckage of the battlefield, his presence alone suffocating, a storm of abyssal energy swirling around him. His black robes, tattered and blood-soaked, clung to his form as his crimson eyes glowed with unrelenting fury.
"You dared to betray us. You dared to hunt us. Now, suffer the weight of your own sins."
His voice, like the roar of an ancient beast, sent shivers through the surviving warriors. The Ironclad Dominion and Orthodox Sects had waged war, slaughtered his people, and murdered the Heavenly Demon. Now, Lucian would drown them in their own blood.
Unleashing the Abyss – The Fall of the Ironclad Dominion
With a single step, Lucian vanished.
Then— BOOM!
The ground beneath the Ironclad warriors exploded into a deep chasm, swallowing dozens into the abyss.
"DON'T BREAK FORMATION!" one of the Orthodox Grandmasters screamed, but it was already too late.
Lucian reappeared in the sky, his sword raised high.
"Abyssal Sovereign Sword Art – First Form: Eternal Nightfall!"
A single downward slash. A crescent of black energy, vast as a mountain, descended upon the battlefield.
CRASH!
A section of the Ironclad stronghold was split in two, its towering walls crumbling like brittle parchment. Thousands of warriors vanished beneath the collapse, their screams devoured by the abyss.
Blood and fire painted the battlefield, and Lucian was its reaper.
The Iron Tyrant's Last Stand
At the heart of the chaos, Baek Jin-Hwan, the Iron Tyrant of Wolseong, stood firm, his massive war hammer crackling with golden energy.
"NAM GONG-WOOK!" he roared, his voice shaking the heavens. "ENOUGH!"
Lucian turned his gaze to him.
"Enough?" His voice was death itself. "Did the Heavenly Demon beg for mercy when you butchered him?"
Baek Jin-Hwan gritted his teeth, muscles bulging as he slammed his hammer into the ground.
"He died because he was weak!" the Iron Tyrant snarled. "And you will die just the same!"
Lucian smiled.
"Come, then. Show me your power before I erase your name from history."
The Iron Tyrant charged.
The moment he stepped forward—Lucian vanished.
A second later—a sword pierced through Baek Jin-Hwan's chest.
"Wha—?!"
Lucian stood behind him, his Abyssal Sword embedded deep in the Iron Tyrant's heart.
"You're already dead," he whispered.
Abyssal Sovereign Sword Art – Third Form: Black Lotus Bloom.
Lucian twisted the blade, and dark petals of energy erupted from the wound, devouring the Iron Tyrant from the inside out.
Baek Jin-Hwan's screams echoed as his body disintegrated into nothingness.
With their leader dead, the Ironclad Dominion collapsed.
The Unorthodox Alliance – The World in Flames
The Blood Phantom Sect, Crimson Moon Cult, Black Veil Society, Obsidian Fang Clan, and Soul Reaper Hall surged forward, carving through the remaining Orthodox warriors.
"LEAVE NO ONE WHO RESISTS!" roared Baek Jiwoon, the Scarlet Prophet.
"BURN THEIR TEMPLES TO THE GROUND!" bellowed Tang Wei, the Beastlord of Obsidian Claw.
Wolseong descended into chaos.
Sect after sect fell before the abyssal tide. Cities burned, fortresses collapsed beneath Lucian's might. The once-mighty Orthodox strongholds were left in ruins, their banners trampled beneath unorthodox boots.
But the surviving Orthodox Grandmasters refused to accept defeat.
"We must kill him! Even if it means destroying ourselves!" shouted Wei Zhenhua, the Grand Elder of Wudang.
The remaining Grandmasters pulled out dark crimson pills.
The Demonic Soul Pills.
A forbidden technique—one that would grant them monstrous power at the cost of their sanity.
They swallowed them.
The air shuddered.
Their bodies bulged, veins turning black, eyes glowing with unholy fire. Their once-gentle auras became demonic, twisted, corrupted.
Lucian watched, unimpressed.
"Pathetic. You call us demons, yet you become monsters to fight me?"
The twisted Grandmasters roared, their power now rivaling even the Heavenly Demon.
The Abyss vs. Corrupted Beasts
The battle was apocalyptic.
Mountains were sliced in half.
Forests burned to ash.
Lakes evaporated under their power.
Lightning tore the skies apart as Lucian clashed with the monstrous Grandmasters.
"DIE, ABYSSAL DEMON!" they howled, their attacks coming from all directions.
Lucian met them head-on.
Abyssal Sovereign Sword Art – Fifth Form: Void Annihilation.
He swung his sword once.
And the world shattered.
A wave of abyssal darkness erupted, devouring everything in its path. The corrupted Grandmasters barely had time to scream before their bodies were obliterated into dust.
Silence fell.
The Orthodox sect leaders trembled.
"H-he killed them... all of them..."
Lucian raised his sword high.
"Surrender, or I will erase your entire existence."
The remaining Orthodox warriors dropped their weapons.
"We surrender! Please, spare us!"
Lucian turned to the remaining sect leaders.
"Swear loyalty to the Heavenly Demon Sect, and you will live. Defy me, and you will share the fate of your masters."
One by one, the Orthodox sects bowed before him.
Wolseong had fallen to the Abyssal Demon.
The End of a King
With the Orthodox Sects broken, only one enemy remained.
The King of Wolseong.
Lucian stormed the royal palace, cutting through thousands of royal guards like wheat before the scythe.
"You are no king," Lucian said coldly as he stood before the trembling ruler. "You are a coward hiding behind dead men."
The King snarled, gripping his sword.
"I AM WOLSEONG!"
He lunged—
And Lucian beheaded him in a single slash.
"No," Lucian whispered as the king's head hit the ground. "I am Wolseong."
As Lucian stood atop the corpses of kings and Grandmasters, a sudden pressure crushed the land.
The skies split apart.
Two figures descended from the heavens.
One, radiating the boundless aura of martial supremacy—The God of Martial Arts.
The other, wielding a celestial blade that could cut fate itself—The God of Weapons.
Their voices shook reality itself.
"You have defied the natural order, Nam Gong-Wook."
Lucian gripped his sword tightly.
For the first time, his true enemies had arrived.
The Gods Themselves.