Return of the Mount Hua Sect

The enforcers have thought and pondered countless times.

Jungwon. A great enemy (??(大敵)) whose numbers cannot even be compared. They had considered how to confront and eradicate them.

But at this moment, they faced a situation they had never contemplated in all their years.

Fewer people of Jungwon than them are actually breaking through them. To those who had devoted everything to the divine authority of Heavenly Demon, such a scenario was utterly unimaginable.

Therefore, they were momentarily unable to respond. Facing a few strong enemies was an unknown territory for them.

Paaaaaat!

The sword of Chung Myung, swung like a thunderbolt, and instantly crushed the charging cultists. It was an unbelievably cruel and decisive sword strike for it to have come from the fingertips of a Taoist. Before that sword strike, all were equal.

Even those with hearts of steel would shrink back at the sight of their comrades being torn to shreds before their eyes. However, the cultists proved why they were called such with their very lives.

“Kahaaaak!”

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The cultist at the back rushed at Chung Myung, kicking away the crushed body of his comrade with both arms. It was the very moment when the cultist’s hand, stained black with demonic energy, was about to scratch Chung Myung’s face.

Kagagagang!

Something blocked the cultist’s hand, ringing out a sharp metallic sound. Jang Ilso, who blocked the demonic claw (??(魔爪)) with the ring tightly packed in his hand, swung his arms one after another.

Posok!

The cultist’s head was shattered, scattering blood and brain matter in all directions.

“Impudent.”

After briefly expressing his thoughts, Jang Ilso’s eyes darkened. Eventually, his gaze turned to the high pavilion beyond the cultists that still surrounded them.

Then, Hye Yeon and Namgung Dowi brushed past him as they ran forward. Jang Ilso chuckled.

“Never thought I’d see the day I’d be guarded by Shaolin and Namgung. Truly a rare occurrence.”

“If you have time to talk, fight!”

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“…Hearing this is also quite rare.”

Jang Ilso shook his head as if there was no helping it.

‘This is madness.’

Now they have broken through half of the cultists blocking them But that also meant, they were now deep within the enemy’s ranks. It might seem like everything is going well now but… the moment they stop moving?

‘They’ll swarm from all sides.’

It’s just like walking into a siege with their own feet.

Everything ends the moment their advance stops. Sometimes, numerical superiority means nothing, but at other times, it’s an insurmountable difference.

If the moment comes when their feet stop and they look straight into the eyes of the cultists surrounding them, only despair will remain for them.

‘Even though they obviously know that.’

Here are those who calmly commit this insane act and those who follow behind without any questions. That fact gave Jang Ilso chills.

What if those they were chasing now were not aiming for the bishop’s head but for Jang Ilso’s? If the person waiting on the other side was Jang Ilso and not the bishop, how would he feel watching them now?

“It really is quite rare.”

Jang Ilso raised both arms. His bracelets rose into the air all at once and began to spin furiously right above his head.

“Never thought that here in Jungwon.”

Jang Ilso spread both arms at the same time.

“There would be people crazier than me!”

Kwaaaaaaaa!

The rotating bracelets shot forward all at once. Dozens of golden meteors were shot in an instant and flew towards the cultists.

“Eek!”

The cultists raised their demonic energy as much as they could and struck down the bracelet flying towards them. No, they tried to. But at that very moment.

Hwiiiik!

The bracelets, flying straight initially, suddenly wriggled as if alive. It dodged the cultist’s striking hand and then burrowed into their bodies following a bizarre curve.

Udeudeudeuk!

The extremely tough skin resisted for a moment, but the bracelets, spinning terrifyingly fast, literally ground through the flesh, burrowing deeper inside.

“Keuaaaak!”

The bracelet that burrowed into the chest tore through the insides of the cultist and emerged from the back. Even so, it did not lose its momentum and continued to pierce the bodies of the cultists who were rushing in from behind.

The bracelet, which rotated fiercely and went all the way, had enough power to shatter the bodies of the cultists it pierced with force to spare.

“Keuuaaaaak!”

“Aaaargh!”

Desperate screams erupted from all around. It was as if ten golden snakes were rampaging through the scene.

The cultist who saw the bracelet flying towards his chest tried to grab it with both hands, but the golden bracelet drew an upward curve and pierced through his face. It looked like a large star rising into the night sky.

“I guess I should also match the rhythm. As long as we don’t stop, it won’t happen, right?”

The momentum of those who were fiercely charging in collapsed instantly. Even Mount Hua’s disciples, who were running in step, were speechless at this moment and stared blankly at the scene unfolding before their eyes.

Even at that moment, there was only one person who did not lose sight of what he had to do.

Paaaaaat!

Chung Myung’s sword swiftly decapitated the necks of the devil cultists trembling in pain.

“Hoo?”

Just as Jang Ilso was about to express his admiration, two shadows rushed at Chung Myung from both sides.

Paaaat!

Paaaaaaat!

Baek Cheon and Yoo Iseol, who completely filled his left and right, poured out sword strikes that clearly resembled Chung Myung’s. It was an extremely simple yet deadly swift sword, and a vicious killing sword (??(殺劍)) that did not allow any waste.

The heads of cultists rose into the air one after another.

And the two swords began to change as if they had promised. As soon as they cleared space, their simple swinging blades turned into a terrifying illusionary sword dance, scattering countless sword energies.

From the tips of their swords, thousands of petals blossomed simultaneously. The red plum leaves fiercely swept through the cultists who had not yet prepared, digging into their entire bodies. There was no way to block the sword energies filling every visible space.

And then.

“Amitabha! Taaaaaap!”

Hye Yeon, with an uncharacteristically rough chant, raised his internal strength to the best of his ability. The formidable internal strength of Shaolin, painstakingly cultivated in Shaolin and perfected in Mount Hua, began to imbue his fist.

Kwang!

Powerful step forward!

Giiiiiiiiiing!

Then, with a loud roar as if an entire huge building was being crushed, tremendous power spewed out from the end of Hye Yeon’s fist.

The fist of Buddhism (??(佛法)) that destroys all demons and purifies all evil things!

Hye Yeon’s Arhat Divine Fist was unleashed in its utmost intensity, sweeping through the cultists.

Into the space thus created, the disciples of Mount Hua, including Yoon Jong and Jo-Gol, swiftly moved in.

“Break through!”

“Open a path!”

Their sword strikes poured forward time and again, piercing through the thick formations of Magyo in an instant. They were like sharp awls.

They don’t even bother aiming for the head. Their task was not to kill or to knock down the enemy. They simply had to clear a single straight path toward the pavilion!

“These damned brutes!”

The enforcers gritted their teeth and rushed toward Chung Myung. It was obvious who should be killed first.

Kwang!

However, Hye Yeon and Mount Hua’s disciples, as if by agreement, dispersed in all directions, effectively blocking the charging enforcers.

Kaaaang!

The hands of the enforcers and the swords of Mount Hua’s disciples clashed in the air, creating a huge metallic sound.

“Move aside, you filth!”

“Not happening!”

Jo-Gol grinned mockingly as if making fun of the enforcer.

“We’re quite desperate too!”

Jo-Gol’s eyes glanced at Chung Myung’s back as he ran away.

“I won’t stop these steps before I die, you stupid Magyo bastard!”

The sword warriors of Mount Hua fiercely attacked the anxious enforcers.

“Keuk!”

“These guys!”

The enforcers are obviously strong. However, since they couldn’t give their all to the opponent in front of them and their mind elsewhere, there was no way they could show their skills.

While Mount Hua’s disciples momentarily engaged the enforcers, new faces stepped up to fill the gaps.

“I think it would be a bit difficult to do alone.”

“Hngg. Now it’s time to go again, let’s stop messing around!”

Un Gum and Im Sobyeong, who left Red Dogs behind, ran forward.

“Huuk! Huuk!”

Seeing this, sparks flew from Namgung Dowi’s eyes. Gasping for breath as if about to collapse from exhaustion, he gritted his teeth.

“The lead!”

A great lion’s rear exploded.

“Is my place!”

Namgung Dowi, who raised his internal strength that had already begun to show its bottom, ran out and raised his sword.

Guooooooo!

At the tip of his sword, a white sword energy grew its size endlessly. Namgung Dowi, who drew a larger sword energy than any other long sword, opened his bloodshot eyes and swung his sword at once.

“Ooooooooo!”

Emperor’s Advent (????(帝王現身)).

Emperor Sword Forms (????(帝王劍形)), which contained the essence of Namgung, was released at once.

Kwaaaaaang!

The white sword energy dropped amidst the enemies causing a massive explosion.

“Do- Dojang!”

“Chu- Chung Myung!”

Hearing all those shouts, Chung Myung’s feet kicked the ground. He doesn’t turn his head. There’s no need to check on those left behind. That would be an insult to those who cleared the path.

There is only one thing he has to do. Run along that path and reach the end!

The moment Un Gum and Im Sobyeong push away the approaching cultists, Chung Myung and Jang Ilso kicked the ground at the same time as if they had made a promise. The two, turned into streams of red and black light, broke through the thinned encirclement at a terrifying speed.

And then!

Kwaaaaang!

Chung Myung, who had grabbed the last devil cultist’s head with one hand and slammed it into the ground, used the recoil to propel his body upward. The raised Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword gleamed white.

“Tahaaaap!”

Eventually, the red sword energy blasted forth, embedding itself into the lower floors of the pavilion.

Kwaaaaaaang!

With a deafening explosion, the pavilion, which had already been half-destroyed, began to collapse in an instant.

Kwareureung! Kwareureureureung!

“Ah….”

Jong Nil’s eyes were filled with despair and fear.

Thick dust was rising from the half-collapsed pavilion. This was proof that the sword that’s Chung Myung had finally reached where it needed to go.

Kureureureung! Kureung!

The pavilion was completely destroyed in an instant. The thick cloud of dust was slowly carried away by the blowing wind.

And… Amid the rubble of the pavilion, which had collapsed so horribly that its original appearance could no longer be guessed, a man slowly appeared.

The world was enveloped in silence.

“Bi- Bishop…!”

Only Jong Nil’s scream, almost like a cry, resounded.

The man who heard the shout turned his head very slowly. Even in the dust that had not yet completely settled, his cold gaze was distinctly felt.

Chung Myung met his eyes and bared his teeth like a wolf.

“Should I say it’s nice to meet you?”

The Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword let out an extremely frightening sword cry (??(劍鳴)).