Return Of The Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1046

The sword felt stuck, like cutting through thick rubber. Then, it crunched against something hard, like bone. Very hot blood poured out, almost burning to the touch. A gasping sound as air escaped the body.

These violent sensations flashed through his mind.

“Not yet.”

*Crack!*

Chung Myung’s sword smashed into the Demonic Cultist’s neck, breaking it halfway.

“Not yet!”

Chung Myung swung his sword even faster, severing the half-cut neck again.

*Clang!*

“No!”

He gritted his teeth and rotated his body. The sword moved in a circle so fast it looked like magic.

*Swoosh!*

There was no sensation on his fingertips. The perfectly swung sword completely severed the Demonic Cultist’s neck and raised arm simultaneously. He felt no sensation at all, but surprisingly, he felt a strong sense of satisfaction in his fingers, a feeling he had never known before.

Chung Myung reflexively tightened his grip on the sword.

He seemed to enjoy the feeling in his fingers, but at the same time, he hated that he felt that way.

His eyes were bloodshot as he bit his lip tightly.

*Boom!*

The ground thundered with each stamp, louder than before. From deep inside his body, powerful energy rushed out like a waterfall.

The purest energy in the world, carefully refined and refined again, exploded and rushed through his body into the sword.

He remembered the huge power he had as the Plum Blossom Sword Saint long ago. This energy was smaller, but it was much stronger and purer.

*Whirr!*

Energy fiercely rotated through the sword. The sword, extended like lightning, collided with the arm wrapped in demonic energy.

*Crack!*

There wasn’t even a sensation of cutting.

Chung Myung’s energy shattered the demonic energy. The demonic energy made the arm weak, like a piece of rotten wood. As Chung Myung’s sword brushed past, the Demonic Cultist’s arm split open, scattering sticky blood.

*Swoosh!*

But Chung Myung didn’t give the Demonic Cultist a chance to be surprised. He immediately swung his sword again, severing the Demonic Cultist’s neck in one blow.

*Splaash!*

The hot blood gushing from the severed surface covered Chung Myung’s face. The pouring stench of blood made his head spin, but even in that, Chung Myung’s eyes were as cold as ice.

The change occurred at that very moment.

“Kill them!”

“Wipe them all out! Those dog-like fanatics!”

The Black Cloud soldiers, who were terrified before, suddenly became brave and ran after Chung Myung.

They were not traditional fighters. They respected strength and followed strong leaders, more than rules or traditions.

Now, a strongman they could trust and follow had appeared before them.

Tradition or not, good or evil – none of that mattered now when facing these Demonic Cultists.

What was important to them now was that an absolute powerhouse had appeared before them, one who would reverse this hellish situation.

They didn’t think about it, they just felt they could win now. And they had discovered the shining chance of victory on Chung Myung’s back.

“Push them!”

“Oooooooooh!”

The cool-headed Black Cloud soldiers shouted at the top of their lungs and began to cover the Demonic Cultists like a wave.

“These damned bastards…!”

The Demonic Cultists rolled their eyes at the sight.

How dare these dirty outsiders attack the cultists? They could not accept this disrespect to their beliefs.

To fight the cult was to fight their god.

Those who resisted would be annihilated, and even their souls would be burned.

Wasn’t that the most important doctrine?

“Kill all those dirty infidels!”

The Demonic Cultists howled like beasts and swung their arms at the Black Cloud Corps.

*Clang!*

Weapons broke and soared into the air, and people’s limbs were torn apart in all directions. It was still a desperate sight, but it was definitely different from before. The Black Cloud Corps, which had been unilaterally pushed back in fear, was now clinging on tenaciously even if they were pushed back.

“The neck! It’s the neck! Aim for the neck!”

“Just break their heads! Their heads!”

The Demonic Cultists were driven by their extreme beliefs and had been attacking fiercely. But now, they had to defend themselves from the swords aimed at their heads.

That alone was enough. To change the disorganized atmosphere.

“You dog-like Demonic Cultists! This is our land!”

The Black Cloud Corps screamed and attacked the Demonic Cultists.

“Kkaha haha!”

The Demonic Cultists emitted murderous intent from their eyes and struck the person in front of them. A knife flew and pierced into his upper arm, but the Demonic Cultist didn’t even blink an eye and aimed for the face of the Black Cloud Corps elite with his long, demonic fingernails.

At that moment, the elite of the Black Cloud Corps squeezed his eyes shut without realizing it.

*Whoosh!*

A white sword flew in with a sound that seemed to cut through the wind and instantly severed the Demonic Cultist’s neck.

With an expression soaked in vile pleasure, the Demonic Cultist’s head spun several times in the air before falling to the ground with a thud.

“Uh….”

The Black Cloud Corps elite, who had barely saved his life, looked ahead with a bewildered face. Beyond the collapsing body of the Demonic Cultist.

Chung Myung, who spun his sword around and retrieved it, spat out as if chewing.

“Don’t let your guard down, you moron.”

“…Yes? Ah…. Yes!”

With those words, Chung Myung turned his body again and moved forward. The Black Cloud Corps, with their eyes wide open, followed him fiercely.

“Hmm….”

Jang Il-So rubbed his chin, looking interested.

He felt both happy and unhappy at the same time. He was also a little worried, and his eyes looked strange and unsettling.

“It’s definitely interesting.”

Even though the non-traditional fighters followed strong leaders, they didn’t just obey without question.

Especially because the Black Cloud Corps were very loyal to their leader. Usually, they wouldn’t change their loyalty easily, even for someone stronger.

But now, the Black Cloud soldiers were clearly following the Mount Hua sword fighter.

“He has amazing control.”

Jang Il-So was even more surprised because the Ten Thousand Gold Greats were there. Even with his arm injured, a Ten Thousand Gold Great was still powerful. Why were they following a traditional fighter without question, when their own leader was right there?

“I don’t understand this.”

Jang Il-So chuckled and laughed.

Jang Il-So thought the Mount Hua sword fighter was in the wrong group. If he had joined the non-traditional fighters instead of the traditional ones, he could have become a very powerful leader. If that happened, he would be much more dangerous to Jang Il-So than he was now.

“But um…. At this rate, my reputation won’t be good.”

Jang Il-So hummed and moved his steps. A Demonic Cultist saw him, eyes glowing red, and charged.

In that instant, Jang Il-So’s red lips drew an arc.

*Whoosh!*

A demonic hand flying in, tearing through the air. Jang Il-So easily blocked the Demonic Cultist’s wild attacks.

*Thud!*

“Kack!”

Then, his hand shot out like lightning and grabbed the Demonic Cultist’s neck.

*Crack!*

Jang Il-So’s delicate fingers pressed into the Demonic Cultist’s neck.

“Cough!”

The Demonic Cultist’s mouth gaped open. But it seemed that his fighting spirit was not broken by that alone, and the Demonic Cultist struggled and swung his hand.

“Hmm….”

Jang Il-So, as if accepting a child’s play, lightly brushed off that hand and narrowed his eyes.

“Attacking the neck alone is not enough…. If tearing the Adam’s apple doesn’t work, hmm….”

*Crack! Crunch!*

Jang Il-So’s hand, still in the Demonic Cultist’s neck, pushed deeper, ripping through the skin.

“Kkeueu…. Kkeueuaaack….”

The Demonic Cultist, who seemed to feel no pain before, cried out in terrible pain. He tried to scream, but his throat was badly injured, so he could only make weak sounds.

“This must be it.”

*Snap!*

Jang Il-So’s hand, which touched the neck bone, mercilessly broke and crushed the Demonic Cultist’s neck bone. The Demonic Cultist trembled as if he had caught malaria, then stuck out his tongue, tilted his head, and died.

“Hmm.”

Jang Il-So looked at the Demonic Cultist with empty eyes, then frowned like he was holding something disgusting. He pushed the body away and shook the blood off his hands.

“The head, or the neck bone. It’s tricky. Besides….”

An uncomfortable look crossed Jang Il-So’s white face.

Normally, his neck should have been cut just by touching it with his fingernails.

But it was not that easy. He had to really dig in and tear through the neck to break the bone.

“Does this mean my power is not working right?”

He understood what the Ten Thousand Gold Greats meant. If even these weak enemies could resist his power, he knew the bishop would be very dangerous.

“This is quite….”

Jang Il-So’s gaze turned to Chung Myung’s back, who was rampaging. Jang Il-So smiled strangely as he watched Chung Myung cut off the Demonic Cultist’s neck with one quick strike.

“It’s not fair.”

It seemed like bringing his fighters was a good idea after all.

“Tsk.”

But he clicked his tongue, annoyed with Chung Myung. It was good that Chung Myung was leading the fight, but wouldn’t that make Chung Myung too tired?

It seemed like the Mount Hua sword fighter forgot who his real enemy was. Or was he just naturally like this?

“Of course, it’s the second one.”

Thinking that man was stupid was like waiting for a waterfall to fly upwards.

“I like your style, but now you work for me, so you can’t be too reckless.”

Jang Il-So smiled sadly and looked back.

“Everyone heard that, right?”

Instead of an answer, a low breathing sound was heard. They were called the Red Hounds, but they were not uncontrolled fighters. They were like hunting dogs, attacking Jang Il-So’s enemies carefully and aiming to kill.

“Aim for the neck bone or the head. If you break those, they are just like normal people.”

Jang Il-So’s eyes, watching Chung Myung, were cold and serious.

“It would be fun to watch, but it’s not right to let our guests fight alone. I try to be polite. So…”

Jang Il-So pointed forward with his chin.

“Go bite them.”

As soon as he gave the order, the Red Hounds, who were behind Jang Il-So, moved like fast red streaks and attacked.

As he watched the Red Hounds run forward, their red and white robes flowing, Jang Il-So slowly stepped forward.

“I’m curious.”

An eerie light swirled incessantly in his eyes.

“If these fighters are this strong, how powerful is that bishop?”

He looked past the fight towards Hangzhou, the city that was half destroyed. He felt a dark and heavy energy coming from deep within the city.

“This is scary.”