Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1047

Hongjian was proving that proverb wrong.

Jang Il-so’s fighters were called ‘dogs,’ an insulting name. But they accepted it, driving the enemies like hunting dogs stalking their prey.

Their eyes were sunken. Their lips were tightly shut. You could see they were determined. Nothing would stop them. They mercilessly brought their swords down on the heads of the Demonic Cult disciples.

Clang!

The Hongjian’s sword, cold and deadly, slammed into the Demonic Cult disciple’s arm. The man had raised his arm to block, but the sword bit deep. The sound was horrible – metal scraping against bone, a grating noise that made your teeth clench.

Then, wham! Lee Pa, another Hongjian, used his teammate as a step. He jumped onto the back of the fighter in front and launched himself into the air. His sword flashed down, aiming straight for the Demonic Cult disciple’s head. It was a perfect move, like they had practiced it a thousand times, each fighter knowing exactly what the other would do.

It was a scene that vividly demonstrated how relentlessly they had trained.

You…!

As the flustered Demonic Cult disciple tried to pull back his arm with the sword stuck in it, the Hongjian in front twisted the sword he was holding, pulling the Demonic Cult disciple’s arm in as if embracing it.

And,

Slicing! Slicing! Slicing!

One from the left, one from the right, and one from above. Like hunting dogs chasing a tiger, three streaks of red light, extending from behind the leading Hongjian, slashed across the Demonic Cult disciple’s entire body.

…Guh.

The Demonic Cult disciple, wounded in both flanks and the middle of his head, staggered backward for a moment.

Whoosh!

A sword followed, burying itself forcefully in the Demonic Cult disciple’s neck.

Clang!

The sound was like sawing through metal, not slicing through flesh. The sword, half-buried in the neck, caught on the tough skin, unable to proceed further.

But right then.

A Hongjian, flying in like lightning, twisted his body in mid-air and struck the sword embedded in the Demonic Cult disciple’s neck with all his might.

Clang!

Finally, the Demonic Cult disciple’s cleanly severed head soared into the air. But in the eyes of the Hongjian, who had dealt with one Demonic Cult disciple without taking any damage, there was no joy of winning to be seen.

Five.

He realized something grim. ‘Five of us to beat one of them?’ he thought. ‘These Demonic Cult disciples are strong. Five Hongjian are needed to defeat just one expert.’

The Hongjian kicked off the ground towards their next prey, their entire bodies cloaked in a thick sense of crisis.

Kiyaaaaak!

A hand, dyed jet-black, flew in with a ghastly shriek. The demonic energy covering the hand surged violently, and the long fingernails, crafted from demonic energy, aimed for the neck with horrifying sharpness.

But…

Clang!

Baek Cheon’s sword, swung cleanly without the slightest hesitation, deflected the Demonic Cult disciple’s attack without exerting much force. The moment the sword and the Demonic Cult disciple’s hand made contact, the demonic energy surrounding the hand was pushed back, and a crimson sword wound was etched into the palm.

Wham!

Following that, a thrust flew in. Baek Cheon’s sword, extended like lightning, instantly multiplied into dozens, covering the Demonic Cult disciple’s entire body.

Slicing! Slicing! Slicing!

The sound of flesh being cut tore into the ears.

Kuaaah!

A roar filled with rage erupted from the Demonic Cult disciple’s mouth. The two eyes, dyed crimson, were enough to make one’s legs tremble just by looking at them.

One.

Clang!

Baek Cheon thrust his sword into the Demonic Cult disciple’s arm, pushing it back. And biting his lip, he took another step forward.

Wham!

Soon, Baek Cheon’s sword flashed, leaving a streak of sunset color in the air. It was a beautiful, deadly line that cut through the darkness.

Keuheu….

The Demonic Cult disciple, his cervical vertebrae half-severed, flailed his hands as if in a desperate struggle. At that very moment, a black figure rose above Baek Cheon’s head like a phantom.

Yoo Iseol, soaring into the dark night sky, rotated her body in mid-air and swung her sword. The place her sword was aimed at was, of course, the Demonic Cult disciple’s neck.

Slice!

The Demonic Cult disciple’s neck was severed with utmost precision.

Pulling back the extended sword, she swung it once more towards the sky. With that force, she lifted her body once again. Soon, countless red plum blossoms bloomed from the tip of her sword, sweeping in all directions.

Keuheuk!

You dog-like…!

Rough voices burst from the mouths of the Demonic Cult disciples.

There is nothing more difficult to deal with than attacks pouring down from above. Moreover, the Mount Hua Swordplay, which mixes reality and illusion and unleashes a wide range of attacks, especially demonstrated its power in such group battles.

The plum blossom sword energy rained down, piercing the Demonic Cult disciples again and again. It was like a storm of red petals, each one sharp as a knife.

Senior Brother!

Let’s go!

And at that moment, Yoon Jong and Jo Gul shot forward like rays of light from behind Baek Cheon.

The Demonic Cult disciples attacked wildly, but the two did not avoid the confrontation. Instead, they directly struck the rushing Demonic Cult disciples with powerful strong sword.

Boom!

Explosions erupted on the battlefield, which had been filled with the sounds of cutting, slashing, and slicing. Jo Gul and Yoon Jong, who had knocked back the Demonic Cult disciples with a single blow, further increased their momentum, pushing the surrounding Demonic Cult disciples to the left and right.

Sago!

Tang Soso, who had burst out at a terrifying speed towards the path they had opened, flipped her body, looked at the sky, and extended her sword.

Yoo Iseol lowered her sword and met Tang Soso’s swords. Then, Tang Soso quickly swung her sword, lifting Yoo Iseol higher and higher.

Swish!

Her sword spewed out a series of red sword energies once again.

Falling Plum Blossoms in Disarray.

The Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique, reaching its peak, drew countless plum blossom petals beneath the blackened sky. As if red rain were falling, the scattering plum blossoms poured down upon the heads of the Demonic Cult disciples.

Keuk….

Keuheok….

Those who had their arms, legs, and bodies pierced only had to endure the pain, but those who had their heads or necks pierced trembled and collapsed. The plum blossom petals, filled with divine energy, did not even allow them to resist.

You filthy infidel!

The Demonic Cult disciples screamed and kicked off the ground. What they were aiming for was, of course, the place where Yoo Iseol was falling. They intended to tear her to shreds with hatred and anger.

But there is someone here who will prove how wrong that choice was.

A-mi-ta-bul-!

A sacred golden light, unparalleled in the dark world, spread out.

Hae Yeon’s fist extended from his waist, powerfully kicking off the ground.

Arhat Divine Fist.

The Arhat’s fist, which destroys all that is wicked, covered the gathered Demonic Cult disciples like a tidal wave. The intense golden light seemed to illuminate the world brightly for a moment.

Kraaah!

Aaaaargh!

The Demonic Cult disciples screamed in agony, swept away by that fist. The sensation of the demonic energy accumulated within their bodies shattering and crumbling inflicted pain greater than the destruction of their physical bodies.

This, this….

Im Sobyung watched the fight, his fan slowly closing as he shook his head in amazement.

‘There should be a limit to how well they work together.’

From what he had seen, they had not exchanged a single word since entering the battle. Yet, from the moment they started wielding their swords, they were moving as if they had heard in advance what they needed to do.

Even Hae Yeon, who was from the Shaolin, not Mount Hua.

‘Is this what they mean when they say that they are reliable as allies and terrifying as enemies?’

Then that’s a fortunate thing. Now, he has become someone who is more than qualified to call himself their ally.

But I must do my part, or I will hear about it later.

Tap.

Im Sobyung, who had advanced gracefully like a crane, spread out his fan and waved it gently. The divine energy emanating from the iron ribs of the fan spread out around him like a swarm of butterflies.

Clang!

The Demonic Cult disciples who had been rushing towards Baek Cheon faltered, blocked by that energy.

Now, shouldn’t we be moving forward?

……

Baek Cheon kicked off the ground without a word and charged forward. Im Sobyung and Un Geom ran behind him, supporting him as if they were guarding him.

‘Amazing.’

Im Sobyung’s lips twitched slightly. As if he was barely holding back a smile.

Baek Cheon’s figure, flying forward at the head of the group, his long hair fluttering, was incredibly impressive. This is exactly the image of a hero that the world speaks of.

If he had made a slightly wrong choice, Im Sobyung and the Green Forest would have ended up facing them. The mere thought sent a chill down his spine.

Meanwhile, Baek Cheon’s eyes, as he ran, were not as filled with excitement as one might think.

Slice!

Baek Cheon, who had instantly cut down a rushing Demonic Cult disciple, bit his lip slightly.

‘It’s not difficult.’

He knew for sure.

Their divine energy is like a disaster to the Demonic Cult disciples. Even the strong Hongjian and the elite of the Black Ghost Squad are struggling with the Demonic Cult disciples’ demonic energy, but they are cutting through and pushing it back without any difficulty.

Now he can finally understand.

What the training of the past three years was for.

The Demonic Cult disciples are attacking in ways that are vicious and so bizarre that words cannot describe them, but Baek Cheon was able to cope with all of those attacks.

Because he had already experienced them.

Not the Northern Sea. These are the attacks that he had faced countless times in his training with Chung Myung. For them, who had endured Chung Myung’s training for three years, this battle was nothing special.

The madness spewed out by the Demonic Cult disciples is not even ticklish compared to the murderous intent that Chung Myung spewed at them.

Therefore, the situation was not particularly unfavorable.

But…

‘This can’t be all there is.’

It’s not that he’s overestimating the enemy’s strength. Baek Cheon’s criteria for judging his opponents are too firm.

‘If it was only this much, there’s no way that guy would have reacted like that. There’s definitely something more.’

Baek Cheon’s gaze turned to Chung Myung, who was driving the Demonic Cult disciples away at the forefront far away. There was no way that extreme reaction would have come out for just this kind of opponent.

Don’t let your guard down! Don’t get drunk on your swords!

At Baek Cheon’s shout, the disciples of Mount Hua immediately replied in voices filled with strength.

And at that moment.

Jang Il-so’s figure, approaching Chung Myung, entered Baek Cheon’s sight.

Wham!

Hot blood poured onto Chung Myung’s face as he instantly cut down another Demonic Cult disciple’s neck. A cold voice settled on Chung Myung’s ear, who was about to move on to the next Demonic Cult disciple without batting an eye.

Don’t get too carried away.

……

Chung Myung turned around without a word. Jang Il-so, who had already come within striking distance, was standing there with a strange smile on his face.

Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten who your enemy is? This isn’t the time to waste your energy on these small fries.

Chung Myung stared at Jang Il-so with cold eyes.

Let’s go.

Jang Il-so looked around with eerie eyes.

Perhaps he, Chung Myung, and… if he had to add one more, Im Sobyung, were the only ones who properly grasped the situation on this battlefield.

This isn’t the time to be happy about winning. The enemy is only a hundred strong. There must be at least three hundred more here. These guys are just the rabble guarding the outskirts. The situation will get even more difficult when the main force joins them. Before that….

Jang Il-so paused for a moment and smiled brightly.

We have to kill that bishop. We’ve shown enough mercy. I’m grateful for the Taoist’s desire to save even one more of those insignificant heretics, but this isn’t the time for that.

Chung Myung, who had been glaring coldly at Jang Il-so, twisted his lips and said.

Your insides are so black that the stench is flowing out.

Hmm?

But whatever, fine. I’ll play along. To your tune.

The two men looked at each other and smiled coldly. Soon, Jang Il-so turned his head and shouted.

Ga-myung!

Yes!

Follow me.

A chilling light flowed from Jang Il-so’s eyes.

From now on, we’re going to cut off that bishop’s head.