Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1052

I had never thought about it, never imagined it.

The cult. The Demonic Cult thinks people in the Central Plains are just dirty non-believers. They see them as unimportant people who are lucky to be alive, but their lives are worthless. The Cult believes these lives are only allowed to continue because the Heavenly Demon’s time has not yet come.

So, I never thought I would be afraid of someone so weak and unimportant.

Faaaat!

With a roar like a wild beast, ‘Faaaat!’ Chung Myung launched himself at Jeok Il. His eyes burned with a crazed light, bloodlust swirling within them. Anyone facing that speed and power head-on could only feel one thing: terror.

*Bang!*

Jeok Il’s feet slammed against the ground, pushing him backwards with desperate force. No time to think, only to react. He flung his hands out like a cornered animal, unleashing a torrent of savage demonic energy. It was different from before, more like a desperate attempt to push away the approaching figure than to destroy the cult’s enemies.

It was just a struggle to protect the life he always thought was meant to be offered to the cult.

The demonic energy was like thick black smoke from a huge fire. But it wasn’t just smoke. It was magic that could rip skin and break bones just by touching you. That vile demonic energy began to surround Chung Myung.

However, Chung Myung didn’t slow down, even seeing the demonic energy trying to engulf him. He stretched out the sword in his right hand towards the lower left and slashed fiercely towards the upper right.

A deafening roar erupted.

Paaaaaang!

A powerful sword strike seemed to tear apart space itself.

A red line bloomed in the air, cutting diagonally across the demonic energy. The energy Jeok Il unleashed with all his might was split apart by a single strike. Chung Myung threw himself through the gap, a ghastly smile on his face.

Before Jeok Il could be surprised, a chilling feeling spread across his ankle. The Plum Blossom Sword slashed across it.

Thwack!

The sword, having cleanly cut off the front of his ankle, flew again like lightning, aiming for Jeok Il’s body.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Jeok Il, cut in the thigh and abdomen, widened his eyes as he saw the sword flying towards his neck.

“Stop!”

At that moment, another enforcer came down towards Chung Myung’s head with great speed, holding demonic energy in both hands like the claws of a monster, ready to split Chung Myung’s head in one blow.

Everyone thought Chung Myung would block the attack first. But Chung Myung surged forward even faster.

‘What?’

Saaah!

The Plum Blossom Sword flew towards his neck, cutting through the air. Jeok Il panicked and blocked with his hand.

Crack! Crack!

The cold blade, colder than the icy winds of hell, dug into his palm, which was filled with demonic energy and harder than steel.

‘Kkeueuk⋯⋯.’

Jeok Il’s senses were heightened because his life was in danger. He felt everything: the sword digging in, tearing through skin, and embedding itself in the wrist bone. It was vivid.

The sword, filled with divine energy, unraveled the resisting demonic energy. A terrible pain arose, like sawing flesh, and the sword moved towards Jeok Il’s neck.

“Kkeuaaaah!”

Jeok Il screamed and pushed away the sword. The sword dug in as much as he pushed it. Soon, the Plum Blossom Sword cut through his wrist and up to his forearm.

“Keuhat!”

Jeok Il threw away the sword and grabbed Chung Myung’s sword with his bare hand.

Crack!

His left arm was already useless. But the Plum Blossom Sword shook violently, trying to cut off Jeok Il’s right hand as well. Even with his right hand in danger, Jeok Il clung to the sword.

Because he could see the enforcer’s demonic hand falling towards Chung Myung’s head.

‘You fool! A mistake⋯⋯.’

But then, Jeok Il flinched. He knew the demonic power was flying over his head, but Chung Myung’s face showed no fear.

He was just staring at Jeok Il with a chilling gaze.

“Die!”

Finally, the enforcer’s hand was about to hit Chung Myung’s head.

Clang!

A huge metallic sound rang out, and the enforcer’s hand stopped right above Chung Myung’s head.

Between the hand holding the demonic energy and the defenseless head, a white sword appeared.

‘Huh, when?’

The blood drained from Jeok Il’s face. The young man with the Heroic Sword, who had been protecting Chung Myung, had flown like an arrow and blocked the attack. It was as if he knew this would happen.

His face showed how much energy he used to close the distance so quickly.

“Keuhat!”

Of course, the enforcer didn’t give up. But as he tried to swing his hand again, another shadow soared above Baek Cheon.

The enforcer looked up and saw a swordswoman flying against the night sky. Her expression was frighteningly cold.

“Samae!”

“Yes.”

Swaeehk!

Yoo Iseol’s sword turned into dozens of shadows and pierced the enforcer’s body.

“Kuaaaah!”

Normally, he wouldn’t have allowed the attack, but the enforcer was focused on Chung Myung and Baek Cheon. He couldn’t resist Yoo Iseol, who appeared from the blind spot.

The enforcer fell, blood pouring from his body, especially from the long sword wound on his face.

‘You son of a bitch!’

Baek Cheon gritted his teeth, cursing. There was no need for instructions. The moment Chung Myung jumped forward, it was obvious what he was doing. So, Baek Cheon did what he always did.

But was there a limit? If he had been late, Chung Myung’s head would have burst.

Whether it was trust or recklessness, there was no time to argue. What he had to do was clear.

“Haaap!”

Baek Cheon spun and swung his sword at the end of the hilt of Chung Myung’s Plum Blossom Sword.

Kagaaang!

Jeok Il spat blood and fell away. Then, Chung Myung began to rush forward again.

Before Baek Cheon could move, Yoon Jong and Jo Gul brushed past him, following Chung Myung.

Every Mount Hua disciple knows what Chung Myung does when the enemies outnumber them. Everyone knows without being told.

“Geol!”

“Yes, Sahyung!”

Jo Gul’s fast sword strikes poured forward. The Demonic Cult disciples, rushing towards Chung Myung with bewilderment and hatred, were swept away.

At the same time, Yoon Jong’s sword blocked all attacks from around Chung Myung.

A sword that attacks and opens the way, and a sword that defends and protects.

Those two swords open Chung Myung’s path and protect him. Baek Cheon shouted loudly.

“Open the way! We’re going to the Archbishop!”

In the past, Chung Myung had surpassed the enemies and cut down the enforcer, protecting everyone’s lives by cutting off his head.

But this time is different. The enemies are stronger, and the Archbishop will be stronger than before.

So, they have to protect Chung Myung, sending him to the Archbishop’s neck in perfect condition, at all costs!

“Hae Yeon S⋯⋯.”

“Excuse me.”

At that moment, a man jumped over Baek Cheon’s head. Baek Cheon shouted at the sight of the red robe.

“Jang Ilso!”

“I understood roughly.”

Blue flames poured out from Jang Ilso’s hands, swallowing the Demonic Cult disciples in front of Chung Myung.

As the Demonic Cult disciples screamed, Jang Ilso jumped down next to Chung Myung.

“Well, then⋯⋯.”

He bared his teeth with a ghostly face and smiled.

“Shall we go?”

Faaaat!

Chung Myung and Jang Ilso ran forward at the same time.

At the same time, Baek Cheon, Yoo Iseol, Yoon Jong, and Jo Gul followed them as if to protect them.

It was like an arrow shot from a bowstring.

The arrow loses its meaning when it stops. Having decided to break through the enemy’s stronghold, failure means only one fate.

But neither Chung Myung, Jang Ilso, nor anyone following them feared that fate. They just broke through and cut down those who blocked their path.

“Ooooooh!”

Hae Yeon and Namgung Dowi jumped over Chung Myung and Jang Ilso’s heads, opening the way with their power and sword energy. The energy swept away the unprepared Demonic Cult disciples.

The Demonic Cult disciples who tried to dig in from the side were blocked by Tang Soso’s sword energy and Im Sobyung’s fan energy.

“Keueuk!”

“You non-believers!”

The united Mount Hua disciples dug into the dense Demonic Cult disciples.

The fangs of those who tried to aim for the rear were blocked by Un Geom’s calm sword strikes, and the Demonic Cult disciples who tried to follow had to face the red hunting dogs.

Like splitting bamboo, the Mount Hua group gained momentum and moved forward, parting the sea of Demonic Cult disciples.

“Block them!”

Jeok Il, barely alive, shouted desperately. It was too urgent to be a shout from the Demonic Cult’s enforcer.

But he had no leeway left.

‘We must never let that guy reach the Archbishop!’

He knew it was an impious thought. No matter how great the Taoist from the Central Plains was, his power was nothing compared to the Archbishop. Fearing his sword was impiety.

But even knowing that, Jeok Il couldn’t deal with the fear creeping into his heart.

No. We must not let that guy reach the Archbishop!

“Block them! Even if you have to throw away your lives, block them no matter what!”

The dark night sky and earth. A red arrow split the world, dyed black.

An incredibly sharp arrow that will split the heart of the descended demon.