Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1056

The huge rock groaned, a deep, tearing sound, and then it broke apart. It flew into the air, bigger than any man, pushed upwards by a force no one could see. It was a strange sight, a giant stone suddenly weightless. But what happened next was even stranger, and far more frightening.

A wave of black energy, like a dark storm cloud, rushed towards the rock. The moment it touched the stone, the solid rock seemed to vanish. It didn’t just break; it turned to dust in a blink.

This swirling black energy, sharp as steel and cold as death, was truly terrifying. If it could destroy a rock so easily, what would it do to a person? To step into that storm would be suicide. Anyone with sense would run away.

But sense, it seemed, was in short supply that day. Because there were two men who were not running. They were stepping forward, right into danger.

Jang Il-So, his red robes flowing behind him, charged forward, a cold desire for blood shining in his eyes. At that moment, the black energy rained down on him like thousands of blades.

The sound of the black energy tearing through the air was like a ghostly wail.

“Hmph!”

Jang Il-So’s special energy, the blue flames of anger, burst out with full power. The blue flames spread from his hands, burning fiercely.

The burning blue flames crashed into the black energy head-on.

Black energy and blue flames!

The moment the energies, filled with evil and wickedness, met, a terrifying desire to kill and immense power exploded outwards.

As the pain of hundreds of daggers scraping his skin spread, a cold desire for blood settled on Jang Il-So’s face.

He planted his feet firmly and leaped forward, pushing both hands outwards. At the same time, the blue flames coming from his body flickered like devils’ tongues, trapping the incoming black energy.

It was like watching countless powerful swords clashing in the air. Jang Il-So’s energy, made from his natural anger and desire to fight, twisted and broke Dan Ja-Gang’s black energy.

The twisted black energy tore Jang Il-So’s fancy robes to pieces in an instant. But Jang Il-So didn’t even look aside, pushing forward without stopping.

His face, split by a bright white grin, was not just scary, but completely ruthless.

Plunging his hands into the black energy, Jang Il-So spread his arms wide, tearing apart the black energy that had surrounded him and making a large space in front.

It was only a short gap. Tearing through the black energy was not easy, and the swirling energy would fill the space quickly.

But behind Jang Il-So now stood someone who would not miss that chance.

Cheong-Myeong, like a lightning bolt, shot through the gap Jang Il-So had made, raising his sword high above his head.

The wildly flying black energy, each strand harder than iron and sharper than any sword, seemed ready to destroy Cheong-Myeong’s body without a trace.

But even in that storm, Cheong-Myeong’s sword drew a smooth circle.

From above to below.

The tip of the sword drew only a half-circle. Nothing special, nothing grand. The half-circle was as natural as a flowing river.

Like the sun hanging at the edge of a blood-red sky, a red line appeared, smoothly cutting through the swirling storm of black energy.

The black energy, which should never have been cut, split apart like silk cut by a dagger.

Through the space that had been torn open, Cheong-Myeong and Dan Ja-Gang’s eyes met for a moment. Dan Ja-Gang’s face twisted with anger at Cheong-Myeong’s smile.

Dan Ja-Gang had expected them to break through his black energy. They were powerful fighters, hard to match.

But even if that was possible, it shouldn’t have been so easy. His black energy was a gift from the Heavenly Demon, a blade to punish those who didn’t believe and had learned martial arts.

And yet, these unbelievers dared to disrespect the gift from the Heavenly Demon?

Dan Ja-Gang’s eyes burned with red light.

Even if he had some doubt, he had given everything to the Heavenly Demon. He would not stand by while the Heavenly Demon’s power was dishonored by these unbelievers!

“How dare you!”

He stretched his hand forward.

The disgusting force from his fingertips pushed back Cheong-Myeong and Jang Il-So, who were about to jump into the torn space.

“Tear them apart!”

At the same time, the spinning black energy began to twist wildly, making a cold, ghostly wail.

The black energy, moving faster, cut at the ground and tore through the air. The black storm quickly surrounded Cheong-Myeong and Jang Il-So, who had paused for a moment.

Dan Ja-Gang clenched his fist tightly. He felt something at his fingertips.

Could these insignificant insects have dared to say such nonsense?

But at that moment…

Something burst out fiercely.

At first, it looked like red blood. If blood spurted from a broken body, it would look like that.

But soon, it was clear that it was not human blood. It did not scatter.

A red sword energy, as bright and heartbreakingly beautiful as the last rays of sunset on a battlefield, spread like a ghost in the storm of black energy. The sight of the scattering red sword energy was like a giant brush had splashed it across the empty space.

Even Dan Ja-Gang was amazed by the sight.

‘Flowers…?’

As if plum blossoms, having turned the entire mountain red, were scattered by a wind that had come from nowhere, the world was painted entirely in red.

The plum blossom petals stood against the wildly flying black energy.

It seemed like a useless fight. Such weak petals would only be torn apart and swept away by that raging storm.

As if to prove that right, the black energy crushed the blooming petals in an instant. Thousands of petals shattered and vanished.

But they bloomed again.

Each one was so weak, so small that it couldn’t compare to the evil black energy.

However, the petals gathered. As if knowing they were weak, they gathered in one place, facing the coming pressure.

Martial arts existed for the weak to fight those who were born strong. In other words, wasn’t martial arts about filling in what was missing and not enough?

Hundreds, thousands of petals bloomed again at the same time, blocking the black energy. A giant wall made of petals and a black storm like a rushing river covering it. It was a sight that seemed impossible.

The raging storm hit the wall of petals. But the petals, swaying as if they would be pushed back, stubbornly pushed back again, twisting the storm of black energy.

Dan Ja-Gang’s face hardened as the black energy began to break apart.

‘It’s being pushed back?’

It was unbelievable.

Of course, he knew how great that swordsmanship was. It was the best of Illusion Sword, which changed everyone’s mind about that swordsman. It wasn’t just good, it was vicious.

But no matter how great it was, it didn’t make sense that his black energy couldn’t crush such a small amount of energy.

‘It’s scattering? My black energy?’

Dan Ja-Gang’s face twisted fiercely.

The moment it touched the red petals, the black energy he had sent out vanished like fire with water poured on it. It wasn’t being pushed back by force. It was like he was fighting a battle he couldn’t win from the start.

“Incompatible…?”

It seemed that this energy was stopping the black energy. But that didn’t make sense either.

It was Dan Ja-Gang’s black energy, after all.

Of course, there was always a balance in the world. But didn’t that balance become meaningless when there was a huge difference in power?

Water put out fire. But a huge fire would boil away the water instead.

But… his black energy couldn’t use its power against such a small amount of energy?

‘What on earth?’

It was at that moment that Dan Ja-Gang’s eyes were filled with doubt.

In the middle of the fierce fight between red and black energies, a streak of blue flame appeared. It was clearly a flame, but it was colder than the cold wind of the North Sea and sharper than a blade. The blue flame mercilessly covered Dan Ja-Gang’s black energy, which the petals had been blocking.

A sound that shook the earth and seemed to deafen the ears exploded.

The huge force of the collision between the massive energies caused even Dan Ja-Gang to step back. The black energy throughout his body began to boil. It was a pain he had not felt since he had become a Bishop.

That familiar but strange feeling distracted Dan Ja-Gang for a moment. He had lost sight of the two men.

“Kugh!”

Dan Ja-Gang, realizing his mistake, quickly gathered his black power. But before he could use it, a pure white sword suddenly appeared in front of his face.

Dan Ja-Gang widened his eyes and reached out his hand like lightning. A loud metallic sound rang out as he blocked the flying sword.

The white sword pierced Dan Ja-Gang’s palm.

Cheong-Myeong’s burning eyes, as he swung his sword down from the air, and Dan Ja-Gang’s eyes, full of anger, clashed fiercely.

“You…!”

The moment Dan Ja-Gang was about to tear Cheong-Myeong apart with his anger, a golden meteor flew towards his face.

Dan Ja-Gang’s body was pushed back. Leaving a long line on the floor, he didn’t even look at the two men and looked down at his hand.

Blood flowed down his deeply cut palm and fell to the floor. A faint smell of blood touched his nose. A burning pain spread in his palm.

Dan Ja-Gang, who had been looking at his hand for a while, slowly raised his head and stared at the two men in front of him.

“Oh, my. It seems that the great Bishop is flustered.”

Jang Il-So wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Red blood stained his pale white skin.

A stream of blood flowed from Cheong-Myeong’s mouth as well.

“Why? It seems that there was no one in the Demonic Cult who could fight properly?”

Cheong-Myeong, sneering, bared his teeth and spoke fiercely.

“But don’t be too sad. You’ll find out soon enough.”

Cheong-Myeong raised his sword and aimed it at the Bishop’s neck.

“What it’s like to fight with your life on the line.”

Dan Ja-Gang clenched his fist as if holding the wound in his hand. Once again, a wild light began to pour out of his eyes.

“You insignificant insects!”

Dan Ja-Gang, roaring, looked like a wounded beast.

“I will tear you all apart and kill you!”

“Oh?”

A strange madness flashed in Cheong-Myeong’s eyes as he saw that.

“Now… you look like the Bishop I knew! Haha!”

Cheong-Myeong, holding his sword in reverse grip, burst into a great laugh and shot towards Dan Ja-Gang.