Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1064

“Chung Myungaaaaah!”

“You son of a—! You bastard!”

The disciples of Mount Hua rushed towards Chung Myung like a storm.

“C-Could you run a little softer…? My body is shaking too much….”

Just the shaking from their steps made Chung Myung feel like he was breaking. But the Mount Hua disciples did not hear him. Jo Gul, who had run the fastest, jumped on Chung Myung.

“Hey! Are you okay? Huh?”

Jo Gul grabbed Chung Myung by the neck and shook him hard.

“Did anything get cut off? Are you alright?”

“Jo, Gul!”

“Hey, you! Why aren’t you answering me!”

“You crazy idiot! You’re going to kill him!”

“Huh?”

Only then did Jo Gul realize what he was doing and looked down at Chung Myung. Chung Myung’s eyes were rolled back, and he looked like he was about to faint. Jo Gul quietly let go and cleared his throat, embarrassed.

“No… I was just worried….”

Chung Myung felt like Jo Gul, his friend, almost killed him more than the bad Bishop. He looked at Jo Gul with empty eyes and spoke weakly,

“…Please… just go die somewhere else. Please….”

Baek Cheon and Yu Yiseol sighed and helped Chung Myung sit up, supporting his shoulders.

“Are you alright, Chung Myung?”

“…Do I *look* alright?”

“No.”

“…I don’t even have the strength to twitch a finger.”

He wasn’t just saying it. Every bit of strength seemed to have left Chung Myung’s body. If it were now, he would have no choice but to offer his neck and beg even Jo Gul to kill him gently.

The only good thing was….

“Senior Grand Disciple! Are you alright?”

“…I told you, I’m dying.”

The fact that the most threatening guy here was in no better shape than he was.

“Cough.”

Every time Jang Ilso coughed, bright red blood burst from his mouth. Jang Ilso was already very pale. Now, blood was pouring from him, making it look like he would die any second.

“…That stubborn fighter.”

Chung Myung remembered the fight and cursed without realizing it. Even with a hole in his neck, he kept attacking. Chung Myung knew Bishops were crazy, but seeing it again made him shiver.

If he hadn’t pierced his neck to halve his power, both Jang Ilso and Chung Myung would have been reduced to dust without leaving a single piece of flesh behind.

“…That crazy bastard actually did it.”

The Mount Hua disciples stared at the limp Chung Myung with eyes filled with mixed feelings.

One emotion was awe. The other was pity.

The fact that he had finally killed that Bishop, who didn’t seem human at all, was nothing short of astonishing, but the price was too high. To put it mildly, Chung Myung’s body now looked like a half-sliced chunk of meat. It was a miracle that he was still breathing.

Baek Cheon immediately placed his hand on Chung Myung’s lower abdomen and pushed vital energy into him.

“Cough!”

Then, a basinful of black blood poured out of Chung Myung’s mouth.

“…I’m really going to die.”

“You damn bastard.”

Baek Cheon gritted his teeth as he poured in vital energy. He knew this was the only way… but even so, he couldn’t feel good about watching Chung Myung so broken.

At that moment, Un Geom, who had been silent until now, opened his mouth.

“It’s not over yet.”

At those words, the disciples of Mount Hua quickly raised their heads.

“Be wary of the remnants of the Demonic Sect! We don’t know what they’ll do.”

The disciples of Mount Hua, startled for a moment, quickly changed their stance and stood between Chung Myung and the Demonic cultists like fierce guards. But unlike their reaction, the Demonic cultists didn’t seem to move, as if they had turned into stone statues.

“Bishop….”

“Oh, Bishop….”

The Demonic cultists stared at the black ground. Their faces were empty, like they had lost everything they ever knew and cared about.

Dan Ja-gang’s defeat.

It was a result they had never even considered. Since they had never imagined it, there was no way they could cope. They were just staring blankly at the traces of this fierce battle, as if their souls had left their bodies.

“Bishop… Oh, Bishop.”

Jeok Il fell to his knees, his legs giving way. He made a fist so tight it looked like he wanted to break the ground.

“This….”

Grrrr.

Blood flowed down from his tightly clenched lips as they tore. His gaze, filled with intense hatred and anger, was fixed on the enemies not far away, specifically Chung Myung and Jang Ilso.

“These… I wouldn’t even feel relieved if I ground them into powder… These goddamn traitors actually did it!”

His eyes were bloodshot and wild.

“I will kill you… I will kill you and avenge the Bishop! I will!”

The moment Jeok Il, gritting his teeth, rose to his feet, a ferocious energy rapidly filled the eyes of the Demonic cultists who had been out of their minds. The disciples of Mount Hua, watching the process of change, drew their swords all at once.

The Hong Clan fighters ran to Jang Ilso and stood in front of him, growling like dogs protecting their owner from a wild animal.

“Ugh….”

Chung Myung, supported by Baek Cheon and Yu Yiseol, opened his mouth with a distorted face.

“First, those….”

But at that moment, Baek Cheon felt it. Chung Myung’s body, which had been limp like a water-soaked cotton, suddenly stiffened.

‘Huh?’

Chung Myung’s gaze turned back urgently. His eyes held disbelief, shock, and some twisted emotion.

“This, this bastard….”

“Chung Myung?”

Kaaaa-boooom!

Before that question could be resolved, a huge explosion erupted. The disciples of Mount Hua, who had been wary of the Demonic cultists, turned around in horror.

And they, too, saw it. Black demonic energy exploded outwards, throwing dirt and rocks into the air like a volcano erupting. The ground was ripped apart.

A thick sweat ran down Baek Cheon’s spine.

“N-No way….”

“Kraaaah!”

It was like the cry of a demon trapped in hell. In the swirling black demonic energy, someone who should never have been standing there revealed himself.

“Bi, Bishop….”

The color drained from Baek Cheon’s face.

Red, bloodshot eyes and a desperate scream. Dan Ja-gang, covered in black energy like ink, showed his thin, scarred chest and roared like a beast.

Everyone’s face showed a look of horror at the sight.

“Oooooooooh!” Dan Ja-gang roared, a sound of pure pain.

The plum blossom sword, thrown by Chung Myung, stuck out of his neck at an angle. Dan Ja-gang, who had been screaming wildly, grabbed the sword in his throat with a monstrous hand.

Snap. Crack.

Demonic energy roared around them like a furious beast. But even in the chaos, everyone clearly heard the sharp sounds of the sword being pulled out.

Crack!

Finally, with a grunt of effort, he ripped the plum blossom sword free from his neck and threw it clattering to the ground. It spun and landed with a dull thud.

“Ugh….”

Yoon Jong gripped his sword hand with his other hand. It shook so much he could barely control it.

Just then, Chung Myung, cursing under his breath, tried to stand up straight.

“…Did I miss?”

It seemed he had almost cut through the neck bone. Because Dan Ja-gang knew the Goruma Demonic Art, he could live even with such a bad injury.

“Sasuk. My sword….”

“Don’t talk rubbish! You crazy bastard!”

Baek Cheon and the other Mount Hua disciples felt a strong fear rising inside them. But they stood even more firmly in front of Chung Myung.

‘No more!’

Chung Myung could not fight anymore. He must not. So, they had to protect him. They didn’t say anything, but they all held their swords tightly, thinking the same thing.

Dan Ja-gang, who looked like something not human, raised his head and screamed.

“Whyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

He sounded so desperate, it was almost sad. It was like the cry of a child who had lost their mother.

“Why! Why do you not look upon us! Whyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

The demonic energy around Dan Ja-gang swirled wildly.

“Oh, Heavenly Demon!”

His voice now sounded like metal scraping against metal.

“Even though there are those who wait for you so eagerly! Why! Why do you ignore us!! Heavenly Demon! Why! Heavenly Demooooooooon!”

‘He’s insane….’

Tang Soso was horrified and quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

It seemed that even if she used every word she knew, she could not fully describe his madness. It was hard to believe that a human could feel such a thing.

“If even this is not enough! What more can we do! Does even this cry not reach you!”

Blood-red light shot from Dan Ja-gang’s eyes as he looked at Chung Myung.

“Can you understand? Our pain! Our suffering! Can you even understand it!”

Chung Myung pulled Baek Cheon’s shoulder and stepped forward.

“Chung Myung-ah!”

His legs were shaking so much that it was hard to take a step. But Chung Myung pushed past it and moved forward.

And, as if it were the only thing to do, Jang Il-so also stepped forward with him.

It felt like the only thing they could do. No matter how tired or scared they were, they had to face the enemy.

“Slightly insufficient.”

“Looks like it.”

“No choice, then.”

Chung Myung and Jang Il-so grinned at the same time.

“If we survive… we’ll just have to kill him again and again!”

“Hee hee hee!”

The Mount Hua disciples and Hong Da-kyun didn’t back down this time either. They stood to the left and right of the two men, ready to fight together.

Then, Dan Ja-gang’s demonic energy grew even stronger.

Dan Ja-gang knew. He had pushed the Demonic Art too far, and he could never go back to who he was before.

He would probably be crazy forever, destroying everything he saw.

But if this allowed his desperate cry to reach the Heavenly Demon, he would accept it, no matter what.

Dan Ja-gang gathered all his remaining power. A scary demonic energy covered his body and shot into the sky.

“Kuh-ugh….”

The Mount Hua disciples groaned at the overwhelming power.

‘He still has that much power….’

Baek Cheon was about to bite his lip to stop his jaw from shaking.

‘Huh?’

At first, he thought he was seeing things. Behind the swirling black demonic energy, something white flashed for a moment. He wondered if he was just imagining it because he was so scared.

But then, Baek Cheon realized he wasn’t wrong.

Right behind Dan Ja-gang, a man stood like a ghost in the storm of demonic energy. The energy was so strong it could crush metal, but he stood there as if it was nothing. He wore a white robe, and no one knew where he had come from or how long he had been there.

It was a very strange sight.

Baek Cheon stared, unable to believe what he was seeing. The man in the white robe behind Dan Ja-gang smiled slightly.

“This is why….”

Dan Ja-gang realized someone was behind him and quickly tried to turn his head. But before he could even move, the man in the white robe stabbed him in the back with his hand.

Crack!

“Kraaaah!”

Dan Ja-gang screamed in pain.

He looked down in shock at his chest. He saw a pure white hand sticking out, covered in black blood.

“Kuh… kuh-ugh…?”

He made a sound like air escaping.

Dan Ja-gang couldn’t believe what was happening. He turned around, shaking, and looked back. When he saw the man who had stabbed him, his face filled with terror.

“Thi…..”

Dan Ja-gang’s voice trembled. It was hard to believe this was the same person. But his voice was so clear that even the Mount Hua disciples could hear it.

“Second… Second Envoy….”

The man called the Second Envoy clicked his tongue and said,

“This is why I don’t like you young ones.”

Crack!

The man pushed his arm even further into Dan Ja-gang’s chest. Dan Ja-gang’s mouth opened wide, as if it would tear apart.

Dan Ja-gang, who had been releasing powerful demonic energy, was now being easily defeated by this man who had suddenly appeared.

Baek Cheon didn’t understand what was happening. He turned to Chung Myung and saw something even more shocking.

Chung Myung’s face, which never showed fear, was now as white as a sheet.

“Celes….”

A voice, as if he were possessed, came from Chung Myung’s mouth.

“Celestial Killer….”