Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1067

His gentle face broke like glass. It wasn’t a loud crash, but a slow cracking, like ice splitting. The calm mask disappeared. Underneath, raw hate showed itself. Chung Myung watched Thousand Killing’s face twist and then burst out laughing. His laughter was loud and sharp, echoing in the tense silence.

The reason Chung Myung wasn’t fooled by the lie, which was so good he almost believed it, was very simple.

‘He wouldn’t do that.’

Because he knew what kind of person Thousand Killing was.

The Thousand Killing that Chung Myung remembered was someone who showed no mercy to enemies or allies alike. Thousand Killing was his name, and it fit. He hated everyone and wanted to kill.

Even if a hundred years had passed, that wouldn’t have changed. But would Thousand Killing willingly let everyone go and retreat for such a small reason?

‘What a ridiculous sound.’

Then there was only one reason. There was a reason why he had to let them live, saying things he didn’t even mean.

And if you thought about that, everything became easy to understand.

“Why? Am I wrong?”

Chung Myung laughed in a mean way. He was trying to make Thousand Killing angry, but Thousand Killing seemed to calm down quickly. It seemed that the hundred years hadn’t been wasted after all.

But Chung Myung had no reason to be disappointed. He had already found out what he needed to know.

The answer to the question that had been bothering Chung Myung.

How exactly was the Heavenly Demon returning to the world?

‘It’s no different from me.’

Something he could guess but couldn’t be sure of. The answer to that question was in Thousand Killing’s reaction now.

“Returning?”

Chung Myung chuckled.

“I’m curious. Is that really something you know and are saying? Or…”

Chung Myung’s smile stabbed at Thousand Killing without mercy.

“Is it just a belief without any basis?”

The expression disappeared from Thousand Killing’s face. He looked empty, like someone who lost their leader they believed in completely. But Chung Myung could read it well enough in that face.

Chung Myung had also returned from death.

Think about this: Before Chung Myung knew who he was, he lived as Cho Sam in this world.

Cho Sam became Chung Myung at some point.

The important thing is this point.

What if the Heavenly Demon went through the same thing as Chung Myung?

‘The Heavenly Demon… might be living in this world as an unknown peasant.’

What if he was attacked by the Demonic Sect in that state? What if the Demonic Sect members, who couldn’t recognize him as the Heavenly Demon, attacked him?

Would the Heavenly Demon, facing a crisis, become himself again and awaken like Chung Myung? Or would he just die as an unknown commoner without ever awakening?

It was impossible to know. What was certain was that they couldn’t be sure that the second thing wouldn’t happen.

And… from Thousand Killing’s reaction, they had no way to find him until the Heavenly Demon awakened.

Unlike some groups who have special ways to find someone reborn, the Demonic Sect had no way to find their leader. They just had to wait.

‘So the Demonic Sect can never attack the Central Plains.’

The Demonic Sect members, who couldn’t confirm the existence of the Heavenly Demon, could never kill anyone. The only ones they could kill were those who had already lived before the Heavenly Demon died.

But how many of those people were left in the world now?

The more time passed, the more the Demonic Sect members had to stop killing. They might end up killing the Heavenly Demon who would be resurrected by their own hands, a terrible situation that should never happen from the Demonic Sect’s point of view.

That was a great sin that those who supported the Heavenly Demon could never repay, even if they died and were resurrected a hundred or even a thousand times. That’s why someone like Thousand Killing had rushed all the way here.

To stop Danjagang’s slaughter.

Thousand Killing was too important to travel all the way here just to stop a young bishop named Danjagang. What Thousand Killing was trying to stop was not Danjagang’s going against orders, but the act of massacre itself.

“Chuckle chuckle chuckle.”

Chung Myung laughed in disbelief.

“It must have been difficult.”

“…”

“You have to say that you have to kill everyone living in the Central Plains, but you can’t let them kill anyone. Could there be anything more ridiculous than this?”

Thousand Killing’s face was horribly twisted.

“Yeah. It must have been difficult to say. Saying that the Heavenly Demon might be living as a commoner somewhere is denying that the Heavenly Demon is perfect. I understand the hardship of having to support someone who is not perfect as if he is perfect.”

“Shut up…”

“Poor you. I thought your problem was just waiting for a long time…”

Chung Myung cackled.

“To think you have to live a sad life where you can’t even lift a finger even with the enemies who killed your leader right in front of you.”

“You son of a…!”

Thousand Killing screamed with a face distorted like a fierce ghost, but Chung Myung didn’t even blink. He just kept making fun of him.

Chung Myung alone knew, even if everyone else didn’t, what the Heavenly Demon meant to the Demonic Sect members.

Even if there was a tiny chance that killing Chung Myung would harm the Heavenly Demon, they couldn’t dare to touch him.

Faith beyond common sense. That was the essence of the Demonic Sect.

“Are you angry?”

That’s why Chung Myung made fun of them. Those pitiful fanatics, those foolish people who knew the Heavenly Demon so well but didn’t understand his essence at all.

Step.

Chung Myung approached Thousand Killing. Past Baek Cheon, past Un Geom, without hesitation.

And the faces of the Mount Hua disciples who saw that scene began to turn blue.

‘That, that…’

‘That crazy bastard!’

But no one dared to stop him. To interfere in the fight between Chung Myung and Thousand Killing was impossible for them now.

Not knowing what the people watching from behind were feeling, Chung Myung just walked calmly.

Step.

And finally, he stood in front of Thousand Killing. No, it was not enough to just say in front. Chung Myung stood face to face with Thousand Killing at a distance where they could almost touch each other and twisted up the corners of his lips.

“Then try killing me.”

“Ugh…”

“Try killing me.”

Thousand Killing’s body began to tremble. He couldn’t handle the extremely high anger himself.

He had probably crushed Chung Myung’s head and killed him hundreds of times in his mind. But Thousand Killing’s hand didn’t move in the end.

This man was Thousand Killing.

A man born to kill, who instinctively sought blood and death. For him, not killing was like a person not drinking when they were burning with thirst.

Thousand Killing had not drunk a single drop of water for over a hundred years.

A terrible faith. No, at this point, the word amazing was more appropriate.

“Why?”

But to Chung Myung, that faith meant nothing.

Chung Myung whispered softly in Thousand Killing’s ear. Like a devil tempting a holy person.

“Wanna try killing me?”

“…”

“Hee hee hee hee.”

Thousand Killing couldn’t even move, fearing that Chung Myung might die from his killing intent. He couldn’t even unleash his killing intent as much as he wanted. Chung Myung made fun of him fiercely.

“Why? Can’t you do it?”

Thousand Killing’s hand twitched. His hand, trembling pitifully, moved violently for a moment before returning to its place. Bloody tears flowed down his red-hot eyes.

“This dirty… dirty non-believer…”

“Yeah. I’m a dirty non-believer.”

Chung Myung smiled, revealing his teeth.

“And you’re a cripple who can’t even kill one non-believer who’s worse than a fly.”

Chung Myung’s mean words were clear in Thousand Killing’s eyes.

“Isn’t that right?”

Thousand Killing glared at Chung Myung with a face distorted like a demon. Red blood seeped out between his flushed lips. It wasn’t blood from biting his lips, but internal injuries from the strain of holding back his anger and from getting old.

At that moment, Chung Myung reached out and grabbed Thousand Killing by the collar.

“Listen carefully. You crippled bastard.”

Chung Myung pulled Thousand Killing’s head close to him and roared, glaring at him.

“Don’t act so important when you can’t even do anything. Just leave. Just breathing in the same place as you Demonic Sect bastards makes me want to vomit.”

“Kk… euk…”

After speaking, Chung Myung pushed away Thousand Killing.

Thousand Killing retreated again without even resisting. His face, mixed with anger, hatred, and humiliation, was quite a sight. Thousand Killing opened his mouth with difficulty, gritting his teeth.

“You… you will definitely…”

A terrible curse flowed out.

“You will definitely regret this. On the day that He comes, I will personally tear you apart without leaving a single piece of flesh. No! I will make you beg me to kill you!! Definitely! Definitely! I will bet everything I have! I will hurt you and Mount Hua terribly! Definitely!”

“…”

“I will find you no matter where in the world you run away to, and I will make you neither dead nor alive! Remember, disciple of Mount Hua! You will know how deep and dark the Demonic Sect’s anger is!”

A living hatred was vividly conveyed to Chung Myung. But Chung Myung just coldly made fun of him even after hearing the words full of hate, like they came from hell.

“Oh, really?”

A smile lingered in his eyes as he looked at Thousand Killing.

“There’s one thing you’re misunderstanding.”

“…”

“You don’t need to bother finding us. If the day ever comes when that Heavenly Demon bastard returns and you set foot on the Central Plains again.”

A cold declaration flowed from Chung Myung’s mouth.

“You will have to face me and Mount Hua first.”

The hateful eyes of Thousand Killing and the cold gaze of Chung Myung tangled roughly in the air.

“So get lost now, you stupid bastard. Go back to your cold lands. There’s no one there. Wait for your Heavenly Demon to come back, maybe. Or maybe he won’t. Maybe you’ll just die waiting. That will be the only way to prove your faith.”

With those words, Chung Myung turned around without hesitation, not even waiting for a reply.

Even when Chung Myung showed him his back, Thousand Killing couldn’t even stretch out his hand once. He was just trembling as if he was about to explode at any moment.

“…What’s your name?”

In the midst of a terrible hatred that seemed to burst his brain, Thousand Killing barely asked.

Chung Myung didn’t even turn his head and let out a strange smile.

“Chung Myung.”

“…Chung Myung?”

“,,,”

“It’s a good thing for you, you stupid bastard. You’ll never forget it.”

Thousand Killing looked at Chung Myung’s back with cold eyes and nodded.

“The Demonic Sect… will remember you.”

The figure of Thousand Killing, glaring at Chung Myung with the eyes of a hellish demon, disappeared as if it had been an illusion.

The Mount Hua disciples, who finally felt that Thousand Killing’s presence had completely disappeared, slumped down on the spot.

Plop!

Baek Cheon, who had completely given up and slumped down, muttered with a blank face as he looked at Chung Myung, who was walking towards them calmly. It was a word that showed everyone’s feelings.

“That… that crazy psycho…”

No one dared to argue with that.