Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1585

Heads burst one after another with a ‘Paaah!’ sound.

The surging blue flame was more dangerous and deadly than it looked.

It moved unpredictably, destroying everything in its path.

This was Jang Il-so’s special move: Azure Flame Slaughter.

He had practiced it in many fights, and now, in the middle of battle, it showed how strong it was.

Kaaang!

The flame stopped a sword attack. Then, it spun around and cut into the enemy’s chest, cruel like a dragon’s claws.

Kwaddeudeuk!

A man fell forward with a torn chest. The flame crushed the back of his head as he fell.

Persuk!

The flame grew bigger, like it was enjoying itself.

“Jang Il-soooo!”

A sword came at Jang Il-so’s face, fast as lightning.

But Jang Il-so calmly moved his head and stepped forward.

Kwaduk!

He grabbed the swordsman’s face with a large hand.

Kwaaaak!

Then, he crushed the man’s face. The Joint Sword Master, in pain, grabbed Jang Il-so’s wrist.

“Kuh… Kuh-heuk…”

“Remember this,”

Persuk!

Jang Il-so crushed his face completely, speaking politely but coldly.

“Against opponents stronger than I.”

Paaht!

Jang Il-so moved his sleeve. The neck of a man charging at him was cut by the sleeve’s edge.

Puuuuh!

Blood flew everywhere, making a thick red fog around Jang Il-so. It was a terrible scene, like something from a nightmare.

“You can’t just attack straight at me,” Jang Il-so said.

Inside the red fog, you could see Jang Il-so’s grin.

Paaht!

He jumped into the air and landed among those trying to attack his neck. His sleeves moved like red butterfly wings.

Kwaduk!

His fist hit a Peng clansman in the chest. Blood came out of the man’s back, but Jang Il-so whispered in his ear,

“Oh dear… Does it hurt?”

Paaaht!

Jang Il-so cut the Peng clansman in half with his arm, ending his life.

Hot blood flew into the air again.

Shwaeeeeek!

The other fighters, crazed, kept attacking. They wanted to cut Jang Il-so into pieces.

Kagang! Kagagang!

Their swords hit Jang Il-so’s wrist ornaments and bounced off. His strong wrist easily blocked the attacks.

“Dieeee!”

The Peng clan swordsmen and Joint Sword Masters didn’t stop. They couldn’t turn their backs on Jang Il-so.

Like madmen, they screamed and charged at him.

Jang Il-so smiled cruelly.

“Not enough.”

Paaaaht!

Then, many streaks of lightning shot from his fingers.

“Keuk!”

“Kraaah!”

They felt something tear through their bodies. Those hit in the head died. Others screamed in pain.

Something twisted inside them, tearing everything apart.

Kagang!

Finally, the things that had pierced them fell to the ground. Everyone stared at the bloody rings.

“That’s not enough!”

Hweeiiiing!

Jang Il-so swung his hand. Sharp claws tore apart the bodies of those in pain.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere. Jang Il-so laughed wildly, covered in blood.

“Hahaha! Hahahahaha! Like slaughtered pigs! Ahahahahahahaha! More! Come closer! Quickly!”

It was a strange and cruel martial art.

Jang Il-so never let anyone live.

His laughter and clothes made him unforgettable. Those who saw him had two choices.

Die with his madness in their eyes, or kill him and stop the madness.

A Peng clansman’s sword moved toward him, filled with fear.

He felt trapped and had to move forward, facing a never-ending cliff. He felt despair.

“Hwaaaa!”

The Peng clansman swung his sword.

Kaang! Seogeok!

The sword missed Jang Il-so’s ornaments and cut his arm.

It was a small wound, but it drew blood.

“Ah… Ah?”

Chaeng!

The sword broke and stuck in the man’s neck.

He died like the others, but differently.

Everyone saw that strike.

The Peng clan would remember the man who wounded Jang Il-so. It was an honor!

Hope came back to those who were losing hope.

“Ooooooh!”

They charged at Jang Il-so with desire in their eyes.

Sword after sword! Blade after blade!

Their attacks were filled with hatred, far from the righteous path they talked about.

“Yes.”

Jang Il-so looked at the attacks coming at him with a twisted face, both happy and disgusted.

“This is what it is.”

Kwaang!

He stepped forward, and the ornaments pierced through the attackers like paper.

“Kraaaah!”

Holes appeared in their bodies. They screamed. Blood splattered on Jang Il-so’s face.

“Aaaargh!”

Some, filled with anger, kept fighting. A sword cut Jang Il-so’s cheek, and another tore his shoulder.

But Jang Il-so didn’t react. He just smiled with madness.

Those who fell, those who sat in pain, those who forgot what they were doing, all pushed toward Jang Il-so.

“Hahaha!”

Jang Il-so laughed.

These were the righteous people who had criticized him. The nobles who looked down on everyone else.

Teok!

Jang Il-so grabbed an enemy’s face.

Why couldn’t they understand?

They looked down on others because they had everything. If they wanted something, they would be just as bad as anyone else.

Paaaht!

Jang Il-so’s sleeve cut through the air, slicing those around him in half.

He watched carefully.

Their eyes, once full of hate, now showed emptiness. They couldn’t accept that they had to die here.

Resentment, sadness, and fear filled their eyes.

But they still wanted something.

Jang Il-so had seen it many times and would see it again. It would never change.

He stepped on the bodies of the dead, walking on their faces.

He was just moving forward.

But others saw it as cruel, cold, and like a hunter who is relaxed after a kill.

“Why so glum?”

Jang Il-so raised his hand.

His blood mixed with the blood of others.

He touched his cheek, smearing the blood.

He smiled with a ghostly look and whispered,

“I am here. Hurry and kill me to get what you want.”

At that moment.

Shwaeeeeek!

Black shadows flew above the fighters. Jang Il-so’s eyes changed. These were not the same as before.

“Paeguuuuun!”

Red and blue energy surged toward Jang Il-so.

Jang Il-so quickly moved back.

Kwagagagak! Kwagak!

The energy tore up the ground and swept away the bodies.

“Ha?”

Jang Il-so’s eyes flashed.

Paaaah!

His rings flew again.

Kaang! Kaaang! Kaang!

But these opponents were strong. The Joint Faction and Peng Clan elites blocked the rings.

The Joint Faction elders were pushed back because swords were lighter than blades.

The Peng Clan elites charged at Jang Il-so like tigers.

Jang Il-so’s eyes turned blue!

Kwaaaaaang!

Suddenly, Jang Il-so was thrown backward.

“Heok!”

“Wh-what?”

The Peng Clan elites stopped, confused.

Golden energy appeared, throwing Jang Il-so back.

It was Shaolin’s Buddhist power.

“A-mi-ta-bul!”

A Buddhist cry shook the earth.

Beopjeong appeared where Jang Il-so had been. He stared at Jang Il-so with a heavy gaze.

“Paegun, stop.”

It was a strange scene.

Bodies and weapons were everywhere, and Jang Il-so was on the ground, covered in blood. It didn’t fit.

“Ha…”

Jang Il-so spoke weakly.

He sat up and looked at Beopjeong.

“This…”

Blood flowed from his mouth.

“It’s quite a loss of face, isn’t it?”

Jang Il-so’s eyes flashed with anger.

Beopjeong, the Abbot of Shaolin, and Jang Il-so, the Lord of Maninbang, faced each other on the bloody ground.