Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 475

Chung Myung rushed ahead.

The blizzard was strong again, making it hard to see. But Chung Myung saw one dark spot far away.

He wondered, ‘What is that?’

It was hard to catch up.

Even using his fast moves, he wasn’t much faster than the other person. That person was fast too.

He thought angrily, ‘That person…’

Chung Myung’s eyes became cold with anger, like the winter wind.

He pushed off the ground hard, snow flying up. Chung Myung shot forward like a fast arrow.

The snow was like a wall, but Chung Myung didn’t stop. He ran right through it.

Soon, the distance between the man in black and Chung Myung rapidly closed.

The man in black, who had been running ahead, turned his head. He felt someone coming fast behind him.

He could clearly see Chung Myung running towards him with his sword drawn.

“⋯⋯.”

A strange light flickered for a moment in the man’s emotionless eyes.

Just as he was about to put more strength into his legs.

Whizz!

A chilling sound tore into his ears. A crescent-shaped sword energy, cutting through the blizzard, entered the startled man’s vision.

The sword energy, which possessed an extraordinary aura at first glance, flew towards him with a terrifying momentum, as if to cut his body in two.

“Kuh!”

The man, unable to control his running speed, rolled on the ground and barely avoided the sword energy.

When he raised his head after rolling several times on the snowfield, the first thing he saw was the feet of his opponent standing in front of him.

“⋯⋯.”

“Get up.”

At the cold voice, the man slowly raised his head. And he stared at Chung Myung’s face, which was as cold as if it had been covered with a layer of ice.

“⋯⋯.”

“Get up. Tell me why you were listening to us. Wait… before that…”

A chill settled in Chung Myung’s eyes.

“Are you… a member of the Demonic Sect?”

“Kuh.”

The man, upon hearing the words ‘Demonic Sect,’ chuckled quietly. Then, he slowly stood up and faced Chung Myung.

A chilling aura flowed from his eyes, which were revealed through the mask covering his face.

“So, you’re from the Central Plains.”

“⋯⋯.”

“You shouldn’t have followed me.”

Crack!

The man’s hands began to turn black beneath his sleeves. And soon, they created a strange noise.

Chung Myung looked at the hands, his eyes getting darker. He whispered, ‘Black Demon Hand.’

The man in black flinched for a moment. Considering how calm he had been until now, it was a distinctly different reaction.

“How did you…?”

The corners of Chung Myung’s lips curled up at his question.

“So, you are a member of the Demonic Sect.”

It was the moment when doubt turned into certainty. The man in black frowned and spoke as if chewing on his words.

“Don’t say that name with your dirty mouth!”

And he immediately rushed forward and swung his black hand towards Chung Myung’s face.

Clang!

But the hand was neatly blocked by Chung Myung’s plum blossom sword, which was half-drawn.

“You bastard!”

Scratch!

The hand, which had become harder than metal, scraped against the sword’s blade. Chung Myung twisted his lips and infused his inner strength into the sword. Red sword energy soared and cut off the man in black’s hand.

The man in black, as if he had never imagined that his hand would be cut by the sword, hurriedly retreated. Blood flowing from his hand dripped onto the snow.

A fierce murderous intent settled in the eyes of the man in black.

But Chung Myung still asked in a chilling voice.

“Why are you Demonic Sect here in the North?”

“⋯⋯.”

“Fine. I didn’t think you’d answer anyway. You’re all the same.”

People with strong beliefs don’t change easily. Especially if they really believe in something.

The man in black’s eyes narrowed.

“You speak as if you know the Demonic Sect very well?”

“⋯⋯I know it well.”

Chung Myung raised one corner of his lip.

Chung Myung tried not to smile, but a strange smile came anyway. He felt twisted inside, with many feelings all mixed up.

Chung Myung smiled, showing his teeth. He said, ‘I know them too well. I’m sick of them. Get ready to die. It’s my welcome gift.’

The man in black.

The Demonic Sect member’s eyes flashed blue behind his mask.

“You still talking? Let’s see if you can talk with no head!”

The Demonic Sect member charged straight at Chung Myung.

He attacked like lightning.

Fast and strong, like a beast jumping from dark water.

Swish!

Chung Myung, having fully drawn his sword, lightly slashed downwards. The sword’s blade, receiving the sunlight, shone white.

Meanwhile, the man’s hand became a black blur. Suddenly, many black hand shapes appeared, like wolves attacking.

Chung Myung easily blocked all the hands. His sword moved so fast, it was like he was cutting down birds in flight.

“What….”

The Demonic Sect member’s eyes, wide open, trembled violently.

It was impossible.

Just how fast could one wield a sword to make something like that possible?

But there was no time to be surprised, no room to admire.

Chung Myung, having shattered the palm shadows, began to fly straight towards him.

“Tch!”

The Demonic Sect member gritted his teeth and swung his hand. His hand, which had turned as black as ink, surged forward towards Chung Myung’s front, imbued with a chilling energy.

Clang!

The moment the sword and hand collided, a metallic sound, as if metal and metal were clashing, echoed out.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sword and hand collided repeatedly in the air. But while Chung Myung’s sword did not have a single scratch, the Demonic Sect member’s black hand had long, torn wounds every time it collided with Chung Myung’s sword.

“Damn it!”

The Demonic Sect member’s eyes widened as he saw his hand cut. He tried to pull back, but Chung Myung was too fast.

“Aaargh!”

The man screamed and swung his other hand. It was a powerful attack, meant to rot flesh. But Chung Myung blocked it easily with his sword. *Scratch!* The sword moved up the man’s arm like a snake. *Slicing. Slicing.* The sword cut deep into his arm. Blood poured out. But the man still tried to attack, reaching for Chung Myung’s face.

Chung Myung turned in a flash and moved so fast he was suddenly right in front of the cultist, almost in his arms.

Wham!

The end of the sword’s hilt slammed directly into the cultist’s jaw. A fountain of blood erupted from his mouth as he was flung back like a kicked ball.

Plop.

The cultist, now sprawled on the ground, trembled as he tried to rise. Chung Myung, watching his difficult struggle, spoke in a voice devoid of emotion.

“Weak.”

“……”

“Much weaker than you used to be.”

“… …Once?”

Chung Myung didn’t bother to answer.

“Pathetic. You’re nothing but lost dogs without your Heavenly Demon. Worthless.”

The cultist glared at Chung Myung, his eyes bloodshot. Chung Myung smirked.

“Your god is gone. Why are you still hanging around like ghosts?”

“Kheu… ….”

The cultist sighed, a sound that was like both a groan and a laugh mixed together.

“I don’t know where you picked up such nonsense… … but you know nothing.”

“……”

“He *will* return! No… *WE* will bring him back! *We* will!”

“Madman.”

“Heavenly Demon Reincarnation! Myriad Demons Worship!”

He roared like a man possessed and charged at Chung Myung once more.

“Dieeee!”

He swung his hand, now entirely black up to the elbow, with savage abandon. The attack was so obvious and easy to see coming, it was almost funny.

“Idiot!”

Chung Myung’s Plum Blossom Sword lashed out at the incoming hand. But the moment the sword met flesh, a surge of demonic energy erupted from the cultist’s hand, and he seized the blade.

Crack!

The razor-sharp edge tore and slashed at his hand. Yet the cultist didn’t flinch, as if he felt no pain. Instead, he pressed down on the sword, closing the distance between himself and Chung Myung.

A moment of utter desperation.

But Chung Myung’s eyes were like chips of ice. They showed no fear, only a chilling ruthlessness that seemed to deepen with each attack.

Shwick!

A crimson aura erupted from the sword, cleanly severing the hand that gripped the blade. The severed hand bounced into the air, and black blood splattered across the snow.

But the cultist, seemingly oblivious to the loss of his hand, charged forward like an enraged bull, his sights set solely on Chung Myung.

Whoosh!

Dark demonic energy swirled around his remaining left hand. The force with which he slashed through the air was immense, like a beam of black light.

Thud!

Chung Myung stamped hard against the ground and swung his sword into the air.

Shwack!

With a sound like tearing silk, the cultist’s left arm was severed from his shoulder.

“Dieeee!”

Even after losing a hand and an arm, the cultist’s fury showed no signs of abating. If anything, the madness in his eyes burned brighter, and a fleck of foam appeared at the corner of his mouth. His roars were raw and animalistic. There was no reason left in him as he lunged at Chung Myung.

His remaining hand flailed wildly, desperately trying to reach its target.

It was a stark reminder of how far a human could go when they no longer feared death.

One.

Fwoosh!

A beam of light pierced through the gaps between the afterimages.

“Keuk.”

The sword, now stained black and lodged in the center of his chest, was withdrawn even faster than it had been thrust. It pierced the cultist’s chest again and again.

Shwick! Shwick! Shwick!

Even as Chung Myung moved so fast he seemed to be everywhere at once, his Plum Blossom Sword struck like a viper, tearing into the cultist.

Despite the dozen or so holes now riddling his chest, the cultist showed no sign of slowing his charge.

Rather…

Thunk!

The moment Chung Myung’s sword pierced his stomach area, the cultist’s eyes gleamed, and he lunged forward. He intended to drive the sword completely into his own body, immobilizing Chung Myung.

No sane person would even consider such a move.

But the one he faced was hardly normal. Chung Myung had seen such tactics countless times before.

With utterly indifferent eyes, Chung Myung brought his foot down on the cultist’s shin.

Crack!

The cultist staggered as his shinbone snapped clean through.

“Keuk… ….”

Shwick.

The sword, withdrawn from his stomach area, sliced through his thigh, and the cultist could no longer support himself with mere willpower.

Thud!

The cultist collapsed to his knees.

His face, swollen and bruised, trembled visibly even beneath the mask. One hand was severed in half, the other arm was gone from the shoulder.

A dozen holes riddled his chest, and each breath brought a gurgling rush of blood.

He bore wounds that should have killed him ten times over, yet the cultist still clung to life. His body limp and drained of strength, he lowered his head and muttered something repeatedly.

“… …Reincarnation. Myriad Demons Worship… ….”

Chung Myung’s face twisted in disgust.

“Heaven… …ly Demon… …Reincarnation. My… …riad De… …mons… ….”

Clench.

Chung Myung gripped his sword so tightly his knuckles turned white, and he stared down at the cultist with chilling eyes. In the past, he would have simply cut off his head, but now his sword trembled with hesitation.

“Heavenly Demon… …Reincarnation… ….”

Finally, the cultist’s head dropped forward.

He breathed his last, still kneeling. The blizzard slowly began to cover his cooling body.

Chung Myung took a deep breath, the cold air filling his lungs. Then, he flicked his sword with a touch of irritation, scattering the blood before sheathing it.

‘Bloody hell.’

Just then, a loud voice boomed from behind him.

“Chung Myung-ah!”

Chung Myung turned around.

Baek Cheon and his party were rushing towards him.

“Are you alright? You… ….”

Baek Cheon, about to say something more as he drew closer, suddenly fell silent.

The sight of the mangled corpse before Chung Myung robbed him of words.

“… …Who is this?”

“A cultist.”

“… ….”

Baek Cheon understood the situation at once.

This wasn’t the result of a cruel opponent. The one who fought until he became like that was the one who wasn’t right in the head.

“So they really existed… ….”

Everyone’s face hardened with tension.

Chung Myung turned his gaze back to the cultist, staring silently.

‘Nothing’s changed.’

They still fanatically worship the Heavenly Demon. Even after a hundred years since his death.

‘Reincarnation, is it… ….’

Chung Myung spat out the word, his gaze fixed on the gruesome corpse.

“Get a good look.”

“… ….”

“Because you’re going to be seeing a lot more of this.”

A chill, colder than the winds of the Northern Sea, pierced the hearts of the Mount Hua disciples.