Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 522

“Look out!”

At Chung Myung’s shout, Yiseol grabbed the sword at her waist and threw it to Chung Myung.

The Amhyang Mae Hwa Sword spun gracefully and landed in Chung Myung’s hand.

Thud.

Chung Myung stopped showing his anger and looked at Yoon Jong.

“Sahyung.”

“…Huh?”

“You must have been really scared.”

Yoon Jong stared at him, dazed.

Was this… concern?

“Yeah. I almost died for real… Thank you so much…”

Yoon Jong’s legs still felt weak. ‘I really thought that was it,’ he thought, his heart still racing.

“Whoa, I forgot for a second that I didn’t have a sword. I was surprised for a moment too. Luckily, I used my power just in time. If I had been any later, Sahyung’s neck would have been sliced clean off, you know?”

“……”

What, you little rascal?

Sweat poured down Yoon Jong’s body. He suddenly felt like he had been to the gates of hell and back.

“…Oh, Primordial Celestial Lord.”

“Hey, you should be thanking Chung Myung, not praying now!”

“Just shut up, will you… just…”

Yoon Jong weakly scolded Jo Gul and wiped the sweat from his face.

It was strange.

Nothing about the situation had changed; only that Chung Myung had finished using his Qi. Yet, he felt like all his strength had left him. He knew it wasn’t time to relax yet.

But that wasn’t just Yoon Jong’s feeling.

The atmosphere had definitely changed.

Just one person standing up had stopped the Demonic Sect disciples, who had been attacking like a fierce wave.

They were all staring at Chung Myung.

“Hmm.”

Chung Myung looked at the Mount Hua disciples. Seeing them wounded, his eyes narrowed slightly.

“Tsk.”

You couldn’t understand how scary the Demonic Sect was until you saw it yourself. There was no way to describe their madness.

That was why he had done this on purpose.

However…

All emotion vanished from Chung Myung’s face.

Sreeeung.

The Amhyang Mae Hwa Sword was slowly drawn. The sword was pure white and gleamed like ice in the dim light of the hall.

It looked impressive, but the people watching were mostly afraid.

One of the Demonic Sect disciples frowned.

‘What is this?’

He was just a brat who had finished using his Qi. They had been targeting him because they thought he might have the Ice Jade.

So why had everyone stopped? Even himself.

He realized that he was staring at Chung Myung, doing nothing. He didn’t know why.

He moved his lips, saying the usual words to start the attack.

“Heavenly Demon…”

Wham!

But he heard the sound of tearing air.

‘What?’

Then he realized something was wrong.

He couldn’t speak, as if his mouth had frozen shut.

He had wanted to speak aloud, not just think it. But his mouth wouldn’t open, and no sound came out.

All he could do was think.

‘Why….’

Soon, his vision blurred.

He panicked and tried to move his hands, but he couldn’t feel anything.

The world tilted.

Even as the world turned upside down, and he saw a familiar body, he didn’t realize he was dying. Then, he lost consciousness.

Thud.

The severed head fell to the ground.

The Demonic Sect disciples widened their eyes in disbelief.

“What….”

One sword.

It was just one sword.

With a single swing, the young Taoist had instantly beheaded their leader without any resistance.

The Demonic Sect disciples began to stir and panic for the first time. A cold fear started to spread among them. They had never felt this kind of pressure from a young Taoist before.

But Chung Myung spoke quietly, his expression unchanged.

“Keep spouting nonsense.”

The beheaded man could no longer say the words to call upon the Heavenly Demon.

Chung Myung glared at the head on the floor with chilling eyes. He was angry that he dared to say the words of the Heavenly Demon. He thought the man was lucky to only lose his head.

Scritch.

The tip of the Amhyang Mae Hwa Sword lightly scratched the floor.

The grating sound was like a warning.

“There’s no need to worry.”

The corners of his lips twisted upwards.

“Because you will never die that easily.”

Wham!

Chung Myung kicked off the ground and charged towards the Demonic Sect disciple at the front like lightning.

Chung Myung’s eyes were like blue flames, burning with rage. His murderous intent was so strong, it felt like a physical force pushing against the Demonic Sect disciples.

The Demonic Sect disciple swung both hands at him. The long, claw-shaped weapons seemed like they would tear Chung Myung’s body to shreds.

‘Foolish!’

This was just a reckless charge without thinking about a counterattack.

At least, that’s what the Demonic Sect disciple thought. And he was almost right. His claws almost reached Chung Myung’s body.

Suddenly.

Chung Myung’s Amhyang Mae Hwa Sword shot out straight forward.

The sword moved through the gaps in the claws.

Joy filled the eyes of the Demonic Sect disciple.

The people he had fought so far would have retreated, exposing their weaknesses. But the Demonic Sect disciples didn’t care about being stabbed.

If they could tear their opponent apart in exchange for a sword, they would do it.

“Die….”

But at that moment.

Brrrr.

Chung Myung’s sword tip seemed to tremble slightly, then began to sway wildly from side to side.

Thung! Thwoong!

The sword moved between the Demonic Sect disciple’s hands, aiming for his wrists. The Demonic Sect disciple’s arms were knocked away.

‘What?’

No matter how strong his energy was, it was useless if his arms weren’t in place.

Thwack!

Chung Myung’s sword pierced into the Demonic Sect disciple’s chest.

“Kuk….”

The Demonic Sect disciple opened his mouth, his eyes blazing with anger.

“I’ll kill yo….”

But he couldn’t finish his words.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

The sword moved quickly, piercing the Demonic Sect disciple’s chest more than a dozen times.

The Demonic Sect disciple’s mouth gaped open in pain.

Crack!

The Amhyang Mae Hwa Sword was thrust into his mouth.

“Keureuk….”

The sword went through his mouth and out the back of his neck. The Demonic Sect disciple’s body hung limply on the end of the sword.

Chung Myung stared at the dying man, his eyes empty.

And.

Wham!

He swung the sword and kicked the Demonic Sect disciple’s body away.

Thwaaang!

The Demonic Sect disciple’s body flew away.

Blood exploded outwards, like red paint thrown against a wall, as pieces of the body ripped apart.

The Demonic Sect disciples moved to the side as their comrade’s body flew towards them.

And that was a mistake.

Chung Myung jumped up from behind the body, like a predator attacking its prey.

The Demonic Sect disciple saw Chung Myung’s eyes staring at him.

His eyes were empty. But behind that, there was a fierce anger that made him feel cold.

His whole body froze.

Wham!

Chung Myung’s sword flew towards his neck.

But he leaned back and dodged it.

However.

Scratch.

The area below his Adam’s apple was cut open.

He felt pain, which meant he was alive. He felt his blood run cold.

However.

Chung Myung’s sword stopped in mid-air.

Brrrr.

The tip seemed to tremble, then began to shoot out plum blossom sword energy as red as blood.

The plum blossoms fell on the Demonic Sect disciple like rain.

The petals pierced the Demonic Sect disciple’s body.

Scratch! Scratch! Scratch! Scratch!

He could hear the sound of the petals piercing his body. He couldn’t block or avoid them.

The Demonic Sect disciple collapsed to the floor.

“……”

Each time his heart beat, blood gushed out from his neck.

White steam rose from the hot blood. The air turned cold.

Wham!

The blood splattered from the tip of the sword, turning the stone floor red.

Three.

In an instant, three Demonic Sect disciples were dead.

The Demonic Sect disciples had been killing the Bingungdo clan members and almost defeated the Mount Hua disciples. But now, their heads were cut off and their bodies were destroyed in just a few moments.

The air was colder than the blizzard outside.

Chung Myung’s voice broke the silence.

“It seems you’ve been enjoying yourselves until now.”

Chung Myung bared his teeth and smirked.

“Now you know who the prey is.”

Throb.

The Demonic Sect disciples gritted their teeth.

The anger coming from the young man felt like it would tear their skin apart.

“Why are you so scared?”

Chung Myung’s eyes flashed.

“You’re all going to die anyway.”

Splash.

Chung Myung stepped on the blood on the floor.

Hae Yeon and Yu Yiseol moved out of his way. Chung Myung was only looking at the Demonic Sect disciples beyond Baek Cheon.

Chung Myung stood in front of the Demonic Sect disciples. They gripped their swords tightly.

“……”

Baek Cheon bit his lip.

‘I can’t get in the way.’

With his skills, he couldn’t help Chung Myung.

“Sasook!”

“Huh?”

Chung Myung called out. But Chung Myung continued without turning his head. He sounded normal.

“Sago! Sahyung! Soso!”

“Understood!”

“Yes, Sahyung!”

“Support the rear. Don’t let a single one escape!”

“Got it!”

“Yes!”

“What are you doing, you bald monk!”

“Ah, I understand!”

The Mount Hua disciples formed ranks around Chung Myung.

Chung Myung waited and then spoke with an amused voice.

“They seem to have forgotten because they’re stupid, so let’s make them remember from now on.”

He chuckled and then shouted.

“Where did we throw those Demonic Sect bastards into hell?!”

The Mount Hua disciples tensed.

Mount Hua.

The Mount Hua disciples’ eyes were different. They knew what that meant.

There were many sects in the world, but the Demonic Sect only feared one.

The sacrifice of Mount Hua was their pride.

Sometimes they hated it, and sometimes they were proud. But that sacrifice was now supporting them.

“Are you ready?”

“Perfect!”

“Then….”

Chung Myung smirked.

“Let’s go! Kill them all!”

“Woo-raaah!”

Chung Myung charged forward. His martial siblings followed him.

The cold land of the Northern Sea.

Amidst the dark energy of the Demonic Sect disciples, the plum blossoms of Mount Hua bloomed red.