Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 841

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Splash.

A white silk shoe stepped into a pool of blood.

The man frowned, displeased when the blood stained the embroidered shoe.

“I really don’t like blood because of this,” he said.

Grimacing, Jang Il-so pulled his foot out and looked ahead. The annoyance on his face soon changed to joy.

He thought to himself, a smile playing on his lips. Power was beautiful, and red was the color of power.

“But… I do love the color red.”

The world was red. The smell of blood filled the air. The heat of the flames licked at his face. Everywhere he looked, it was red – blood on the ground, fire in the sky.

Only Jang Il-so was not red.

“Ugh… Hngh…”

Jang Il-so, in his white robes, turned towards the sound. A man with a severed arm and leg was groaning in a pool of his own blood.

Jang Il-so slowly walked to him, crouched down, and lightly touched the man’s forehead with his finger.

“Ja… Jang Il…”

The man’s body trembled like a leaf. His eyes were wide with fear, like a rabbit caught in a trap.

Even though he was dying, he was terrified when he met Jang Il-so’s eyes.

Jang Il-so leaned closer, his white robes stark against the red blood. “Scared?” he whispered, his voice soft but sharp.

Mo Song could only whimper, “H… Hngh…” His eyes darted around, trapped.

Jang Il-so clicked his tongue softly, a sound of false pity. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Too bad. If you’d listened when I was being nice, I wouldn’t have had to bother. You could have had it easy, you know. Glory, even.”

“…”

“What does it matter if one small sect disappears? You could have just joined me, enjoyed wealth, and lived well. How foolish.”

Tears of blood ran from the man’s eyes.

They had rejected the Evil Sect Alliance’s offer to become their dogs. But who would have thought that one rejection would lead to this terrible scene?

Everyone was dead. Not even an ant survived in this place.

The devils of the Myriad Man Clan, who had come without warning, killed everyone in the manor. Moments ago, they were laughing and talking. Now, these fiends killed them all.

“Ugh…”

The face of Mo Song, leader of the Ghost Mask Clan, was horribly twisted.

“Why… Why is this… Why…”

Jang Il-so smiled faintly. “Ah, I know, I know.”

“I know what you want to say. You want to say you didn’t really want to resist, right?”

“…”

“If we had just threatened you, you would have knelt down. If we had offered you special treatment, you would have licked my shoes. That’s what you want to say, right?”

Mo Song’s trembling head slowly nodded.

The sight of the blood-soaked man trembling was not pleasant, but Jang Il-so smiled brightly, as if he was enjoying it.

“Oh, you poor friend. Think about it. That’s your view. If I listened to everyone, I would spend all my time meeting evil sect leaders. Wouldn’t I?”

“…”

“There’s a simpler way. Listen carefully.”

Jang Il-so leaned close to Mo Song’s ear and whispered softly.

“You just have to destroy one place completely. And leave the bodies there. Then, before they rot, the rumors will spread quickly, won’t they? The Ghost Mask Clan, which rejected Jang Il-so’s offer, was wiped out. Other sects will suffer the same fate.”

“Ugh… Ugh…”

Mo Song’s body trembled.

Jang Il-so patted his shoulder. “Do you know why I’m telling you this?”

“Why… Why…?”

Jang Il-so smiled. “Because I’m grateful.”

“…”

“I don’t hate you. You haven’t done anything wrong. From my view, your sect was just the right size in the right place.”

Tears of blood, mixed with hatred, pain, and sorrow, flowed from Mo Song’s eyes, but Jang Il-so didn’t seem to care.

“Thanks to you, things will be easier. So go in peace. My group will be generous… Ugh. No, that’s a problem. Your body needs to rot here to mean something.”

“Ugh… Aargh!”

Mo Song, unable to contain his rage, lunged at Jang Il-so. But it failed. Jang Il-so grabbed Mo Song’s face as he crawled forward.

He tightened his grip, as if to crush it.

“Ugh… Kraaah…”

Mo Song grabbed Jang Il-so’s wrist with his one hand. But Jang Il-so didn’t move, and only tightened his grip on his face.

“Oh, dear. You don’t understand. I was going to let you die easily,” Jang Il-so said, with a ghastly smile, like a wolf showing its teeth.

“You still don’t know why you’re dying, do you?”

Crack. Crack!

“Ugh… Ugh…”

The blood vessels in Mo Song’s eyes burst. He scratched at Jang Il-so’s arm and struggled, but Jang Il-so didn’t even flinch.

“You have no strength and no sense, so it’s a mortal sin. Even someone like me has to be careful. What did you believe in, being so weak? If you thought the world would turn as you wanted, even though you were weak, you deserve to die.”

“Ugh!”

Thud!

A terrible sound rang out with a groan, and Mo Song’s body went limp. The crunch of bones echoed in the air.

“Tsk.”

Jang Il-so stood up and shook his hands as if they were dirty.

“Alliance Leader.”

Ho Gamyeong approached and stood at attention.

“The cleanup is done.”

“Hmm.”

Jang Il-so looked around. “It’s not messy enough. Make the bodies look more scattered and broken, like toys thrown aside by a cruel child.”

“I will.”

“Yes, yes.”

Jang Il-so nodded gently. “Give money to the nearby places. Apologize for startling them, and tell them that the Evil Sect Alliance will manage things better than these guys did.”

“Is that really needed? The people will have to do as they’re told.”

Jang Il-so clicked his tongue. “Gamyeong, you always say something lacking. War is about reducing enemies and increasing allies. We have too many enemies, so we don’t need more, even if they are insignificant.”

Jang Il-so waved his hand and added, “If we can make them allies with a few coins, it’s a cheap price.”

“As you command.”

“Yes, yes.”

Jang Il-so looked at the bodies and paused. “Are the others still not moving?”

“Yes, they seem to be watching.”

“You morons.”

The leaders of the Five Supreme Sects of the Central Plains were probably thinking hard about what they could get from the Evil Sect Alliance.

“They must be busy figuring out what they can ask for from the Evil Sect Alliance. How much they can eat.”

“Wouldn’t anyone do that?”

“Because they’re only doing obvious things, they’re stuck in this area, digging in the dirt.”

Jang Il-so touched his lips. The smell of blood made him want to kill.

“Those guys are just fat pigs.”

Livestock only think about what they will eat. That’s why they can never leave the pen.

To become a wolf, you can’t be happy with the prey you have. From the moment the hunt ends, you must think about the next prey.

“Alliance Leader… We may have dealt with the Ghost Mask Clan, but not everyone will follow you, no matter how much we warn them.”

“I know.”

Jang Il-so waved his hand. “Not everyone needs to follow. Those who follow, we trample; those who don’t, we kill.”

“…All those who don’t follow?”

“Why? Is there a problem?”

Ho Gamyeong closed his mouth, looking at Jang Il-so.

Only Jang Il-so could do this.

He is the leader of the Evil Sect Alliance, and the hero of the evil sects who has manipulated the Nine Great Sects and gotten treaties from them. All the evil sects are watching Jang Il-so.

But even if he moves forward, more than half of the evil sects in this area will refuse to join the Evil Sect Alliance.

And he’s going to kill them all?

“Tsk, tsk. Gamyeong, your thoughts are on your face.”

“…I apologize. I can’t always keep up with you, Alliance Leader.”

“It’s going to happen sooner or later. What does it matter if we kill them now or later?”

“…”

“We have to move forward, even if it’s reckless. Every time the evil sects have united, they have been defeated by the good sects.”

“…That’s right.”

“But now, the good sects can’t unite.”

Jang Il-so bared his teeth.

“It’s not that the safety of this area is important. What’s important is that they don’t trust each other. They blame each other, hate each other. They can’t gather together.”

“A, Alliance Leader.”

“Now is a chance. If not now, I’ll just be a pig in this land. Before their blood dries, before the wounds heal, I will clean up this area and go north. If I can do that…”

Crack.

Jang Il-so clenched his fist.

“I will have the world at my feet.”

Ho Gamyeong trembled and bowed down.

“Of course, that will happen! Overlord!”

“Tsk. You flatter me.”

Jang Il-so waved his hand.

“It’s not that great. That’s only if things go well. If things go wrong, I’ll just be a fool who dies from being greedy. Then you’ll die too.”

“I don’t care.”

“Hmm?”

Ho Gamyeong smiled. “If I die following your will, Alliance Leader, I can die smiling.”

“…”

Jang Il-so stared at him and chuckled.

“How embarrassing.”

Jang Il-so turned and barked out in a cold voice. “Clean it up. We’ll have to wipe out more places tonight.”

“Yes!”

Jang Il-so slowly moved.

‘The die is cast.’

He wasn’t sure about this. This was a test for himself, and a challenge to fate.

But one thing was certain.

Sometimes you have to plan everything, and sometimes you have to step into a black fog where you can’t see ahead.

He needed the will to take that step.

‘Nothing can stop me.’

Nothing could. A world full of fools looking after themselves could not stop him. Never.

“However…”

One thing bothered him.

Jang Il-so looked south, a distant place.

He bared his teeth and smiled strangely.

“But you’re the same. You, the Sword Demon of Mount Hua.”

A stream becomes a river, and now it’s a flood. No one can stop this flow.

Not even Jang Il-so.