Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 520

Seol So baek’s body trembled like an aspen.

He was dizzy and suffocating.

His heart was racing and felt like it was about to burst. When confronted with the Demonic cultist’s killing intent and momentum, it felt like his soul was being trampled on by filthy feet.

His body seemed to be falling indefinitely.

He could see why the Ice Clan warriors were so helplessly destroyed, collapsed, and fled.

‘I- I….’

A small hand landed on his shoulder, and he shivered with a pale face.

He turned his head instinctively. Tang So-so, who was standing next to him, had a stiff expression on his face..

“Don’t worry, Clan Leader.”

“…….”

“We won’t lose.”

Seol So baek’s eyes shook.

‘Did she doesn’t scared?’

No way.

They are the same human being. Even if Tang So-so was incomparably stronger than him, as long as she was a human being, there was no way she wouldn’t be afraid of those beast-like people.

But how can she not be nervous even in the slightest?

It wasn’t just Tang So-so.

The Ice Clan couldn’t stop Magyo even with an overwhelming number close to 10 times the enemies. No, it’s not the level that they could stop.

If they fought with all their might and were still being pushed by an even greater force, they could raise their head confidently, but the Ice Clan did not even dare to fight against the demon and ran away.

They gave up on the confrontation and even showed what they shouldn’t have shown as warriors.

But.

Mount Hua’s disciples blocked their way without stepping back, even though they only have a tenth of Magyo’s force.

What’s the difference?

What was the difference that led to this result?

‘Mount Hua…….’

Seol So baek struggled to flex his trembling legs. He wanted to open that door and run away immediately, but he couldn’t.

‘I have to see it.’

What is the difference between them.

Kagagak!

Black hands and white swords collided in the air. As the sword and hand collided, an absurd sound sounded like scraping metal.

Baek Cheon chewed on his lips.

His sword was steadily preventing the enemy’s attack. However, as the number of exchanges increased, even this became increasingly burdensome.

Duguen.

His skin was stinging from the killing intent emitted by the Demonic cultists. His heart sank momentarily, and his whole body’s hair stood on end.

He felt two things.

His opponent’s brute force is not as strong as he thought.

Of course, it doesn’t mean that the enemies is weak, but it wasn’t as much of a fear as he had when he saw the one-sided slaughter of the Ice Clan warrior. For sure.

And the other thing is…….

‘It’s harder to deal with than I thought.’

Martial art is not everything.

It was a word he had heard so much to the point of hurting his ear, but the moment he dealt with the Demonic cultist, he knew clearly what the word meant.

It was terribly difficult to deal with someone who was driven by madness to kill the other person without caring about their own life, regardless of the martial art’s level.

Besides, there was no common sense in the movement or momentum, so he couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

Every time they clashed, his physical and mental strength were reduced.

But he wasn’t someone who would only be pushed back like this.

Bam!

Back Cheon, who stepped forward, pushed his opponent with all his might. As he secured the distance, he unfolded the Twenty-four Plum Blossom Sword Technique.

As the plum blossoms began to embroider the air splendidly, the eyes of the fallen Demonic cultist were colored with blood. The endless mantra stopped momentarily, and a voice that sounded like a scratching iron leaked out.

“Such trick…!”

The Demonic cultist rushed into the plum blossoms.

“Haaaap!”

The energy in the form of a long, growing nail tears apart the plum blossoms that have bloomed in the air. It’s like a gigantic grotesque bird cutting through a field of plum blossoms with its sharp claws.

The plum blossoms that had bloomed splendidly were shattered and scattered before they even fluttered.

It was just then.

Kwaaaa!

Hye Yeon’s energy swept through the Demonic cultist’s body at a tremendous speed.

Kuuuung!

Pushed with the sound of a huge bell being hit, the Demonic cultist bounced off and spewed blood.

But.

Kwadeudeuk!

The Demonic cultist, who was flying backward, turned his body over and pierced his claw-shaped energy (조기(爪氣)) into the floor.

Gagagagak!

The floor made of hard stone cracked. And in the end, without falling through the hole in the wall, he came to a narrow stop and got up.

Blood was pouring out of the eyes, nose, and mouth of the Demonic cultist who raised his head. Anyone can tell that he was seriously injured. But he didn’t groan even with that much injury.

“…Heavenly Demon Advent. Blessing for All Demons.”

He opened his mouth, where the blood flowed back and forth, and only spit out his mantra endlessly.

Blood flowed from the whole body, decorated with a faceless face. And as the mad mantra was added, the disciples of Mount Hua Sect briefly lost their words. It was because the creepy appearance made their hair stand at the end.

“Heavenly Demon Advent…….”

Whenever the Cultist approached, the sound of his feet being dragged scratched their chest.

Baek Cheon’s eyes, which had been determined all along, shook momentarily.

At that time, Jo-Gol’s firm voice came from behind.

“Sasuk, if you’re tired, let’s switch!”

“…….”

Back Cheon, who came to his senses, gritted his teeth.

“Just watch over there, you punk!”

His voice grew louder, but his heart subsided.

He bent his knees again, which had become stiff due to tension, and stabilized his posture. He calmed down his excited shoulders and the beating chest.

The word he has heard many times that it is now has been embodied within. But whenever he goes into action, he forgets and goes against it.

‘Think endlessly, again and again.”

Whoever the opponent is, first of all, set “One’s self” right.

The slightly swaying edge of Baek Cheon’s swords restored its perfect stillness.

Of course, the opponent is strong and bizarre. But that shouldn’t be the reason why Baek Cheon can’t exert all his strength.

‘Heavy.’

There is Sajil behind his back. Right now, they’ll be looking at his back. He could not help but realize how burdensome that is.

‘Don’t whine.’

Nevertheless, Baek Cheon’s eyes became solid and hardened without leaking water.

Not just a few Sajil, but isn’t there someone who leads the whole Mount Hua on his back? How can he save face when he trembled just at this much crisis?

The Demonic cultist who broke through the defense of the Ice Clan were still rising one after another.

It’s already six.

But…….

‘Six or ten, I don’t care!’

“Not a single one shall pass!”

As Baek Cheon’s sword moved resolutely and began to draw vivid plum blossoms, Yoo Iseol’s plum blossoms followed suit and bloomed forward.

A scene resembling Mount Hua in the spring unfolded.

Swaeaek!

The Demonic cultist wasn’t just watching either. Every time they swung their hands, the black devil-like claw tore apart the plum blossoms, and black energy like ghosts in the dark shook the petals.

However, there is no reason to back down just because it is pushed back.

The Twenty-four Plum Blossom Swordsmanship’s Plum Blossom in Full Bloom (매화만개(梅花滿開)) unfolded at the edges of Baek Cheon and Yoo Iseol’s swords. It was an attack filled with soul.

The swollen plum blossoms covered the entire front in an instant.

“What…?”

A bewildered sound leaked out of the Cultist’s mouth.

But there was no time for them to be surprised. The swollen plum blossoms seemed to flutter, and they quickly attacked.

The Demonic cultist lit up their eyes. Black demonic energy erupted from their bodies as they charged toward the plum blossom forest.

The plum blossom swords’ energy penetrated their body, but the more they cut, the more aggressively they rushed forward. Since it was impossible to block all the flying petals of sword energy, they chose to charge forward while protecting only the head and center of the body.

Sogok! Sogok!

The plum blossom sword energy cut their limbs and pierced their thighs, but the Demonic cultists did not diminish their momentum at all even as they shed blood.

“Heavenly Demon Advent! Blessing for All Demons!”

Finally, the Demonic cultist who pierced the forest of plum blossoms with his body, swung his hands toward Baek Cheon’s head while spilling blood with his mouth.

Puuk!

However, the sword that Baek Cheon swung penetrated his heart first.

It was a situation where a person had to step back.

However, the Demonic cultist did not take a single step back. Even though the sword was driven deeper and deeper into his heart, he continued to move forward as he spat blood out of his mouth.

“Keuk!”

Baek Cheon was no longer perplexed by this appearance. However, not being perplexed did not make it easier to deal with.

He quickly took a step back and tried to draw his sword.

But at that moment.

Squeeze!

The Demonic cultist tightened his chest muscles and tightly held Baek Cheon’s sword. A Hancheol sword continued to crush and dig into his wound, but there was no trace of pain in the eyes of the Cultist.

Baek Cheon opened his eyes wide.

“Keukek.”

“You…… crazy!”

And taking advantage of that gap, other Demonic cultists jumped over Baek Cheon’s head.

Yoo Iseol and Hye Yeon also had their own fights on both sides of Baek Cheon, making it difficult to stop them immediately.

“Amitabha!”

Hye Yeon shouted out a hurried chant and punched the leaping Cultist. But it was a meaningless attack. No matter how strong Hye Yeon was, he could not deal with all of them simultaneously.

The sacrifice of the Demonic cultist.

Well worth sacrifice, but an untold one. (그 가치가 무엇인지, 도무지 알 수 없는 희생.)

Based on that, the Demonic cultist succeeded in completely destroying the formation of Mount Hua disciples.

Paaat!

Yoo Iseol clenched her teeth and swung her sword. Quickly and precisely, aiming for the opponent’s gaps.

Her sword was as efficient as ever, but the power was bound to be halved against those who didn’t back down even if they were hurt.

Chwaaak!

With Yoo Iseol’s sword driven into his shoulder, the Demonic cultist brandished his claws. Three vivid red lines appeared on the side of her neck.

And soon, thick blood gushed out.

But she didn’t care about the wound and pushed her sword down to dig through the opponent’s wound.

“Kkereuk…….”

Kwang!

When the Demonic cultist faltered, Yoo Iseol’s feet stuck in the opponent’s abdomen. Kicking her opponent to the ground, she used the recoil to propel her body back up.

Her sword rose to the ceiling and soon scattered plum blossoms across the backs of enemies heading for Jo-Gol and Yoon Jong.

Sogok! Sogok!

Wherever the plum blossoms touched, their backs were cut deeply and their bones were exposed. However, their momentum did not diminish in the slightest.

“Where are these bastards!”

Since the high ground was right in front of them, Jo-Gol was the first to greet the Demonic cultists rushing towards them with even more bloody energy.

“Do I look like a scarecrow!”

Paaat!

Jo-Gol’s brilliant sword cut and stabbed the Cultist. The Demonic cultist was surprised at the unexpected speed, but in the end, their advancing speed did not decrease at all.

“Kahahat!”

The Demonic cultist waved his hand with a beastly cry. The tip of the Claw Energy was about to tear Jo-Gol’s whole body apart.

Sogok! Sogok!

However, this time, Jo-Gol’s sword was one step faster. Jo-Gol relentlessly made holes in the heart and stomach of the Demonic cultist, drawing his sword and thrusting it back and forth.

Kagagagak!

Almost simultaneously, the bottom of where he was was dug deep. The five deep scars made the hair stand up for those who saw them.

“Keuk!”

A groan broke out of Jo-Gol’s mouth. As if avoiding it completely was impossible, his back felt burned and pain rushed in.

Blood trickled down his long split back.

“Gol-ah!”

“Don’t mind me, Sahyung! I won’t die!”

Jo-Gol screamed. Yoon Jong looked at the wound and finally nodded, biting his lips.

Both eyes turned to Chung Myung at the same time.

Chung Myung, who was sitting cross-legged and meditating, looked calm as if he were completely out of touch with the situation.

“Ah, such a jerk.”

“Tsk.”

Jo-Gol and Yoon Jong grumbled a little and turned their swords as they saw a Demonic cultist rushing back again.

“I can’t even lift a finger!”

“Put your life on the line and block them!”

Meanwhile, the Demonic cultists were coming up individually through the pierced walls.

They know.

It’s impossible to stop them all with their power alone.

But it doesn’t matter.

‘Even for one more moment!’

Endures.

Kwaaang!

The Demonic cultist’s black hand struck Jo-Gol’s sword violently. Jo-Gol, who couldn’t overcome the force, bounced back, spraying blood.

“Ouch!”

Jo-Gol, who confirmed that Chung Myung was behind him, instantly twisted his body, and stabbed his sword into the floor. Thanks to this, he avoided colliding with Chung Myung, but he could not defend himself and was forced to slam into the wall.

Kuung!

“Cough!”

Blood burst out of his mouth. Jo-Gol shouted before he even had time to wipe the blood.

“Sahyung!”

“I know!”

Yoon Jong spread the sword technique wide and blocked Jo-Gol’s opponent simultaneously.

“Huuk!”

A rough breath came out of his mouth.

As he was fighting at the back, he could clearly see the battle before him.

Hye Yeon was shaking off those who entered this place by shooting out his energy. If he hadn’t blocked the entrance and reduced the number of enemies, he would never have lasted as long as he does now.

Baek Cheon was also struggling.

He wielded a sword in the middle and seemed to have been hurt here and there. There were blood stains all over his clothes.

But he didn’t back down even an inch. As if he would not let his enemies go back, even if he had to hold their pants.

‘Sasuk!’

Yoon Jong clenched his teeth.

Next to Baek Cheon, Yoo Iseol was cutting the enemy with a cold face. Half of her clothing was soaked in the blood that flowed from her neck.

Everyone’s fighting to the death like this, but…….

‘Damn it.’

They were pushed back little by little.

Those guys were oddly skilled.

Knowing that they were trying to protect Chung Myung, they were relentlessly going after Chung Myung. They can’t help but feel desperate and handicaped trying to fend them off and protect him.

Kaaang!

“Keuk!”

Yoon Jong’s sword, which was dealing with two Demonic cultists at the same time, could not overcome the power that pouring in at the moment and was pushed back.

And.

Chwaak!

The Cultist’s claw swept through a gap in Yoon Jong’s chest.

“Sahyuuuung!”

Jo-Gol’s desperate shout penetrated his ear, but Yoon Jong just clicked his tongue inside.

‘What are you making such a fuss with this much wound?’

The wounds Chung Myung suffered while dealing with Myriad Man House were twice as severe, and Un Gum’s wounds could not even be compared.

“Come here!”

Yoon Jong uncharacteristically roared and shook his sword once.

At that moment, a sharp dagger flew from his behind toward the Demonic cultist with blue energy. It was Tang So-so.

Kaang! Kang!

The Demonic cultist instinctively swung his hands and bounced off the dagger. But Yoon Jong didn’t miss the gap.

“Haaap!”

The plum blossoms emitted by Yoon Jong’s sword covered the Cultist. And Jo-Gol, who flew like a bolt from the blue, added fierce sword energy on top of it.

‘Push them with this… … .’

At that moment.

‘Huh?’

Yoon Jong saw a strange sight.

In the forest of plum blossoms the two people created, something black slowly penetrated through them.

What was truly bizarre was that the black hands only seemed slower to Yoon Jong’s eyes.

And it wasn’t just the hands that were slow. The plum blossom swords technique he unfolded along with Jo-Gol which covered them both, was also slow. Even his Sasuk, Sago, and the Cultist seen beyond were moving too slowly.

‘This is…’

The hand then flew towards his neck.

It seems too slow, but even if he tried to avoid it, his body wouldn’t even budge.

This must be…….

‘Dying…’

The Cultist’s hand, embracing the energy of death, reached right in front of his neck.

Yoon Jong closed his eyes without realizing it.

‘Mount Hua…….’

At that moment.

Kwaaang.

Suddenly, a huge explosion broke out and Yoon Jong’s body was thrown back.

“Wha- What…….”

Kung.

Thrown to the ground instantly, he hit his butt and looked ahead with a bewildered face.

‘What is it?’

He touched his neck reflexively, but it was still intact. Shouldn’t there be an air hole now?

Rather, the Demonic cultist who was aiming for his neck was thrown far away and lying on the floor. He literally became bloody rice cake.

A low voice came to Yoon Jong’s ear, who didn’t understand the situation.

“You’ve been waiting a long time, haven’t you?”

Yoon Jong looked back with a blank face.

Chung Myung, who got up before he knew it, was staring at them.

“Oh…….”

In an instant, energy drained from Yoon Jong’s body.

“You guys…….”

Chung Myung, who broke his neck once, twisted the corner of his mouth and smiled.

“Don’t even think about going back alive.”

Fierce killing intent began to flow out of Chung Myung’s gaze.