Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 521
“Sago!”
Yoo Iseol grabbed the sword from her waist and threw it to Chung Myung in response to Chung Myung’s shout.
Chung Myung took hold of the spinning Dark Fragrance Plum Sword.
Tok.
Chung Myung only turned his head toward Yoon Jong after his violent killing intent had subsided.
“Sahyung.”
“…. What?”
“You must have freaked out.”
Yoon Jong gave him a blank stare.
‘This….. Is he worried?’
“Yes, I almost died……. Thank you very much…..”
“Wow, I forgot for a second that I didn’t have a sword. I was flustered for a moment, too. Sahyung is lucky I shoot my energy in time. If it was a little later, would Sahyung have your neck pierced?”
“…..”
‘What, this punk?’
Yoon Jong’s entire body began to perspire. He realized he’d just opened and shut the hell door.
“…. Oh, great Tian Zun.”
“Why are you looking for Tian Zun when that Chung Myung saved you?”
“You shut up, you…..”
Yoon Jong pressed Jo-Gol weakly and wiped the sweat off his face.
It’s weird.
Nothing has changed in the situation, only Chung Myung finished his meditation. And yet, as if the work were done, strength drained from his body. Even though he fully understands that the situation isn’t safe yet.
But it wasn’t just Yoon Jong’s feelings.
The atmosphere has certainly changed.
Just one person rose from his seat, but the Demonic Cultist’s attack, which had been raging like a wave, stopped.
Their eyes were naturally fixed on Chung Myung.
“Hmm.”
In the midst of the pouring gaze, Chung Myung sneaked a peek at the conditions of Mount Hua’s disciples first. Chung Myung’s eyes narrowed when he saw them wounded everywhere.
“Tsk.”
If you don’t experience it yourself, you can’t realize the fear of Magyo. There is no way to accurately describe their madness in crude language.
That’s why he chose this method.
It’s just…
Emotions disappeared from Chung Myung’s face for an instant.
Seureuruk.
The Dark Fragrance Plum Sword was slowly pulled out. A pure white blade flashed.
Objectively, it was quite a wonderful sight, but the emotions of those watching him now were closer to the creepy side.
One of the Demonic cultists frowned.
‘What?’
At any rate, it’s just a little boy who has just finished meditating. It wasn’t because he was a threat that they were focused on that bastard. It’s just that he’s likely to have the Ice Crystal.
But why did everyone stop? Even themselves.
When they came to their senses, they also put their hand off at some point and were looking at that young man, without even knowing why.
He pursed his lips and uttered a mantra as usual. It was the signal to start the attack.
“Heavenly Demon Advent…..”
Paaang!
However, the sound of a sword tearing through the air was heard in the ears of such a Demonic cultist.
‘Huh?’
It was then that he noticed an abnormality.
Words couldn’t come out as if their mouths had hardened.
He obviously wasn’t trying to think the word just in his head, he was trying to spit it out of his mouth. However, strangely, the mouth does not open and the words do not come out.
It was just all that lingered in his head.
‘Why…’
Soon his vision began to blur rapidly.
Frustrated by the ridiculous phenomenon, he tried to move his hand quickly, but his senses quickly faded away.
The whole world tilts sideways.
Even when the world finally turned upside down, and a familiar yet unfamiliar body came into sight, he didn’t notice that he was dying. That’s how he lost consciousness.
Tok.
The severed head crashed to the floor.
The Demonic Cultists opened their eyes wide at the unbelievable sight.
“What…..”
Sword’s swing.
It was a single sword strike.
The young Taoist wielded once like a joke, and the person at the forefront was cut off at once without even being able to resist.
For the first time, the Cultist was agitated and startled. But Chung Myung spoke quietly with an expression that did not change the slightest.
“Keep talking nonsense.”
Naturally, the decapitated one could not recite the mantra.
Chung Myung stared at the head of the Cultist’s head who fell on the floor with an eerie gaze. For daring to recite the Heavenly Demon’s mantra in front of Chung Myung, he should have been fortunate that it ended with only his head being cut off.
Geugeuguk.
The tip of the Dark Fragrance Plum Sword scratched the floor lightly.
An unpleasant sound rang out like a warning sound.
“There’s nothing to worry about.”
The corners of his mouth twisted up.
“Because you will never die that easily.”
Paaaat!
Kicked the floor, Chung Myung literally rushed at the leading Demonic Cultist like lightning.
His eyes, brimming with anger and killing intent, shone bright blue.
The Cultist, who had come to his senses, swung both of his hands at him. The long claw-shaped energy that sprung out instantly seemed to chop Chung Myung’s body at any moment.
‘Foolish!’
This is neither courage nor anything. It’s just a reckless rush that didn’t consider a counterattack.
At least that’s what the Cultist, who was dealing with Chung Myung, thought so. And that thought didn’t seem too wrong. His Claw Energy almost reached Chung Myung’s body and tore it into shreds.
Bulssuk.
But at that moment, Chung Myung’s sword stretched forward.
The sword that stretched casually in simple motion pushed through the Claw Energy that fiercely tore the air.
The eyes of the Demonic Cultist were filled with joy.
If he were the opponent Mount Hua’s disciples have been dealing with so far, they would have pushed their bodies back and exposed their gap at this very moment. However, being stabbed by a sword was not a reason to escape for the Demonic Cultist.
There is no reason to avoid wounds if they can tear the opponent apart at the cost of a sword lodged in their body.
“Die…..”
But, at that moment.
Bureureu.
The edge of Chung Myung’s sword seemed to tremble a little, and soon it vibrated greatly from side to side.
Tung! Tuung!
The sword dug between the Demonic Cultist’s two hands and went in for his wrist. The unexpected attack bounced the Demonic Cultist’s arms off left and right.
‘Huh?’
No matter how strong energy radiates from the fingertips, it is useless if the arms are not in the right position.
Puuk!
Chung Myung’s sword was lodged in the wide-open chest of the Demonic Cultist.
“Keuk….”
As the sword’s sharp blade pierced the middle of his chest, the Demonic Cultist opened his mouth, holding the blood in his eyes.
“Die…”
But even those words didn’t go any further.
Puuk! Puuk! Puuk!
Without even a moment’s pause, the swords that were thrown one after another pierced the Cultist’s chest more than a dozen times in an instant.
The Demonic Cultist’s mouth gaped open at the tremendous pain of having his entire body pierced dozens of times.
Kwadeudeuk!
Then the Dark Fragrance Plum Sword was stuck in his open mouth.
“Kkeuruk…..”
The sword that went into the mouth pierced through behind the neck. The body of the dead Cemonic Cultist was stretched limp with the sword through the corpse.
Chung Myung looked at the desperate man with eyes that did not contain a single emotion.
And.
Paaaat!
After pulling out the sword, he kicked the body of the Demonic Cultist.
Kwaaang!
Along with a heavy explosion sound, the Demonic Cultist’s body was violently thrown out.
The body, already dead and unable to protect itself with energy, was too weak to withstand Chung Myung’s attack.
Blood was sprayed out, bursting throughout the body. The Cultist, who saw the body of their colleague flying at a fast pace, instinctively avoided to the side.
And it was a mistake that should never have been made.
Just behind the body of their colleague who barely passed their side, Chung Myung soared like a beast attacking the prey.
In front of the Demonic Cultist who was momentarily taken aback, they saw Chung Myung’s eyes staring at them.
It was a look as if he had cut out his emotions. However, the fierce hostility and anger that burned behind the indifference wrapped around his whole body coldly.
Their whole body was hardened as if their heart had frozen.
Paaaat!
Chung Myung’s sword flew in aiming exactly at his neck.
However, if they could just be obediently beaten, the Demonic Cultist would not have ruled as a symbol of fear. He succeeded in dodging by momentarily leaning back.
However.
Sogok.
He couldn’t avoid an inch-deep strike just below his Adam’s apple.
Burning pain came in, but the fact that he felt the pain itself was proof that he was alive. The Cultist’s blood cooled down as he intuited that a god of death’s scythe had brushed past him just now.
But.
Chung Myung’s sword, which cut off the Cultist’s neck shallowly, stopped in the air.
Bureureureu.
The edge seemed to tremble lightly, and soon plum blossom sword energy, which was as red as blood, began to shoot out.
Plum blossoms that bloomed in the air poured down like heavy rain on the Demonic Cultist.
The blood-red petals, which could not be blocked or avoided, penetrated the body of the Demonic Cultist roughly.
Sogok! Sogok! Sogok! Sogok!
The Cultist clearly heard the sound of the body being penetrated. Just as the storm cannot be stopped, the petals swirling in all directions are the same.
Even before he could receive all of his sword energy, the desperate Demonic Cultist fell to the floor.
“…..”
Blood gushed out of his pierced throat whenever his heart beat slowly.
White steam gushed out of the hot blood. And the air around it became colder than ever.
Paaat!
The blood splattered from the sword’s edge, which was indifferently swung once, stained the white stone floor red.
Three.
In an instant, three Cultists lost their lives.
The Cultists, who slaughtered the Ice Clan like demons and quickly brought Mount Hua’s disciples to the brink of death, were decapitated and cut in a moment of a few breaths.
The atmosphere, colder than the blizzard that raged against the hole in the wall, swept through the room.
Chung Myung’s indifferent voice leaked through the heavy, cold silence that no one could open their mouth.
“Looks like you’ve had quite a bit of fun so far.”
Chung Myung showed his teeth and twisted the corners of his mouth.
“Now you know, right? Who is the actual prey is.”
Duguen.
The Demonic Cultists gritted their teeth.
The killing intent coming out of that young man seemed to tear their skin apart.
“Why are you scared?”
Chung Myung’s eyes flashed for a moment.
“Everyone will die anyway.”
Chalbak.
Chung Myung walked carelessly, stepping on the blood on the floor.
Hye Yeon and Yoo Iseol unconsciously opened the way for him. Meanwhile, Chung Myung’s gaze was solely on the Demonic Cultist beyond Baek Cheon.
Chung Myung, who passed Baek Cheon, stood in front of them. Tense energy emanated from them as they held their swords.
“…..”
Baek Cheon bit his lips tightly.
‘We shouldn’t interrupt him.’
They can’t help Chung Myung with their humble skills…..
“Sasuk!”
“Yes?”
Baek Cheon flinched and looked at Chung Myung at the call. But Chung Myung continued without turning his head. As usual, his voice sounded as usual.
“Sago! Sahyung! So-so!”
“I’m here!”
“Yes, Sahyung!”
“Support my back. Don’t miss a single one!”
“Got it!”
“Yes!”
“What are you doing, monk bastard!”
“U- Understood!”
Mount Hua’s disciples were all lined up left and right of Chung Myung.
Waiting for them, Chung Myung spoke in a voice mixed with a slight laugh.
“They seem to have forgotten because they have bad brains, so let’s make them remember from now on.”
He giggled and laughed for a moment before shouting with all his might.
“Where was the place that threw those dog-like Magyo bastards into hell!”
Power went into Mount Hua’s disciples’ shoulders.
Mount Hua Sect.
The eyes of the disciples of Mount Hua who carried those two letters were completely different from before.
It is said that there are countless sects in the world, but there is only one place that Magyo should fear.
The sacrifice of Mount Hua Sect, who had so far been nothing but their own pride.
Sometimes resentful, sometimes proud. However, the sacrifice that no one recognized was supporting their backs endlessly at this moment.
“Ready?”
“Perfect!”
“Then…..”
Chung Myung rolled up the corners of his mouth.
“Here we go! Hit and kill them all!”
“Uooohh!”
Chung Myung, who was in front, rushed forward without looking back. With a single breath, his Sahyung responded.
The North Sea’s cold land.
Mount Hua’s plum blossoms bloomed redder than ever in the Demonic cultists’ dark demonic energy.