Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 532
The Bishop’s black Demonic Energy hit Chung Myung, who was charging at the front.
But it wasn’t Chung Myung’s responsibility to stop it.
A tiger-like roar resounded among Mount Hua’s disciples who followed Chung Myung before he knew it.
“Uuoohhhh!”
A golden flash of light followed.
Hye Yeon naturally released power to stop Demonic Energy from flying toward Chung Myung, and Chung Myung rushed forward without pausing, as if he knew what would happen.
Kwaaaang!
With an explosion that seemed to shake the world, Hye Yeon’s body was flung back helplessly.
But no one turned around. He simply clenched his teeth and took a step forward.
“Euryaaaat!”
Chung Myung jumped up like a beast and swung his sword at the Bishop’s head. The stretched Bishop’s hand and Chung Myung’s sword collided in the air.
Kaaaaang!
It rang with a roar as if a huge metal collided with metal. It was not long before the storm of energy swept between the two.
“Samae!”
“Yes!”
Yoo Iseol and Baek Cheon dug into both sides of the Bishop. At the same time, they cut the Bishop’s side like a viper. No, they tried to.
At that moment.
“Petty trick!”
Kwaaaaa!
Demonic Energy, swinging around the Bishop’s body like a ghost, flew as if having gained life and attacked Yoo Iseol and Baek Cheon.
“Keuk!”
The two swung their sword at the Demonic Energy that approached.
Kwadeudeuk!
However, even that sharp Hanceol Sword could not cut through the black energy. The Demonic Energy, who deflected the two swords, quickly hit their bodies.
Kwaaaang!
Baek Cheon and Yoo Iseol fell back while spouting a fountain of blood.
“You damn bastard!”
Chung Myung pressed the Bishop’s hand down with his sword even more strongly and lifted his body back with the recoil. After charging to the ground like a hawk descending in search of prey, he kicked the ground and flew straight toward the Bishop again.
At the same time, Yoon Jong and Jo-Gol jumped up like Chung Myung a while ago.
“Taaaaat!”
“Die!”
Yoon Jong and Jo-Gol swing their sword at the same time, and Chung Myung flew toward the Bishop’s front like a lightning.
Paaaang!
At the same time, three daggers were shot straight toward the Bishop’s face. As if to indicate how much internal strength was put into the dagger, it grew more than half its original size.
It was a neat series of attacks that seemed to have been coordinated in advance.
“Insignificant!”
The Bishop, clad both his hand in a pitch-black Demonic Energy, waved his hand violently.
Kaaaaang! Kaaang!
The swords of Yoon Jong and Jo-Gol that touched the Demonic Energy bounced off as a beast’s cub was hit by a cart. An indescribable astonishment bloomed in the eyes of the two.
It was a devastating attack infused with internal strength to the brim. But it became useless because of that playful hand gesture? How big of a difference does it have to be for this to happen?
The Demonic Energy tears through the air as if drawing roughly on white paper with a huge brush.
Kagagang!
The attack, which was rushing toward the Bishop, was blocked by a wall of Demonic Energy.
The Bishop, whose eyes were flushed with red blood, struck Chung Myung’s head with one hand and shot energy at Jo-Gol and Yoon Jong with his other hand.
The Demonic Energy, which had only stayed at the fingertips, spread like a monster’s jaw and opened its mouth toward Jo-Gol and Yoon Jong.
The eyes of the two were wide open.
‘Can’t avoid…….’
Just then.
Paaaang!
Chung Myung, who let the energy flying at him through his shoulder, swiftly thrust his sword and aimed at the Bishop’s chin.
“Heup!”
The Bishops, perhaps surprised for once, quickly recovered his hands and tilted his upper body.
Paaat!
The tip of his chin cracked slightly and gushed blood.
“You puuuunk!”
Kwaaaang!
The Bishop’s foot stuck in Chung Myung’s side and a loud sound erupted. Chung Myung’s body bounced off at a tremendous speed like a cannon shell.
“How dare you!”
A frenzied killing intent poured out. The Bishop screamed and tried to bombard Jo-Gol and Yoon Jong.
But.
Pareureu!
Red plum blossoms bloomed behind Jo-Gol and Yoon Jong’s bodies.
It was the plum blossom realized by Baek Cheon and Yoo Iseol, who ran again. Red flowers fluttered as fast as a storm, and swallowed the Bishop’s whole body.
Anyone who sees the Plum Blossom Swordsmanship with their eyes for the first time is bound to falter.
The Bishop, however, only had a fishy smile as if it were funny.
“You’re so clumsy!”
Kwaaaa!
The Demonic Energy that rose from the Bishop’s body like flames covered the flying Plum Blossom Sword energy. The Plum Blossom Sword energy that touched the black Demonic Energy melted without a trace like snow that fell into a lake.
“Eeeuaaaat!”
Jo-Gol twisted his face and swung his sword hard at the Demonic Energy with all his might.
Kwaaaang!
However, another huge explosion erupted when his sword touched the overflowing Demonic Energy. Then Jo-Gol spouted blood and fell back.
“Gol-ah…!”
A golden light exploded behind him even before Yoon Jong’s voice was heard.
Kwang! Kwaaaang! Kwang! Kwaang!
Hundred Step Divine Fist!
The power is worthy of its name ‘Divine’ was shot one after another, aiming for the Bishop’s body. However, the Bishop merely struck it lightly with one hand and twisted his lips.
“Dirty unbelievers!”
Before long, his feet stepped forward.
Kwaaaang!
There was a huge storm of energy. Mount Hua’s disciples who were attacking the Bishop bounced back and forth like fallen leaves swept away by a storm.
Tolssok!
Tolssok!
Mount Hua’s disciples, stuck on the ground, opened their eyes wide in shock.
“Cough!”
Blood poured out of their mouth. It was enough blood to turn their skin red in an instant.
But what was bigger than the wounds on their bodies was the despair that hit them.
‘Something like this…’
Baek Cheon’s fingertips trembled.
It doesn’t work at all.
It was like swinging a sword against a huge steel wall. It didn’t seem like any attack would work. The difference that he directly felt was unbelievably large.
Despair.
Yes, this was a distant despair.
“What did you think would change if you worked together?”
The Bishop walked towards them with a light click on his tongue.
“You filthy unbelievers. The reason you are still alive is not that you are strong. What we have lost is too great.”
Bloody red and eerie bloodlust sprang out of the Bishop’s eyes.
“The Demonic Sky shall open! The world will be filled with demons. You should consider it fortunate that you die without seeing His coming. He’s not as merciful as I am and not as weak as I am.”
“Cough!”
Baek Cheon, who vomited blood again, grabbed the sword’s handle.
He couldn’t feel the strength in his fingertips.
When he instinctively looked around, he and all of Mount Hua’s disciples were stunned. Even Yoo Iseol was biting her lips with a pale face.
“Did you understand now?”
A grotesque laugh echoed through the space filled with despair.
“You, who are insignificant, can never stop the Cult ritual. Die with despair.”
“That….”
Then a familiar voice came to Baek Cheon’s ear.
“Ptoo!”
Chung Myung, who had bounced up, was walking towards him, spitting out bloody saliva.
“You talk a lot.”
Geugeugeuk.
The sound of his sword dragging on the ground could be heard clearly in everyone’s ears.
The Bishop’s eyes were fixed on Chung Myung.
“You’re quite a master. You know it’s meaningless.”
“Meaningless? What? ‘Cause you’re stronger?”
“…..”
“It seems like this old man doesn’t know what fighting is like, maybe because he’s been building up his internal strength by being stuck in a cave.”
Chung Myung grinned as he wiped blood from his mouth.
“Being stronger doesn’t guarantee a victory.”
Step. Step.
Chung Myung walked among Mount Hua’s disciples toward the Bishop. He didn’t even give them a look.
At sight, Mount Hua’s disciples clenched their teeth to raise their bodies up.
“Listen carefully, dog of the Heavenly Demon.”
Chung Myung’s mouth is twisted.
“If being strong meant winning, your Heavenly Demon wouldn’t have been decapitated like that. Don’t you think so?”
“This…..”
The sentence ticked the Bishop’s wrath. The Bishop’s face, which had been full of composure, was distorted in an instant.
“This… Even if I tear you to pieces and kill….!”
The frenzied Demonic Energy poured out like a burst of water and began to run amok, wrapping around the bishop’s body like a storm.
“How dare you say such nonsense with your filthy mouth! I will tear you apart and kill you! Your body and even your soul will suffer for all eternity!”
“Keuhu.”
Soon after, bloodlust flowed out of Chung Myung’s eyes, who laughed low. There was a sparkle of madness that looked dangerous.
The blood boils, and his senses expand.
It’s always been like this to stand side-to-side and borderline in contact with death. It’s been a really long time since he felt this sensation.
His eyes, which had been boiling, grew colder and colder.
“Bastaaard!”
The Bishop rushed toward Chung Myung with a face distorted like a demon. The sight of the Bishop running in the midst of the black Demonic Energy storm was an unbearable fear in itself.
No matter how tall the wall was, they couldn’t help but get tired of seeing it.
However, Chung Myung raised his sword high and rushed toward such a Bishop.
And at that moment.
“Eeeuuaaaa!”
Baek Cheon stood up and ran to support Chung Myung with a bloody scream that was unlike him.
Aren’t he afraid?
He is.
Yes, of course he’s afraid.
His reason and his instincts were all speaking in one voice.
Run away. Run away.
The Bishop’s strength went beyond the common sense he had. Even if Chung Myung fought alongside them, he wasn’t sure that they would win.
He wanted to run away right now if he could.
However, as soon as Chung Myung rushed forward, Baek Cheon’s body moved ahead of his thought and followed Chung Myung.
The mere killing intent seems to tear his skin apart.
The darkness from that black Demonic Energy seems to freeze his soul.
But Baek Cheon just ran looking at Chung Myung’s back.
Yoo Iseol, who ran next to him, filled in, and Jo-Gol and Yoon Jong, who desperately followed him behind his back, held on. The same goes for Hye Yeon and Tang So-so.
Right.
They all are afraid.
But…..
Baek Cheon’s eyes lit up.
– What? Am I not afraid?
“…..”
– What kind of nonsense are you talking about? Those who fight because they’re not afraid is just a maniac. That’s not courage. Pushing one’s feet forward and swinging their sword even when they’re afraid, that’s courage!
‘Right!’
‘I think I can understand that now.’
‘Even if I die here!’
A thunderous shout burst out of Baek Cheon’s mouth.
“Heeuuaaaapp!”
‘I won’t let anyone die before me!’
He dragged his crumbling body and swung his sword. The red sword energy from the edge of his sword flew straight toward the Bishop.
“Keuuhaat!”
After hearing the story of the Heavenly Demon, the bishop, who seemed to have lost his reason, smashed the sword.
Then, he headed toward Chung Myung’s head, carrying dark and rough Demonic Energy.
Kwaaaaang!
Demonic Energy, who brushed right next to Chung Myung, literally burst onto the ground.
The hollowed ground, as if it were his with a meteorite, split like a spider’s web, and sent shock waves in all directions.
Udeudeuk.
It was definitely completely avoided, but his bone seemed to have been crushed only by the aftermath.
But.
“Foolish.”
Chung Myung unperturbedly threw his sword at the Bishop’s chest with a cold face.
Paaaat!
A motion without any change. However, the extremely swift sword became a beam of light and pierced the Bishop’s chest.
But at that moment.
Kagaaang!
Chung Myung’s eyes flashed at the unbelievable sight.
No matter how strong the energy is, the body of a human is not that of steel, but the Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword, which is made of the world’s famous Hancheol, was bounced off out without penetrating the Bishop’s body.
‘What?’
At that moment, Chung Myung glanced at him.
The Bishops’ split robes reveal the blue ice.
“Dieeeee!”
Once again, the Bishop’s hand flew quickly toward Chung Myung.
Chung Myung lifted his sword reflexively and blocked the Bishop’s hand. The moment the sword collided with the hand, enormous energy that was beyond human capability was poured into Chung Myung’s body.
Kwaaaang!
‘Huh?’
The bright blue sky came into Chung Myung’s vision.
‘Why am I doing this… … .’
He could hear someone screaming desperately in his ear.
“Sahyuuuuung!”
‘….Soso?’
The sky clouded in an instant. Soon his consciousness faded away.
‘No…’
Chung Myung’s unconscious body crashed like a kite had its string cut off.