Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 522

The Envoy frowned.

‘They’re weak.’

Seeing the Ice Clan forces completely disintegrate felt more like a scratch on the inside than a pleasant sight.

First and foremost, he had never imagined that the Ice Clan would be a match for Magyo. However, what he saw now was far more pitiful than he had anticipated.

‘Does this happen to those who drown in peace and do not whip themselves into wolves?’

Of course, the true enemy of Magyo is not these North Sea thrashers, but those Jungwon bastards. It would be a great illusion to put the Ten Great Sect of Jungwon and the Great Five Family in the same category simply because these warriors are so insignificant.

They still lacked strength. Not yet.

‘Heavenly Demon Advent.’

The Envoy tightened his fist slightly.

Heavenly Demon Advent, Blessing for All Demons.

How much hope is contained in that short mantra?

If the Heavenly Demon comes to Jungwon, he will sweep away all the evil and open up a new sky for Magyo.

To do so, the Ice Crystals had to be retrieved.

That day.

When the day of the Heavenly Demon’s resurrection comes, the lowly unbelievers and those betrayers who lost their faith and sneeredsneered at the believers will burn forever in the flames of purification.

Udeudeuk.

The Envoy clenched his fist and raised his voice.

“How sluggish! Hurry up! The Bishop is waiting for our return!”

“Yes!”

It was just then.

Humchis.

Sensing a subtle sense of incongruity, the Envoy’s head turned upward.

‘…… What is it?’

‘I’m sure …..’

Some of the Believers were seen climbing up the wall.

Besides, close to ten people have already entered through the hole in the wall.

But what’s the problem…

The Envoy’s eyes, who was looking there with his eyes slightly narrowed, suddenly opened wide.

Through the gaping hole, it was clearly visible that something was blooming like a cloud.

‘…Flowers?’

Kwaaaaang!

Soon after, the Demonic cultist, who had pushed inside, bounced out with a loud blast.

The Envoy’s eyes were filled with curiosity.

Not everyone who bounced out was beaten. Some certainly fall unconscious, but more than half of them fly back to avoid the opponent’s attack.

But that fact made the Envoy even more perplexed.

‘Back off?’

Magyo knows no retreat.

To step back while dealing with those lowly unbelievers is, in a way, a shame worse than death for the worshiper of the Heavenly Demon.

Not just one or two, but four or five simultaneously?

‘What the hell is going on in there….?’

Fortunately, the question was quickly resolved.

This is because a group of martial artists stormed out in unison following the fallen Demonic cultist.

The Envoy’s eyes shook.

“This…..”

The sword’s edge of the person who jumped like a bird in the lead shone in the moonlight. It was an intense look as if it were engraved in his eyes.

He didn’t know exactly why, but he couldn’t take his eyes off it for a moment as if his soul had been taken away.

“…..”

With a swing of the sword, he began falling like an arrow being shot. At the same time, a blood-red flower-shaped sword energy began to bloom at the edge of his sword.

“… Plum blossoms?”

The Envoy’s mouth opened unknowingly.

Chung Myung wrapped around the fluttering petals rotating downward and descending.

Those who climbed the wall jumped away in a panic, but the fluttering plum blossoms pierced their bodies without letting them go.

Puuut!

The Demonic cultist whose carotid artery had been pierced grabbed his neck with both hands, from which blood gushed out like a waterfall. But that was all, there was nothing he could do about his falling body.

Kuung!

Kuuung!

Those who climbed the wall fell to the ground one by one, and Chung Myung, who was swinging his Plum Blossom Sword, landed right next to them.

Tak.

Spinning.

As soon as he got off, Chung Myung, who held the sword in reverse, slightly lowered his body. His gaze toward the Demonic cultists who forcibly raised their bodies while convulsing was absolutely chilling.

“This bas…..”

Kwaaaang!

“Amitabha.”

“…..”

But before Chung Myung could say anything, Hye Yeon, who shot Hundred Steps Divine Fist (백보신권(百步神拳)) in the air, landed gently beside him.

Hye Yeon’s expression seeing the Demonic cultist who had become porridge was elated. Then, looking at Chung Myung’s face, he scratched his head awkwardly.

“What’s wrong?”

“….No. Well done.”

‘Aah, good job.’

‘It’s a problem because he’s so good.’

After those two, Mount Hua’s disciples landed in unison.

Chung Myung, who confirmed that everyone had come down, spurred forward without saying a word. No more words were needed.

“Get out of the way, you punks! You lot are a bother!”

When Chung Myung shouted out, the pale-faced Ice Clan warriors stepped aside. They didn’t understand the situation, but they could instinctively understand that they shouldn’t block the front of the Jungwon people running with heavy momentum.

As the path opened, the figures of the Demonic cultists in black uniforms were clearly visible.

Their blood-soaked appearance while muttering words was evil, but Chung Myung swelled joyfully and laughed.

Kwaang!

Chung Myung, who kicked the ground and broke it, immediately narrowed the distance between them.

Then he stretched his sword. No, he was going to.

However, before his sword could even be swung, the Cultist protruding right next to his face quickly stabbed him.

Kakang!

The Demonic cultist succeeded blocked the sword but couldn’t overcome the force and eventually took a few steps back.

“What?”

Baek Cheon, who stabbed his sword before Chung Myung could, once again burst a roar and relentlessly attacked the Demonic cultists.

“You damn kid!”

Chung Myung’s eyebrows twitched slightly as the Cultist gritted their teeth and recited.

‘Kid?’

‘Well, that’s true, but…..’

Paaaat!

The sword wielded by Chung Myung quickly cut him off. The Demonic cultist, who had long scars from his chest to his stomach, distorted his face and stepped back again.

“I’m not a kid you can ignore!”

“Taaaat!”

Baek Cheon shot up into the air, scattering plum blossom sword energy. The red plum blossoms preempted where Chung Myung was about to go and tied the opponent’s hands and feet first.

“Right!”

Chung Myung, who was unknowingly excited, giggled and rushed forward.

“You bastards!”

The Demonic cultist, who had bloodshot eyes, waved their hands roughly. The black energy emanating from the blackened hand flew in a destructive shape as if it would explode Chung Myung’s head at any moment.

However, Chung Myung did not even give it a look but thrust his sword into the heart of the Cultist in front of him.

And.

Kagagang!

The sword that was swung from behind like a beam of light naturally bounced off the energy that flew toward Chung Myung.

Soft, yet sharp!

Yoo Iseol deflected the energy with minimal force and swung her sword like lightning with cold eyes.

“Keuk!”

The Demonic cultists quickly flung their bodies to the left and right to evade the sharp sword that flew as if it would split their bodies in half.

However, that was never a good choice.

Swaeaeaek! Swaek!

Because the rain of dagger by Tang So-so, which was quickly released from behind Yoo Iseol was scattered and relentlessly tracking them.

“This…..”

“Leech-like bastard!”

At that moment, a strong rebuttal popped out from behind Chung Myung.

“The leeches are you guys!”

“Hit him!”

Paaat!

In an instant, Yoon Jong and Jo-Gol, who jumped over Chung Myung’s head, scattering plum blossoms and attacking the Cultist had their formation destroyed.

There was no hesitation or doubt.

All that remained in their eyes was a firm determination.

The swordsmanship of the two sharply descended on the heads of the Demonic cultists.

And.

“Very…..”

Chung Myung smiled and ran forward like a thunderbolt.

“You guys are so excited! These yangbans!”

Paaat!

Chung Myung’s sword and the sound of tearing the air apart cut through the panicked Demonic cultist’s body diagonally.

Chwaaak!

The blood that gushed out like a fountain from the cut soaked Chung Myung’s whole body, but he didn’t even blink.

“Aaaaakkkh!”

The Demonic cultist with his chest cut screamed and rushed at Chung Myung. The scene of rushing without stopping even after half a cut in the heart was creepy and bizarre.

It was a situation in that anyone could not help but be startled.

But.

Kwadeuk!

Chung Myung thrust his sword into the neck of the charging Cultist without hesitation.

“Keuruk…..”

Sogok! Sogok!

And that wasn’t all. His wrist, which was full of the black energy, was cut at once, and his knee, too. And the last strike, the sword struck his head and he lost his balance and fell.

Paeaeng!

The severed head spun and soared into the air.

The edge of the sword does not shake even an inch.

A Slaughter Sword (살검(殺劍)) without the slightest hesitation.

Chung Myung’s performance felt stronger than usual.

When Chung Myung met an opponent he may kill, Chung Myung started running wild like a fish in water.

“Bastaaaaard!”

Unlike when they faced the Ice Clan, the Demonic cultist, pushed back from their momentum, lost their composure and succumbed to anger. But Chung Myung attacked and bit them like bloodthirsty wolves.

Salgom!

Chung Myung’s sword was embedded in his sharp hand. The sword instantly plunged to the ground with a cut finger.

Sogok!

After cutting off his wrist, the sword, which moved violently, cut his shoulder.

Puuk!

The sword, which briefly blocked the opponent’s movement by stabbing the stomach, was pulled out instantly, leaving deep cuts on both thighs.

It was impossible to run any further, as both legs and stomach were damaged.

“He- Heavenly Demon Advent…..”

Chung Myung’s knee was stuck in the lower jaw of the faltering Cultist.

Kwang!

With a heavy kick, the tattered body flew back and spewed out blood.

“Tell me again! As long as that mouth is intact!”

Chung Myung lit up a fire in his eyes and ran with formidable momentum. Baek Cheon responded without missing his move.

“Catch up!”

“Yes!”

As he ran out, Baek Cheon’s gaze was filled with the image of the Ice Clan warriors watching them with astonishment.

‘Yes, it’s surprising. Because I’m surprised, too.’

There is no difference between the Demonic cultist they fought against a while ago and the people that Mount Hua’s disciples are dealing with now.

But now, Mount Hua’s disciples were fighting and not feeling any pressure.

The gloomy feeling that squeezed their heart and the fear that made their body tremble disappeared as if they had been washed away.

All that’s left is a simmering sense of exaltation and full confidence.

Just because Chung Myung was in the lead gave them overflowing energy and confidence.

A single absolute master changes the flow on the battlefield.

Only then did Baek Cheon find out what such a word meant. This was something that anyone who hadn’t experienced it in person would never understand.

Kagagagak!

Chung Myung’s movements, which cut his opponent and stabbed them in the neck, seemed light yet aggressive. It was scary to imagine what kind of expression that guy would be making now.

Baek Cheon cried out to Sahyung following him.

“Don’t let him do this alone! We are Mount Hua Sect!”

“Yes, Sasuk!”

“Of course!”

Mount Hua’s disciples raced competitively, followed by the roar of Hye Yeon’s chant.

Paaaat!

The opponent’s head was blown off, and hot blood was scattered over Chung Myung’s face. Licking his lips, he twisted the corners of his mouth. Killing intent poured out of his glaring eyes.

‘It’s a strange feeling.’

Doing this terrible thing again, he felt a subtle familiarity and longing. The smell of blood and death stings his nose. Hot blood that wets the body and bodies that cool down in all directions.

It’s a sight that he used to get sick of.

At that time, he lived through this battlefield. Kill and kill, only moved forward.

But if there’s anything else…….

Kung!

Chung Myung kicked the Cultist’s knee, blowing up all the miscellaneous thoughts in his head.

The opponent’s knee was bent upside down with the bone-crushing sound and his posture lowered. Just enough to get his throat cut off.

So there is no reason to hesitate.

Paaat!

He cut his opponent’s throat in half and kicked the headless corpse and exhaled a hot breath.

Right, even then…….

It wasn’t that different back then.

It’s just….

Chung Myung bent his knee slightly. The gaze, mixed with killing intent and madness, shone eerily.

He hit the energy of the attacker that rushed at him and counter-attacked. The thunderbolt-like quick sword that followed pierced the opponent’s upper arm and shoulder, completely opening the Cultist’s upper body.

Chung Myung, who neutralized his opponent, tried to pass him by as if it were natural.

‘Mistake…!’

As old thoughts kept coming back, old habits came out. Even though he is no longer what he used to be.

Surprised, Chung Myung clenched his teeth and tried to lift his sword again.

But then.

Paaat!

A pure white sword flew from behind him like an illusion and was embedded in the heart of the Demonic cultist whose upper body was open.

Kwadeuk.

“…..”

Chung Myung opened his eyes wide.

For an instant, the Hancheol Sword, which dug into the opponent’s heart, overlapped with the vision of the Plum Blossom Sword he had seen in the past.

– Sahyung!

At the momentarily longing voice that crossed his mind, Chung Myung looked back without realizing it.

Baek Cheon, who had his sword stuck in the opponent’s heart, was looking at him.

As if asking if there was a problem.

“…..”

There is no familiar face.

It’s not the face he has missed so much.

But…..

Chung Myung tightened his grip on his sword.

Then he bit his lips and looked forward again without saying a word.

‘Don’t worry, you idiots.’

‘Even without you guys, some support me here.’