Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 529

“Gasp!”

Han Yi-myung was stunned and unknowingly swallowed the empty wind.

In essence, there is an unspoken procedure in warfare.

When an enemy is discovered, commanders strategize and fine-tune tactics. And deliver a speech that boosts army morale.

After completing all of these preparations, it is critical to launching the attack.

In a war, each side kills the other.

They need at least some time to settle their minds before a life-or-death fight, no matter how much they are warriors who earn their meals with swords.

Chung Myung, on the other hand, neatly ignored such a basic process.

He rushed to the enemy without a single sign or instruction. Han Yi-hair myung’s turned white as soon as he saw that back.

‘W- What the hell!’

As a result, he was unsure of what decision to make at the time.

But. At that moment.

“Everyone!”

Seol So-baek, who was watching the situation next to Han Yi-myung, shouted loudly in a clear voice.

“Attack! Don’t give the opponent a chance to take a formation!”

Han Yi-myung, confused by the words, quickly came to his senses.

‘Formation?’

His stopped head quickly began to spin again.

Enemies are coming out of the cave now. In other words, they are concentrated in a narrow place.

If all the opponents come out of the cave and spread wide, all the numerical superiority becomes useless. Didn’t he already experience it once?

‘What a fool!’

Han Yi-myung bit his lips and screamed out.

“Attack! Now! Attack at ooooonce!”

Mount Hua’s disciples were already running after Chung Myung at a formidable pace.

Chung Myung, who took the lead, was blowing away and hit the Cultists who had not yet established a formation.

“Attack! Damn it, attack! The momentum must continue!”

Han Yi-myung’s voice was filled with indisputable irritation and anger that could not be hidden.

‘Damn it.’.

Han Yi-myung looked back. The Ice Clan Warriors were just buzzing around at the sudden attack order.

Even the commanders who were supposed to crack down on them in the middle and carry out their orders seemed to find it difficult to control the flustered Ice Clan Warriors.

Why can’t the Ice Clan Warriors keep up with that speed?

This is Chung Myung, who usually talks nonsense as if he is out of his mind. However, even chasing after him when he entered the battlefield was difficult.

‘Why the hell?’

At that moment.

Chaeng!

Seol So-baek pulled a sword from his waist with a determined face.

‘What?!’

“Everyone, advaaaaaance!”

Then, he ran forward before he could stop him. As the young Clan Leader ran out first, other Ice Clan Warriors rushed to follow without even thinking about it.

“Uoooohhhhhh!”

“Follow the Clan Leader!”

“Defeat Magyo!”

Han Yi-myung stared blankly as if frozen at Seol So-baek, who ran away, and the Ice Clan Warriors that followed him.

There is no strategy or formation. So, of course, it was a chaotic charge. But the momentum was obviously very different from before.

‘That child, before I knew it……?’

Han Yi-myung couldn’t take his eyes off the child’s back.

He is the son of the former Clan Leader.

But he was no different from his own son, whom he raised himself. The image of him looking up at him while calling out to him as his father was still good in front of Han Yi-myung’s eyes.

That’s why this situation was even more unfamiliar. When did that young and small child grow up to lead everyone as the Clan Leader?

Biting his lips, Han Yi-myung began to run forward with all his might.

‘I can’t lose either!’

He squeezed his sword tightly as he watched Chung Myung blowing the Demonic Cultists at the forefront and Seol So-baek running straight forwards.

Paaaaat!

Chung Myung’s sword split the space like a lightning.

Chwaaak!

The Cultist who lost one arm in an instant distorted his face like a demon and fiercely swung his remaining hand.

But.

Sogok! Sogok! Sogok!

His wrists, upper arms, and sides were deeply cut before he even touched Chung Myung’s body. The red flesh was completely exposed.

“Keuk …..”

The Demonic cultist, who had his internal power flow completely blocked, groaned and tried to hit Chung Myung with his body. However, Chung Myung’s sword was much faster this time as well.

Puuk! Puuk!

A dozen stabs.

The ten sword energy was so fast as if it was unleashed simultaneously embedded in the whole body of the Cultist. The black-robed Cultist’s upper body was punctured instantly, and blood poured out.

Puuuuk!

The last strike pierced the Cultist’s heart.

“Kkeuk…..”

Even as he felt the eerie sensation of the sword cutting through his heart, the Demonic cultist did not stop.

He somehow stretched out his dangling arms and tried to grab Chung Myung by the neck.

Chung Myung muttered slowly.

“… As expected…..”

Kwadeuk.

The sword lodged in the Cultist’s heart was twisted without mercy.

“Cough!”

Blood gushed out like a fountain from the mouth of the Demonic cultist.

“There must be something great in there. Seeing how desperate he is.”

“… He- Heavenly Demon …..”

Paaat!

Chung Myung, who swung the sword stuck in the heart as if tearing off the upper body of the Demonic cultist, moved forward with a nonchalant face.

Blood that had soared into the air poured over his body like rain. Those who did not know the situation would have misunderstood Chung Myung as a demon if they had seen the scene.

That’s how cruel and harsh it was in his hands.

However, the cruel sight was enough to demoralize the opponent and raise the morale of those who followed him.

“Advance forward!”

Baek Cheon shouted loudly and pressed the Cultist. The Plum Blossom Swordsmanship spewed from the edge of his sword poured into the enemies, pulsating more vividly than usual.

“Amitabha!”

Hye Yeon’s fist also moved with the same momentum.

The energy, who shot from the tip of his fist, was locked up by the Cultist who was busy blocking the Plum Blossom Swordsmanship.

Kwaaang!

The Demonic cultists spewed blood and flew backward along with a huge explosion. It was an attack that was more than enough to turn the inside of the body into porridge.

Hye Yeon stared fiercely with wide eyes and bit his lips tightly.

‘Who else would go to hell if it wasn’t me?’

It was unacceptable for a body following the Buddha’s Path to commit murder. Therefore, he has controlled his power to not kill his opponent in any circumstances.

However, in this situation, that thought is just arrogance.

“Back off!”

Uuuung!

Hye Yeon’s whole body exuded an auspicious golden aura.

Out of the Seventy-Two Unique Martial Arts, he used the Great Supreme Power (無上大能力), gnashing his teeth and pouring out his energy like a waterfall toward the Demonic cultists.

The white earth was bathed in golden light from the energy.

‘I am not a person that needs to be protected.’

If he avoids murder, someone has to kill just as much.

If he said such a thing even while watching the bloody figure of Chung Myung in front of him with his own eyes, it would be the same as putting off a sin he committed himself to others.

“A-mi-ta-bha!”

Hye Yeon, who had shouted his chant so loud that it resounded throughout the mountain, vigorously stretched out both his hands forward. The energy of the Great Supreme Power poured into the Cultist like a light shining through the darkness.

Kuuung!

A tremendous roar rang out. Those who were hit by the energy spouted blood and collapsed.

The entire valley vibrated and shook as if it had been an earthquake.

“Uwoh, damn! Seriously! I should have entered Shaolin!”

“Keep your mouth shut and concentrate, Jo-Gol.”

“No, Sahyung. Look at that. That makes no sense……. Ugh! Can you not wield your sword at your Saje!”

“Yes! Please shut up, please!”

Jo-Gol, who giggled while avoiding Yoon Jong’s sword jumped over the heads of the Demonic Cultists with both eyes emitting a terrifying glare.

Papapat!

Before long, dozens of sword energy created by his sword poured over the heads of the Demonic cultists.

“Argh!”

“This guy!”

Those who could not avoid it, and those who avoided it somehow. Finally.

“Die!”

A blackened hand aimed at Jo-Gol’s lower body.

However, the hand he wielded was blocked by the sword’s edge that popped out before it touched Jo-Gol’s body.

Kakang!

Yoon Jong, who stretched out his sword to protect Jo-Geol, said with coldly sunken eyes.

“Didn’t I tell you not to run wild suddenly!”

“These guys have to do this much.”

“The enemy is Magyo.”

“I know!”

Yoon Jong, who had been silent for a while, smiled and said as if chewing.

“Yeah, let’s see them die!”

And with his teeth clenched, he supported Jo-Gol and began to fight fiercely.

Chung Myung, who watched the scene sneakily, thought as he swung his sword with a strange expression.

‘Maybe because they’re young, every day is different.’

They had changed so much that they could not even be compared with the people they had when they first entered the North Sea. As they experienced life-and-death battles one after another, their sword became sharper and stronger.

Now, it was too much to call them a Rising Star.

Yoo Iseol and Tang So-so also formed a pair and were driving the enemies at a frightening speed. Yoo Iseol led Tang So-so, and Tang So-so backed her to fill the gap.

“These wicked bastards!”

The successive performances of Mount Hua disciples and Hye Yeon drew the eyes of the Cultists.

But.

“No way.”

Paaaat!

Chung Myung’s sword hit the head of the Cultist right in front of him. As the blood was scattered all over the place, the eyes that had been heading their way all at once returned to Chung Myung.

Chung Myung twisted the corners of his mouth bizarrely and grinned.

“You almost disappoint me, you know?”

He gripped the sword in reverse and began to run amok like a bloodthirsty wolf. At the same time, the warriors of the Ice Clan who caught up with Seol So-baek came rushing like white waves and hit the marchers.

“Defeat them!”

“There are far more of us! Don’t back off!”

“The North Sea is over if we don’t defeat these guys! Never leave a single one alive!”

Inspired by the performance of Mount Hua’s disciples, the warriors of the Ice Clan swung their swords with immense force, almost as if they had lost their reason.

They have already experienced one victory.

Of course, they suffered horrendous damage and did little on their own, but victory was a victory anyway.

Moreover, there were not as many Cultists they had to deal with now as the other day.

So there was no reason not to do it again. Above all, isn’t Chung Myung that crushes the enemy in the forefront still intact?

“Show them the power of the Ice Clan!”

“Uuooooohhhhh!”

Numbers are power in themselves.

The Demonic cultists, narrowly positioned in front of the cave, were quickly surrounded by Ice Clan warriors. As their position, which was already narrow became narrower, it became difficult to demonstrate their skills.

As he watched the scene, a ghastly killing intent came out of Chung Myung’s gaze.

‘Clumsy.’

The more they fought, the more certain it became.

The venom and cruelty of the past have not been lost, but they are not as strong. Both military force and tactics are incomparably clumsy.

‘Heavenly Demon.’

In the end, his existence was a problem.

Magyo without Heavenly Demon is nothing more than a group of fanatics. The madness horrifies the beholder, but, to put it bluntly, there are several more fanatic groups like that in Kangho.

However, when Heavenly Demon is added to that fanatic group, Magyo becomes the strongest slaughter group to the point of shaking the history of Kangho.

Those who serve the living gods have nothing to fear and nothing to lose.

The people before him can still be called humans, but not when the Heavenly Demon is resurrected.

‘Therefore…!’

Paaaat!

Chung Myung’s sword cut off the entire Cultist who blocked his front.

“Get out of the way.”

It’s in there.

Judging by their actions, something must be happening inside the cave.

“Die!”

Just then, a Cultist rushed with his eyes turned upside down. Chung Myung thrust the sword deep into his hand and revealed his teeth.

Chwaaak!

The Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword in his hand moved forward and split his arm long.

“Argh!”

In the face of the tremendous pain, even the Demonic cultist couldn’t help but scream terrible screams.

Paaaat!

Having shown mercy by cutting the opponent’s neck to ease his pain, Chung Myung moved quickly toward the cave, with his eyes lit up.

“Get out of the way.”

The blood of the Demonic cultists flowed down his face.

On his blood-stained face, only his two eyes were shining.

“Or everyone dies here.”

Hwirik.

Chung Myung, who quickly turned his sword, rushed forward.

As it is, a Cultist has Chung Myung’s sword firmly embedded in his heart. Then, with the Cultust’s convulsive body lifted like a shield, Chung Myung rushed into the cave.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!”

Looking at Chung Myung, who is pushing forward without hesitation, the Demonic cultists with bloodshot eyes greeted him with screams that seemed out of this world.