Chapter 521: Let Me Make You Remember From Now (1)

Chapter 521: Let Me Make You Remember From Now (1)

“Sago!”

Upon hearing Chung Myung’s voice, Yu Yiseol swiftly unsheathed the sword from her waist and tossed it to him.

The Dark Fragrant Plum Sword spun gracefully in the air before landing safely in Chung Myung’s grip.

Tuk.

At that moment, Chung Myung managed to tame his fierce temperament and shifted his gaze towards Yoon Jong.

“Sahyung.”

“Huh?”

“You must be feeling cold.”

Yoon Jong responded with a frigid stare.

This... Could it be that this guy was actually concerned about him?

“Right. I nearly died... thanks to...”

“Wow, damn, I completely forgot I didn’t have a sword for a moment there. I was so stunned. It’s a shame that my anger subsided. If I had been just a little later, Sahyung would have died?”

“...”

What, this bastard!

Yoon Jong’s body started to sweat. He realized he had entered and exited the gates of hell.

“... oh my goodness.”

“Chung Myung is the one who saved the day, so why invoke the heavens?”

“Just shut up, just...”

Yoon Jong shouted at Jo Gul in a low tone and wiped the sweat off his face.

How strange.

Nothing had changed in this situation. It was just Chung Myung who was done with his cultivation. Even so, it felt as if the entire world had just been lifted off his shoulders. Even though he knew full well that it wasn’t a time for relaxation.

But this wasn’t a feeling only Yoon Jong had.

The atmosphere had surely changed.

Only one person woke up, yet it caused the advancing crowd from the Demonic Sect to halt like a frozen tide.

All eyes were fixed on Chung Myung.

“Hmm.”

In the midst of their penetrating gazes, Chung Myung discreetly assessed the injuries of the Mount Hua disciples. His eyes narrowed as he observed that every single one of them was wounded.

“Tsk.”

If someone hadn’t experienced it firsthand, they wouldn’t be able to comprehend the horrors of the Demonic Sect. It was impossible to truly capture their madness and cruelty.

That was why he opted for this approach.

However...

In a split second, all emotion disappeared from Chung Myung’s face.

Srrng.

His sword was gradually drawn out, gleaming with a bright silver hue.

Objectively speaking, it was quite a remarkable sight, but the onlookers’ feelings towards him were bordering on unsettled.

One of the demons frowned.

‘What is that?’

He appeared to be a regular young man who had barely finished practicing martial arts. He didn’t seem threatening enough for everyone to pause and focus their attention on him. It was most likely because they believed this young man possessed the ice crystals or at least had the highest chance of having them.

But why did everyone freeze? Even the members of the Demonic Sect?

As he regained his composure, he also placed his hand on something and turned to face the man without fully understanding why.

He pursued his lips and mumbled a chant, as usual, signaling the attack.

“Second Coming of the Heavenly Demon...”

Paaang!

However, the Demonic Sect member could hear the sound of air being torn.

‘What is that?’

He then noticed something odd. No words escaped his mouth.

He wasn’t trying to think. He was trying to speak. But his mouth remained closed, and no words came out.

It was just in his head.

‘Why...’

Soon, his vision started to blur. Flustered by this absurd sensation, he hurriedly attempted to move his hand, but the feeling vanished.

The entire world seemed to tilt to the side. Even as everything turned upside down and an unfamiliar yet familiar body appeared before him, he failed to realize that he was dying. And in this way, he lost consciousness.

Thud.

The severed head dropped to the ground.

The members of the Demonic Sect stood there, shocked by the gruesome sight.

“What...?”

They muttered in disbelief.

A single slash.

Just one.

The young Taoist playfully swung his sword and effortlessly beheaded the person in front who didn’t even have time to resist.

The Demonic Sect members seemed slightly agitated and surprised, but Chung Myung remained calm, his expression unchanging.

The tip of the sword trembled slightly once more, before releasing plum blossom sword qi akin to red blood.

Plum blossoms scattered in the air, pouring down like torrential rain upon both the demons and the blood-red petals. These petals, unstoppable and unerring, pierced through their bodies.

Slash, slash! Slash!

The sound of Chung Myung’s attack piercing through the demon rang out with clarity. Just like a storm that could not be halted, the swirling petals in every direction were unstoppable.

Before he could absorb all the sword qi, the desperate demon collapsed to the ground.

“...”

Blood spurted from the pierced throat as the heartbeat slowed. White steam billowed from the mouth, chilling the air even further.

Paat!

Blood sprayed from the sword’s tip as it swung once more, staining the white stone crimson.

Shhh.

In a single moment, three demons met their end.

The demons, who slaughtered the Ice Palace warriors and drove the Mount Hua disciples to the brink of death, now had their own breaths cut down.

The air, colder than the blizzard that raged against the hole in the wall swept through the room.

Chung Myung spoke through the silence and heavy atmosphere, where no one could open their mouth carelessly.

“Looks like you have had a lot of fun till now.”

Chung Myung showed his teeth and smiled.

“Now, do you understand? Who is the prey here?”

Throb.

The demons clenched their teeth.

It felt as though the killing intent was tearing their skin apart.

“Why so frightened?”

Chung Myung’s eyes flashed in an instant.

“Everyone will perish here.”

Snap.

Chung Myung walked casually, stepping on the ground.

Hae Yeon and Yu Yiseol unconsciously made way for him. Even amidst that, Chung Myung’s gaze remained fixed on the demons beyond Baek Cheon.

After passing Baek Cheon, Chung Myung stood before the demons. A palpable tension emanated from his sword.

“...”

Baek Cheon clenched his teeth.

‘Stay focused.’

With Chung Myung’s current skills, they wouldn’t be able to offer much assistance...

“Sasuk!”

“Huh?”

Baek Cheon flinched at Chung Myung’s call. However, Chung Myung carried on without even glancing back. It was the familiar and natural voice he was accustomed to.

“Sago! Sahyung! Soso!”

“Got it!”

“Yes, senior!”

“Support me from behind! Make sure not to miss even a single one of them!”

“Yes!”

“Yes!”

“What are you staring at, you fool!”

“Ah, I see!”

All the disciples of Mount Hua lined up to the left and right of Chung Myung to protect him. Chung Myung waited for them to prepare and spoke with a gentle smile.

“It seems like they’ve lost their focus and forgotten. Let’s remind them now.”

He chuckled as he shouted.

“Where is the place that cast those damned demons into the depths of hell!”

The disciples of Mount Hua couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming pride at the resounding shout.

Mount Hua.

The eyes of the disciples, who held steadfast to the teachings contained within those two simple words, underwent a profound transformation.

It was said that in this vast world, there are countless sects, but only one struck fear into the hearts of the Demonic Sect.

The sacrifice of Mount Hua until now filled them with pride, occasionally mixed with resentment. But the sacrifice that went unnoticed was what supported them from behind.

“Ready?”

“Everything’s perfect!”

“Then...”

Chung Myung grinned.

“Here we go! Make sure to kill them all!”

“Ohhhh!”

Without hesitation, Chung Myung led the way and charged forward without a glance back. His sahyung and sajaes quickly followed suit.

The icy lands of the North Sea...

In the darkness cast by the Demonic Sect, the plum blossoms of Mount Hua flourished.