Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 1045
It feels like the sword is being held by tough rubber. The dull texture of the bone felt only after piercing that sensation. Blood that is so hot that it radiates heat as if it would scald the body. And the sound of air leaking out as the throat is cut mixed with the sound of death.
All these sensations dredged up memories from the depths of his mind.
‘Not yet.’
Kwadeuk!
The sword of Chung Myung instantly crushed half of the cultist’s neck.
‘yet!’
Chung Myung swung his sword even faster, slicing through the half-severed neck again.
Kagagagak!
‘No!’
He gritted his teeth and rotated his body. The tip of his sword traced a circle that seemed almost illusionary.
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Sogok!
There is no sensation in the fingertips. The perfectly swung sword cleanly severed the cultist’s neck and raised arm simultaneously. Although he could not feel the slightest sensation, paradoxically, a profound sense of fulfillment lingered at his fingertips.
Chung Myung instinctively tightened his grip on the sword.
It was as if he was savoring the sensation at his fingertips, yet at the same time, he seemed to despise the fact that it remained.
His eyes were bloodshot as he bit his lip.
Kuung!
The sound of stepping on the advance resonated stronger than ever. Internal strength surged like a waterfall from deep within his Dantian.
The purest energy in the world, painstakingly refined again and again, exploded through his body and into his sword.
Compared to the immense internal strength he possessed during his days as Plum Blossom Sword Sovereign, it was still insignificant. However, although the absolute quantity was insufficient, the quality was incomparable.
Wiiiiiiing!
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His internal strength courses through the sword and rotates fiercely. The blade, sharp as lightning, clashed with the cultist’s demonic energy-wrapped arm.
Jjok!
There was no sensation of cutting.
Chung Myung’s energy pulverized the demonic energy. An arm that cannot exert demonic energy is no better than a piece of rotten wood. As Chung Myung’s sword grazed past, the cultist’s arm split open, spattering sticky blood.
Sogok!
However, Chung Myung didn’t give the cultist a chance to be surprised. He immediately swung his sword again, decisively cutting off the cultist’s head with one blow.
Chwaaaak!
Hot blood spurted from the severed neck and drenched Chung Myung’s face. The stench of blood was almost dizzying, but even amidst all that, Chung Myung’s eyes remained as cold as ice.
It was at that point that the change occurred.
“Kill them!”
“Wipe them all out! Those damn dog-like fanatics!”
The elites of Black Ghost Fortress, who were frozen with fear, gathered their momentum and rushed after Chung Myung.
They are Evil Sects. It is natural for them to respect power and follow the strong more than Righteous Sects.
Now a strong person whom they can trust and follow has appeared in front of them.
It doesn’t matter whether the man is of Righteous Sects or Evil Sects. Because such distinction is meaningless in front of Magyo.
What is important to them now is that an absolute powerhouse has appeared in front of them who can turn this hellish situation around.
This is not the realm of calculation and reason. They use their instincts to grasp the victory. They discovered shining victory on Chung Myung’s back.
“Push them back!”
“Oooooooooouhhhh!”
The cool-headed elites of Black Ghost Fortress roared their hearts out and began to attack the cultists in one wave.
“These damned bastards...!”
The cultists rolled their eyes at the sight.
How dare these filthy unbelievers bare their teeth and attack the believers? It was a sight their devout faith could not tolerate.
Resistance to the cult is like resistance to the Great One.
The cultist’s mouth gaped open. However, that alone did not seem to have broken his fighting spirit, and the cultist struggled and flailed his hand.
“Hmm....”
Jang Ilso, who slapped the hand away as if indulging a child’s prank, narrowed his eyes.
“Attacking the neck doesn’t seem appropriate... If tearing the throat doesn’t do it, then, hmm...”
Kwadeuk! Kwadeudeuk!
Jang Ilso’s hand, which was stuck in the cultist’s neck, pushed through, tearing through the flesh.
“Kkeueu.... Keuaargh....”
Even the cultist, who seemed immune to pain, couldn’t bear this terrible agony and let out pained groans. In fact, it may have been a desperate scream, but his airway was already half-pierced, so he would not have been able to scream to his heart’s content.
“I guess this should do it.”
Udeuk!
Jang Ilso’s hand, which touched the neck bone, mercilessly broke and crushed the cultist’s neck bone. The cultist trembled as if in convulsions, then bit his tongue and twisted his head as he died.
“Hmm.”
Jang Ilso watched the cultist thoughtfully and then scrunched his nose as if holding filth. He tossed the body aside and shook the blood off his hands.
“The head, or perhaps the neck bone. Complicated. Then...”
A look of discomfort flashed across Jang Ilso’s white face.
Originally, the moment he touched the neck with his nails, it should have been severed.
But the reality was different. In order to break that neck bone, He had to go through the trouble of digging into and tearing apart the neck.
‘Does it mean that my internal strength doesn’t work well?’
He clearly understood what Great Master of Ten Thousand Gold meant. If even this riffraff resisted his internal strength, it was evident what sort of tactics that bishop might employ without even needing to see.
“This is quite....”
Jang Ilso’s gaze turned to Chung Myung’s back, who was rampaging around. Jang Ilso smiled crookedly as he saw Chung Myung striking the cultist’s head in one fell swoop.
“It’s not fair, is it?”
It seemed bringing these guys along was a good choice after all.
“Tsk.”
But he soon clicked his tongue in displeasure as he watched Chung Myung. Leading from the front was all well and good, but wasn’t this just draining his strength?
It seemed that Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword had forgotten who they were dealing with.
Otherwise... that’s just the kind of person he was?
‘Of course, it’s the latter.’
It would be quicker to wait for a waterfall to rise into the sky than to hope for that man to become stupid.
“I respect your preferences, but right now, you are under my command, and it’s troublesome if you act too recklessly.”
Jang Ilso smirked bitterly and glanced back.
“You all heard that, right?”
Instead of an answer, a soft rustling of breath was heard. Although they are called Red Dogs, they are by no means crazy dogs that run wild without knowing what to do. Rather, it was a hunting dog that attacked Jang Ilso’s enemies in an extremely restrained manner and bit their necks, suffocating them.
“What you need to aim for is the neck bone, or perhaps the head. If you break that, they’re not much different from a regular person.”
Jang Ilso’s eyes were grim as he stared in Chung Myung’s direction.
“It might be fun just to watch, but it’s not polite to let only the guest fight. After all, I am quite a gentleman. So...”
Jang Ilso gestured lightly forward with his chin.
“Go and bite.”
As soon as the order was given, Red Dogs, who had been guarding behind Jang Ilso, turned into a red beam and rushed forward.
Jang Ilso slowly took a step forward as he saw Red Dogs running forward in white robes.
“I’m curious.”
A mischievous glint continuously whipped through his eyes.
“These guys are like this, so... Just what kind of monster is that bishop supposed to be?”
His eyes moved beyond the battlefield to the half-collapsed Hangzhou. It seemed as if an extremely gloomy energy was flowing from the depths of that city.
“It’s chilling.”
Krararak.
His rings clashed harshly against each other.
Jang Ilso, who slowly brushed his lips with his fingertips, soon took a stride forward with a murderous look in his eyes.