Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 1747



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Episode 1747. It’s okay to say it’s a venting. (2)

Kkwaduk!

An eerie white light was stuck in the neck of the Blood Cultist who had not been able to pull himself out.

The dark plum blossom sword.

The poisonous weapon of the Hwasan Sword Master Cheongmyeong, which is considered a magic sword in Sapa and has taken countless lives, has taken another life.

“ugh…….”

The body of the person whose throat had been pierced but whose breath did not stop twitching and convulsed. It was a horrifying sight that I could not bear to see with my eyes open, but Cheongmyeong’s two eyes were eerily indifferent.

“one.”

Pfft!

The sword was pulled out from his neck and blood spurted into the air like an arrow.

As if that was a signal, the blood cultists all turned their backs and started to run away. There was no need for orders. If they had thoughts, they would know what to do now.

“Retreat! Retreat!”

Crunch!

The spine of a cultist who turned his back with a loud noise was broken. The Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword was stuck in.

“Ugh!”

A suffocating groan escaped me, as if I was having trouble breathing.

Another eerie sound followed, and there were no more groans.

Everyone who was running ahead could guess that the neck had been cut off after the spine. Even without looking back to check.

‘Why!’

That was the only question that came to the mind of the Blood Cultists who were marching with all their might at the forefront.

‘Why is the plum blossom sword ghost here!’

This is the lowlands of Mt. Wudang. It is quite a distance to the Wudangpa at the top of the mountain. It is not a place where a big guy like Hwasan Swordsman would suddenly appear. But why is that monster here!

Crunch!

“Eww!”

“two.”

My confused mind became as empty as a blank sheet of paper.

The sound of the sword slicing through another’s flesh was faintly overlapping. Not once, but twice. That meant that he had swung his sword from behind and cut off both of their legs in one fell swoop.

But the eerie sound didn’t end there. The distinct sound of a sharp sword piercing the back of the neck of a fallen man pierced my ears.

‘S, save me… … .’

Now there was no confusion. The only thing that filled my mind was the instinct to survive.

In an instant, my whole body was drenched in sweat.

It is unclear whether it is because he is terrified or because he is running with a strength he has never shown before in his life.

But even though I was running with all my might, my body was getting colder and colder.

Crunch!

“three.”

Crunch!

“four.”

The emotionless voice, instead of moving away, grew closer.

The sound of swords cutting through bodies, the desperate groans, the calm counting of heads. It was all terrifying. Even those who had a certain tolerance for ‘horror’ couldn’t help but shiver.

“Eww!”

“seven.”

The moment they finally heard the number seven, the hairs of the Blood Cultists stood on end.

‘How much was it?’

Those who come here… … .

Crunch!

There was no need for him to find the answer.

“… … Ugh.”

A white blade stained with blood was revealed, piercing his lower abdomen.

“… … Cool.”

As if his insides had been torn to shreds, a foul-smelling stream of blood gushed out from deep within his throat.

“eww…….”

I instinctively felt around the area where the sword had protruded from my stomach.

This much hurt, this much pain… … .

“Eww!”

At that moment, a terrible scream burst out of the Blood Cultist’s mouth. The sword that had pierced his back and stuck into his body twisted at a bizarre angle, stirring his insides.

I may be able to endure the pain of the skin, but I absolutely could not bear the pain of the terrible energy flowing out of the sword tearing at my vital energy and blood.

“Ugh… … . Ugh… … .”

He collapsed as if he was falling down, and groans continued to flow from his mouth. But this time, Cheongmyeong’s eyes looking down at him were infinitely cold.

“Shut your mouth.”

“ugh…….”

Crunch!

Cheongmyeong’s foot was slammed into the gaping mouth of the Blood Cultist. All of his teeth were shattered and his tongue was crushed.

Dark red blood gushed out from the gap that was barely there between his feet and his mouth. The blood cultist, gripped by pain, finally rolled his eyes, leaving only the bloodshot whites of his eyes.

“Even this kind of death is a luxury for you.”

“… … Ugh, ugh… … .”

“Go to hell.”

Crunch!

The dark sword pierced the blood cultist’s neck. As if struck by lightning, his body convulsed for a moment and the life drained from him.

Chook.

Cheongmyeong, who had retrieved the sword, swung it vigorously as if it were dirty, shook off the blood, then spun the sword around and put it back into its scabbard.

“… … .”

Zhuge Guanwei, who was watching this whole scene, seemed to be possessed by something.

‘That’s… … .’

Volcanic Sword Association Cheongmyeong.

Who could doubt the greatness of his skills now? However, when he actually saw it, his martial arts far exceeded even Zhuge Guanwei’s expectations.

‘The blood palaces that were close to ten were only able to take a few breaths… … .’

Of course, they did not actively fight against Cheongmyeong. If we look at it objectively, they simply ran away in fear as soon as they saw each other, and then one by one, they were stabbed in the back and died.

But… … isn’t that even more amazing?

Blood Palace is one of the five palaces of the new outer palace. The skills of these archers have already been personally confirmed by Zhuge Guanwei. He had difficulty dealing with even one archer. No matter what the harmony was, his sword would not work.

But how strong do you have to be to scare these people into running away?

Their strange weapons and their tough bodies that seemed to have been created by some unknown magic were meaningless. Their strangeness that had driven Zhuge Guanwei into a corner was ultimately nothing more than a trick in the face of their overwhelming power difference.

“Are there any injured people?”

“……ah.”

Zhuge Guanwei suddenly raised his head. Before he knew it, Qingming had approached him and was looking down at him with indifferent eyes.

“Father, the injured are… … .”

The strength in Zhuge Guanwei’s voice as he stood up staggeringly quickly disappeared.

Because I saw once again the sight of my relatives who were wounded by the weapons of the Blood Palace. It would be greedy to hope that they would still be alive after suffering such wounds.

“It seems like there isn’t….”

Hurt.

Although his side, which had been hit by the deformed sword, was complaining of pain, Zhuge Guanwei never mentioned his injury. This was the last of his remaining pride.

“We provide quick recovery and support.”

“yes?”

“This isn’t everything. We help other places.”

“But, the support is from above… … .”

“They are not easy. If we are not careful, the number of victims will increase.”

Although it was difficult to fully understand, Zhuge Guanwei nodded. Qingming, who had turned around as if he had finished speaking, suddenly stopped walking and opened his mouth again.

“And just in case… …don’t go near those bodies.”

“yes?”

“I warned you. You go first.”

Paat.

The sight of Cheongmyeong suddenly disappeared.

Only then did Zhuge Guanwei let out a deep breath that he had been holding. At the same time, his side began to hurt terribly, and he collapsed on the spot.

“Tongue, bro! Are you okay?”

“… … It’s okay.”

Those who noticed his condition late came running in surprise.

“But, brother! Hey, your side… … .”

Everyone turned pale at the sight of the gaping wound that looked as if its intestines would spill out at any moment.

“I will invite you to be a shaman right away.”

“Just sew it up and bandage it.”

“Brother! The wound is so serious… … .”

“Okay, just bandage it!”

When Zhuge Guanwei showed his teeth and shouted, the one who had been making a fuss flinched in surprise and shrank his neck.

‘Damn.’

Zhuge Guanwei gritted his teeth. Someone spoke in a dejected manner, as if he still couldn’t believe it.

“Obviously… … I couldn’t knock it down.”

“Because there is a difference in skill level.”

“No, that’s not it… … I’m saying that they were fine even though I stabbed them with my sword.”

Zhuge Guanwei sighed without realizing it. When the gap is large, it is difficult to properly understand the scene unfolding before your eyes. That is natural.

“How many died?”

“… …five.”

Unbearable groans leaked out here and there. Five in that short moment.

“Suddenly, Sapaeryeon… … . Damn, if only it weren’t for this useless search!”

A bright blue light flashed in Zhuge Guanwei’s eyes.

“Is now the time to discuss that?”

“… … .”

“Spread out and check for any areas that need support! Blow your whistle as soon as you see them.”

“yes!”

The uninjured Zhuge Shi was the first to scatter in all directions. Zhuge Guanwei bit his lips lightly.

‘But what does it mean to not approach the body? … .’

“Tongue, bro! Over there!”

The startled Zhuge Guanwei raised his head.

“……what?”

“No, something is definitely moving right now… … .”

Zhuge Guanwei frowned.

“What are you talking about?”

“Did I see something wrong… …?”

The three people who had shouted tilted their heads in embarrassment. Zhuge Guanwei spoke nervously without realizing it.

“If you have time to talk nonsense, just quickly wrap a bandage.”

* * *

“this……!”

bang!

The sword handle, swung quickly in a straight line, slammed into the face of the Blood Cultist who was charging forward with all his might. It was a strong blow that would have shattered all the facial bones of an ordinary person.

But the Blood Cultist hesitated for a moment, then reached out again.

Crunch!

Before the arm could fully extend, the sword swung fiercely again and plunged into the Blood Cultist’s neck. The tough, rubbery neck was half-sliced, and sticky blood flowed out slowly.

dump.

Half of his neck was cut off, but his body didn’t seem to realize it and took a few steps before falling forward with a thud.

Yun Jong’s eyes darkened.

The sword of someone who was a Taoist was too cruel and cruel. Even I thought so myself, but their bodies were not easy to deal with unless I used this method.

‘Means are just means.’

Whether cruel or merciful, it is the same in that it is taking a human life. Since there is already blood on one’s hands, discussing the means is nothing more than a cowardly evasion of honor.

“You, Yunjong Dojo! Are you okay?”

Although he was from a different sect, he seemed to know his name. When Yun Jong looked at him, the person who approached him spoke.

“Be careful… … Those guys are using strange methods.”

Yoon Jong-do had already felt it. He just nodded slightly.

I ran so hard that my feet were about to break, but the damage was already considerable. When I saw the corpses down there, a corner of my heart became even darker.

“Well done… … .”

Yun Jong’s sleeves slowly puffed up.

The number of enemies is not that many. That means the enemies are scattered and attacking.

‘The guy who got caught and the accident went to different places… … But even so, not everything can be defended.’

If we can’t get this place sorted out a little bit faster and help other places, it’s hard to estimate how much damage will occur.

Yoon Jong also knows it well.

If the damage from this raid increases, who will be held responsible? I just wanted to prevent that situation.

Yun Jong’s sword emitted fierce black energy.

Soon, he closed the distance between himself and the enemy in one breath. A swift yet elegant movement. Yun Jong, who moved as if flowing water, made a dozen or so plum blossoms bloom toward the chest of the Blood Cultist in the lead.

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

In an instant, dozens of blood lines appeared on the blood cultist’s chest.

Creepy.

But at that moment, a sense of ominous foreboding crossed Yunjong’s mind and he quickly bent his body. The hand of the Blood Cult passed just above his head. The strong wind pressure felt as if his scalp was going to tear.

‘… … Even though I was injured this much?’

I distinctly felt one of the fierce swords slashing at the bastard’s heart. Even if the depth was shallow, a heart is a heart.

But you fight back even after being hurt like that? And with such force?

“Huh!”

Yun Jong used all his strength to swing his sword upward from below.

Saaaaah!

The dark sword cut through the Blood Cultist’s body again. A long line was clearly drawn from the Blood Cultist’s left thigh to his right shoulder.

And at that moment, the twisted blood cultist’s left hand suddenly swung down at Yun Jong.

Kagagagagagak!

The deformed sword in his left hand roughly scratched the floor where Yunjong had been standing a moment ago. A long mark was left on the ground, as if a huge beast had struck.

“… … .”

Sweat dripped down Yun Jong’s forehead as he stepped back.

‘what?’

Clearly, it was cut. But how?

‘Is it an illusion? Or… … .’

At that moment, an even more unbelievable sight entered Yunjong’s eyes.

“uh?”

The long, slashed wound on the blood cultist had healed. Just a moment ago, it looked as if it would split open and spill its entrails, but now there was no sign of a gap.

‘It healed in that short gap?’

That can’t be. It can’t be. That doesn’t make sense… … .

Wiggle.

Yun Jong, who was in a state of confusion, took a step back without realizing it.

Dozens of long, string-like things were writhing and protruding from the closed wounds of the blood cultist.

‘earthworm?’

No, that’s not it. That’s… … .

“You, Yunjong Dojo! Behind you!”

“yes?”

Yun Jong reflexively turned his head. And soon, all the blood drained from his face.

The person he had just beheaded was standing up, his body twisted in a strange way.

“What… is… happening…?”

The same thing was wriggling in the neck of the one who was getting up. The strange thing that was staggering like a wooden doll with its eyes half-opened was smiling brightly in a strange way.

A deep fear appeared on Yun Jong’s face.