Chapter 1832 – Return of The Mount Hua Sect

 

Chapter 1832. Should I Say It’s Nice to See You? (2) ❀ ❀ ❀

Swish.

Cheong Myeong shot forward at a terrifying speed. His posture lowered to the fullest, exuding a murderous aura, he dashed forward like a famished beast.

‘Plum- Plum Blossom Sword Demon!’

A straight path extended from Cheong Myeong toward Ho Gamyeong. Unfortunately, the one standing in the middle of that path let out a desperate scream.

“B-Block him!”

It wasn’t a cry of determination to protect Ho Gamyeong. It was a scream born from the realization that he couldn’t escape the beast charging toward him.

A blade infused with sword energy was reflexively raised, clashing with the descending Plum Blossom Sword.

Clang!

At the moment of impact between sword and blade, a fleeting hope flashed in Evil Tyrant Alliance warrior’s eyes. Perhaps they could hold out for just a moment. Even against the infamous Plum Blossom Sword Demon. If they could, maybe they’d find a way to survive.

But then, Cheong Myeong used the blade as leverage and launched himself into the air. Twisting mid-air, he swung his sword downward with unstoppable force.

Whoosh!

“Huh…?”

Evil Tyrant Alliance warrior’s final sight was a flash of white as his blade was split in two. Before his body could even fully separate, Cheong Myeong kicked it away with all his might.

Boom!

The lifeless body was sent flying, spraying crimson blood and torn flesh like a bursting firecracker.

“Ugh!”

Evil Tyrant Alliance warriors, panicked by the incoming remains, hastily swung their sword to deflect them.

Crunch!

At that moment, something forced its way into his mouth.

Cheong Myeong twisted the Plum Blossom Sword lodged in his mouth, prying open his tightly clenched teeth.

“Ugrrkk…”

The agony spreading in his mouth was so intense it felt scorching. As Evil Tyrant Alliance warrior stiffened in shock, Cheong Myeong stood before him, drenched in blood, grinning and revealing his white teeth.

“You evil sect scum… afraid of a little blood?”

Crack!

With a sickening sound, Cheong Myeong’s sword pierced through the back of his neck. Without mercy, he severed the cervical spine, then grabbed the collapsing man by the hair and hurled him forward.

“T-This…!”

As their comrade’s corpse flew toward them, the Evil Tyrant Alliance warriors instinctively swung their swords.

They weren’t foolish enough to fall for such an obvious ploy—blocking their sight with a corpse before attacking.

Crunch!

The sound of something being severed echoed. The flying corpse was shredded into pieces, scattering in all directions.

But Cheong Myeong, who should have been behind the corpse, was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, a searing pain shot through their ankles.

Slash! Slash! Slash!

“Aaaargh!”

One by one, their legs were rendered useless, sending them toppling to the ground. Like a snake slithering through the grass, Cheong Myeong had dived down and sliced through their ankles in a single stroke.

“Argh! My legs! My leeeegs!”

Crunch!

Cheong Myeong’s sword buried itself in the neck of a screaming man. The cries ceased instantly. He had been granted swift release from his suffering. The sword, now embedded in the ground, bent under the strain.

Taaaaang!

Using the sword’s recoil, Cheong Myeong propelled himself forward.

“Uaaaahhh!”

A beastly roar, somewhere between a scream and a battle cry, echoed as long spears shot toward Cheong Myeong like bamboo spikes sprouting from the ground.

Without hesitation, Cheong Myeong extended his sword.

And the moment his outstretched sword intertwined with the spears, Cheong Myeong's body rotated in midair. The rotational force was entirely converted into recoil, and his sword deflected the spears aimed at him in all directions. 

Taaang!

“Guh…!”

Before they could react, the Evil Tyrant Alliance warriors felt their weapons being ripped from their hands.

Then, Cheong Myeong’s sword descended upon them, carving a long arc through the air.

Whoosh!

A deafening sound of air being torn apart followed.

Upper bodies, severed cleanly from their waists, flew skyward.

Tap.

Cheong Myeong landed, brushing past the falling corpses.

“You monster, die already!”

A blade, infused with fierce killing intent, swung toward Cheong Myeong’s head. He bared his teeth in a grin and countered with his sword.

Clang!

The enemy’s sword was knocked upward. As the Evil Tyrant Alliance warrior gritted his teeth and tried to strike again, Cheong Myeong suddenly grabbed his wrist.

“What the.... Urgh!”

Thrust!

Cheong Myeong’s sword plunged directly into his chest, piercing straight through.

As he locked eyes with the frozen warrior, Cheong Myeong growled softly.

“That’s all you’ve got?”

Thrust!

“AAAAHHH!”

With force, Cheong Myeong drove the sword deeper, until it emerged from the warrior’s back. Without hesitation, he twisted the blade. Then, with a crooked grin, he surged forward.

“Aaaargh! AAAHHH!”

The Evil Tyrant Alliance warrior, whose wrists were restrained, couldn’t even struggle.

The others, witnessing the horrifying scene, saw their comrade’s body slowly sinking further onto the impaling sword, unable to resist.

“....Ugh”

“That demon…!”

The Evil Tyrant Alliance warriors, who were truly disgusted by the horrific sight, unconsciously took a step back and retreated.

Crunch!

Cheong Myeong crushed the wrist of the still-living man.

At the same time, he twisted his sword horizontally, cleaving through his body.

The blade that had entered through the chest now emerged from his side.

“Aaarghh!”

Kwang!

Cheong Myeong hit the jaw of the Evil Tyrant Alliance warrior, who was screaming terribly, with his elbow. Blood spurted into the air as the warrior finally perished, flung backward.

“Huft…”

Cheong Myeong exhaled roughly, wiping his blood-drenched face with his sleeve. The scorching sensation of blood burned against his skin.

His breath was ragged, and the feeling of severing bones lingered in his fingers.

But despite everything, his gaze remained fixed on one place.

Ho Gamyeong, watching from afar.

With a chilling gaze, Ho Gamyeong smirked as if mocking Cheong Myeong.

Then, Ho Gamyeong turned his back. Without a hint of hesitation, he kicked off the ground and immediately started running away from Cheong Myeong.

At the same time—

“Stop him! He must not reach the commander!”

“Hold him here, even if you have to cling to his legs! Anyone who values their life, I will kill myself!”

Ho Gamyeong’s subordinates screamed in desperation. They were willing to throw away their lives to buy him time to escape.

Cheong Myeong let out a suppressed laugh.

This wasn’t a situation he was particularly used to.

After all, the Demonic Cult had no concept of retreat.

To them, meeting an enemy meant fighting to the death, no matter who it was.

But in the end, there was no real difference.

Cheong Myeong clenched his sword.

Whether chasing down a fleeing enemy or delivering the final blow to someone surrounded by a mountain of foes, the process was ultimately the same. Cut, cut, and keep cutting—until at last, he stood where he wanted to be.

“Aaaaaargh!”

The Evil Tyrant Alliance warriors, consumed by rage, charged at Cheong Myeong without hesitation. Fear and hostility mixed together, and their reason had already flown away. A wave of frenzied men crashed toward him.

“Dieeeeee!”

Three swords came slashing down at Cheong Myeong’s head with terrifying force.

Kwang!

At the same time, Cheong Myeong kicked off the ground.

Slash! Slash! Slash!

Three heads flew into the air almost simultaneously. Having cut them down in a single stroke, Cheong Myeong twisted his face into something monstrous and thrust his sword toward the next wave of enemies.

Fwoosh!

His sword trembled wildly, scattering countless plum blossom petals in a ferocious storm over the Evil Tyrant Alliance warriors.

Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!

“Aaaaaargh!”

The swirling petals shredded the warriors apart. Their bodies were pierced and slashed open, and soon, they collapsed, blood spurting from their seven orifices [칠공(七孔)].

“Cough!”

At the same moment, blood gushed from Cheong Myeong’s mouth as well.

“Heh…”

Revealing bloodstained teeth in a grin, he kicked off the ground once more.

Squelch!

His sword stabbed deep into the heart of the warrior in front of him. And with his left hand, he grabbed another enemy’s face.

Crunch!

“Argh! My eyes! My eyyyeees!”

Cheong Myeong mercilessly sliced the man’s throat and sent his severed head flying as he charged deeper into the enemy ranks.

Fwooooosh!

Lifting his sword high, he drew a wide arc through the air. Blood-red plum blossoms scattered like a storm, so vivid that even in this blood-soaked battlefield, their color stood out.

“Haaaaaaah!”

The moment Cheong Myeong lowered the tip of his sword forward, the plum blossoms that had been swirling in midair poured down like a raging storm.

“Ugh…”

The faces of the Evil Tyrant Alliance warriors turned deathly pale. The plum blossoms seemed like an oncoming death.

“U-Uuaaaagh!”

They flailed their swords desperately, but it was futile. A sword could be blocked, and sword energy could be dodged, but there was no way to stop thousands of petals filling their vision and rushing toward them.

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

The plum blossom sword energy mercilessly tore through their trained bodies.

“Ughh…”

Trembling as blood gushed from their wounds, their bodies soon crumpled lifelessly to the ground.

“Cough! Cough!”

Cheong Myeong coughed up another mouthful of blood and raised his head. His vision was blurry, but the open path ahead stood out clearly.

‘I have to go.…’

His legs wobbled for a moment.

Each step felt as if the demon inside him was gnawing at his body from the inside out. But he had to move forward, even if it meant being torn apart by that demon’s teeth.

He tried to hide it, but with every step, his footing faltered slightly. The Evil Tyrant Alliance warriors didn’t miss this small change. Instinctively, even before their minds could process it, they sensed something was wrong with their opponent.

They lunged at him reflexively. The deaths of their comrades no longer mattered. Now, the only thing that filled their minds was the desperate realization that if they didn’t take Cheong Myeong down now, they would be next.

“Uaaaaaaaah!”

With an ear-splitting battle cry, the Evil Tyrant Alliance warriors charged. Cheong Myeong bit his lip and prepared to swing his sword.

Ssst.

A faint sound of something slicing through the air passed over his head. It was almost like the rustling of fabric caught in the wind.

Cheong Myeong flinched at the familiar sound.

Fwoooosh!

From above, dozens of sword strikes rained down upon the Evil Tyrant Alliance warriors aiming for him.

“W-What?!”

“Dodgeeee!”

Slash! Slash! Slash!

It happened in an instant. Five men were cut down in one swift move as a figure landed lightly like a bird.

“You always…”

Cheong Myeong stared blankly at the person who turned to face him.

“…push yourself too hard.”

Yoo Iseol’s calm voice reached his ears. Her composed gaze seemed to be chastising him.

Pat.

At that moment, someone grabbed Cheong Myeong’s shoulder and pulled him back.

“I agree.”

“…Sahyung?”

It was Yoon Jong. He stepped forward protectively in front of Cheong Myeong.

Cheong Myeong, dazed, stared at Yoon Jong’s back.

“Our target is Ho Gamyeong, right?”

Cheong Myeong nodded his head.

“We’ll clear the path. So shut up and follow us, you damned Saje.”

As if that was a signal, dozens of swordsmen rushed past Cheong Myeong and surged forward.

Their figures were burned into Cheong Myeong’s eyes like a painting.

‘Saje…’

No. It’s not. This wasn’t the image of those Sajes he remembered.

This was the image of the Sahyungs he would remember from now on.

“Let’s go, Mount Hua!”

“Yes!”

The Mount Hua swordsmen, standing before Cheong Myeong, charged toward the enemy with a storm of plum blossoms.

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