Chapter 1843 – Return of The Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 1843. In the end, you will witness it. (3) ❀ ❀ ❀

“Aaaaaargh!”

It was like a nightmare.

The moment the demonic beings lunged out of nowhere and bit toward the back of his neck, Moyong Wigyeong realized everything in an instant.

They were no match.

Was it because they were tired? Because they were ambushed? No—those weren’t the reasons. Even if they had been fully prepared, they wouldn’t have been able to stand against them.

Especially…

Crunch.

The dark, swarthy hand of the black-robed figure seized a Heavenly Comrade Alliance warrior by the head and tore it clean off—effortless, as if handling a mere toy. Without so much as a breath, the figure surged forward, immediately pouncing on another.

“Aaaaaaah!”

The blackened hand, infused with ominous energy, pierced through flesh without mercy.

Crunch!

The black-robed figure ripped out a heart in one motion, casually tossed it aside, then slammed the twitching alliance warrior’s face down.

All of this happened in the time it takes to draw a single breath. In such a situation, what meaning could resistance possibly have?

‘Where in the world did these monsters come from?!’

Not even rumors existed about such creatures being part of Evil Tyrant Alliance.

Even Jang Ilso’s infamous Red Dogs weren’t this merciless. Even those seemingly on the same side, fellow martial artists bound by shared cause, showed traces of fear in their eyes.

“Y-You monsters! Aaahhh!”

Another alliance warrior charged the black-robed man, sword glowing with fierce energy.

Clang!

But the black hand caught the flying blade mid-air—barehanded.

“Ugh!”

There was no need to explain how sharp that sword was, charged with full energy. But it didn’t leave so much as a scratch on the figure’s hand.

Kaaaang!

Worse still, when the black-robed man twisted its hand, the sword snapped in two in an instant. The broken blade was swatted aside like lightning—

Thunk!

—only to fly back and stab into its owner.

“Kuu…”

With the shattered blade embedded in his throat, the alliance warrior couldn’t even scream, only letting out a choking gasp of disbelief. But the bulging of his eyes said it all—he couldn’t believe what was happening.

Kwaang!

Before horror could even turn to terror, a punch flew in. The alliance warrior’s head was crushed instantly.

“Ugh…”

It was a cruel and horrifying sight—more than enough to shatter any courage the alliance warriors had managed to summon.

“Fall back! Everyone fall back!”

Moyong Wigyeong issued the only command he could give without hesitation.

“Do not fight—just run! Don’t look back, just flee! Now!”

Facing them was impossible. They couldn't even delay the enemy—everyone would die in vain. The only wise choice was to minimize losses and plan for the future.

The shame of running away from Evil Sect was not even worth considering.

Moyong Wigyeong was not a fool who would throw away the lives of his subordinates over petty pride. Even if these men weren’t Moyong family’s retainers, he would’ve made the same choice.

“Didn’t you hear me?! Run! Now!”

But tragically, Moyong Wigyeong’s desperate order could not be carried out.

Not because the alliance warriors disobeyed. They too had seen with their own eyes how futile resistance was. They tried to turn the moment the command was given.

But the enemy's attack was simply faster.

“Guhk!”

“R-Run… Ugh!”

Turning one’s back on a beast one cannot defeat was met with brutal punishment. Worse still, their internal energy was depleted from chasing the fake Jang Ilso, so they couldn’t even run at full speed.

Crunch!

A blackened hand pierced through a chest. Withered fingers ending in sharp claws tore through veins without mercy.

“Aaaaaargh!”

It was one-sided slaughter—closer to a massacre. Watching the horror unfold, Moyong Wigyeong trembled like someone stricken with a fever.

‘It’s because of me.’

He shouldn't have chased him.

He knew the one he pursued was likely a fake, yet he clung to the faint hope. He couldn’t let go of his damned ambition.

He had already been fooled once before.

He lost Shaolin. He lost his reputation. He lost his credibility.

Drunk on strategy and victory, he didn’t even consider the possibility of a counterattack—and lost things he could never afford to lose. Even after experiencing that trap firsthand, how could he make the same mistake again?

He, more than anyone, should have known how cunning and ruthless the enemy was—he should’ve been the first to raise the alarm. But consumed by ambition, he repeated the same fatal error.

If only the price were his own life, Moyong Wigyeong could accept it. He might cry in frustration, but in the end, laugh bitterly at his misfortune.

But what sin did these men commit?

They were dying meaningless deaths just for following a foolish leader. Who would take responsibility for that?

Everything—every single thing…!

“Aaaaaaaaaargh!”

Moyong Wigyeong screamed in agony, stomping the ground with a blood-soaked cry. As he roared, his eyes darted in desperation, searching for someone nearby.

The real one—not the fake. The man he had so desperately sought.

“JANG ILSOOOOOOOO!”

Yes—this was all because of him.

He couldn’t even describe the desperation he’d felt when he chased after him. How he had hoped that Jang Ilso would appear before him.

But now that his wish had been granted, Moyong Wigyeong could do nothing but cry tears of blood and scream in anguish.

“Jang Ilso! Jang Ilsooooo! Uaaaaaah! Jang Ilso!”

Losing all reason, Moyong Wigyeong charged at Jang Ilso, gathering all his remaining life force as if his life no longer mattered.

But his blade never reached Jang Ilso—not even close.

Flash.

From somewhere, a dark hand shot out toward his face.

Moyong Wigyeong tried his best to turn his head, but the hand moved like a viper, redirecting itself to claw a chunk from his face.

“Urrgk…!”

Before the pain even fully hit, another hand grabbed his arm.

Crack!

“Aaaaaargh!”

His shoulder joint twisted, sending unbearable pain through him as if his entire arm had been ripped out. Then, with a thunderous crash, a blow struck his knee.

Crunch.

At the same time, hands from both sides rammed into his flanks. The agony was so immense he couldn’t even scream. Moyong Wigyeong’s mouth fell open in silent torment.

Thud.

His legs, no longer able to support his body, collapsed beneath him, and he crumpled to the ground.

“Jang Ilsooooooo!”

And then, unbelievably, Moyong Wigyeong suddenly surged forward, leaping into the air.

With eyes bloodshot from rage and madness, he saw Jang Ilso charging toward him.

“Uooooooooh!”

Boooom!

Moyong Wigyeong swept through the air in an instant, pouring all of his remaining strength into one final strike. It was the most powerful blow of his entire life.

Claaaaanng!

His sword clashed violently against the rings of Jang Ilso, producing a piercing screech. The shock tore open the skin on the back of Jang Ilso's hand, sending blood flying.

“Haaaah!”

Moyong Wigyeong unleashed a barrage of strikes. His sword aura, so cold it was not just blue, but nearly transparent, rained down on Jang Ilso, slashing his body.

Slash! Slash!

The sword energy carved into Jang Ilso from all directions.

Yet instead of retreating, Jang Ilso moved in even closer to Moyong Wigyeong.

Clang!

Jang Ilso suddenly clenched the bracelets that had been jangling on his wrist and deflected the sword strikes one after another with a wave of his arm. Then he said calmly,

“Try to understand.”

Fwoosh.

Jang Ilso’s hand flew toward Moyong Wigyeong’s chest. As the bluish aura flared, Moyong Wigyeong instinctively jerked his body backward.

But in that moment, multiple rings on Jang Ilso’s fingers shot out like coins and embedded themselves in Moyong Wigyeong’s body.

Thud! Thud!

“Urgh…”

Paralyzed by indescribable pain, Moyong Wigyeong froze in place. Then, Jang Ilso’s hand pierced straight through his lower abdomen.

Crunch!

Moyong Wigyeong’s whole body went stiff, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Jang Ilso leaned in close, smiling gently.

“Oh my… that must hurt.”

Moyong Wigyeong’s body completely collapsed. Jang Ilso slowly withdrew his hand from Moyong Wigyeong’s abdomen and then gently stepped on his wrist, still clutching the sword.

“Jang Il…”

“You fool. If you’d just thrown away your pride and fled, you might’ve saved your life.”

“You… you bastard…”

Moyong Wigyeong lifted his head with desperate effort. Something pressed down hard on his skull, but he used every ounce of strength left to glare up at Jang Ilso.

Just as Jang Ilso offered a gentle smile—

“Ptoo!”

Moyong Wigyeong spat bloody phlegm right into his face.

“R-Ryeonju!”

The Blood Palace warriors were visibly shaken. None of them had managed to stop him. Thick, dark phlegm ran down Jang Ilso’s cheek. As everyone stood frozen, Jang Ilso casually wiped it away with his sleeve.

“I suppose you’re not planning to beg for your life.”

Moyong Wigyeong grinned, revealing bloodstained teeth.

“In hell… I’ll be waiting…”

“Of course you will.”

Flash!

A golden bracelet struck Moyong Wigyeong’s forehead.

“Guh…”

Even in his final moment, Moyong Wigyeong stared hard at Jang Ilso—until his head drooped, lifeless. His limp skull thudded against the top of Jang Ilso’s foot.

With a small flick, Jang Ilso brushed Moyong’s head aside and curled his lips into a smile.

“Aaaaaaaagh!”

By then, the surrounding cleanup was almost complete.

“That’s enough.”

At Jang Ilso’s short command, those who had been chasing down the fleeing enemies halted immediately.

“Leave the rest.”

Looking toward the panic-stricken survivors running in the distance, Jang Ilso shrugged. He could’ve easily hunted them all down and slaughtered them to the last. But he had no intention of wasting energy on the unnecessary.

The land around them had turned into a massive graveyard in the blink of an eye. It hadn’t even taken half a gak to erase the lives of over a hundred people who’d been alive here moments ago.

[tl note: 1 gak (각 / 刻) = 15 minutes. So half a gak about 7.5 minutes.]

“Well then, let’s move on. We’ve got to hurry. That terrifying Taoist must be coming after us.”

Jang Ilso kicked off the ground without delay, and the Blood Palace and Demon Cult followers quickly followed behind.

“Ryeonju?”

He moved with such certainty, as if he knew exactly which way to go. The Blood Palace Lord couldn’t help but wonder.

At this point, the factions were so jumbled that it was impossible to tell who was where. The battlefield had spread so wide, it was no longer even a battlefield—it was chaos. There was no way to know where the enemies were anymore.

Yet Jang Ilso moved like he knew exactly where to find them, as if he could feel his prey right at the end of his steps.

“Of course.”

As if reading the Blood Palace Lord’s thoughts, Jang Ilso spoke.

“I’m the one who scattered them to begin with. Of course I know exactly where they are.”

Even while speaking so serenely, Jang Ilso moved with terrifying speed. The vast plains zipped past them like a compressed scroll. The Blood Palace warriors could only use their full strength just to keep up.

But the reward for that effort was clear.

“Look.”

The Blood Palace Lord’s eyes widened in shock. Just as Jang Ilso had indicated, a group of martial artists was indeed up ahead.

‘So this is…’

Did that mean Jang Ilso truly knew where all the Heavenly Comrade Alliance members were scattered across this massive land? Was he just hunting them down one by one like they were all already in the palm of his hand?

‘Someone’s chasing him?’

Who? Who could possibly chase someone like this?

Even if the Plum Blossom Sword Demon had otherworldly skills, could he truly catch someone like Jang Ilso?

Suddenly, an image of a giant beast flashed through the Blood Palace Lord’s mind. A beast with its belly torn open by massive fangs, gasping for air, just waiting to die.

And the predator who owned those fangs was right here.

That predator would now tear apart that wounded beast alive.

“Half a shijin.” [tl note: 1 shijin is 2 hours, so that's 1 hour]

Jang Ilso grinned, baring white teeth.

“In half a shijin, the name ‘Heavenly Comrade Alliance’ will be erased from this world.”

A cold blue shiver gripped the Blood Palace Lord’s heart. And with it came a deep, suffocating fear.

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