Return of the Mount Hua Sect
Chap 1040

Fwoosh!

With the setting sun, Baek Cheon rushed forward.

Every time he kicked the ground, his body flew over three feet like a flying tiger. His speed made others think of the word ‘flash’.

 

But it wasn't anything special. Since everyone around him was running at the same speed then.

 

Baek Cheon glanced aside.

 

Un Geom was running with an expressionless face. He showed no sign of being tired at all. Baek Cheon was relieved inside, then he looked back this time. Everyone was catching up with him without anyone falling behind.

 

Five Swords often had to move at this high speed, so he was not really worried. Rather, he was worried about Namgung Do-wi and Lim So-byeong.

 

But to the dismay of his worries, Lim So-byeong, who always looked sickly, was running with a very calm face. In addition, Namgung Dowi didn't fall behind and caught up well.

 

'That's amazing.'

 

Mount Hua is a sect that values ​​the basics. Of course, so far that Chung Myung brat has been paying attention not only to the basics, but also to the aspect of the mobility of the whole sect... … .

 

To put it bluntly, neither Lim So-byeong nor Namgung Do-wi seemed to be bothered by the speed of Mount Hua, which had been built from the ground up. Looking at that, anyone can guess how profound their internal force is.

 

'It's not the time to worry about others.'

 

Baek Cheon's breathing slightly quickened.

 

It's not like he was having a hard time using just this much Qinggong. If it was normal, his expression wouldn't have changed even if he had maintained a speed half higher than this.

 

Even so, there was a reason why Baek Cheon felt stressed right now.

 

It was because warriors with terrifying murderous intent dressed in red robes were running around them.

 

Contrary to the refined momentum of the Righteous faction, those whose wild nature seemed to explode at any moment were running together, surrounding the group of Mount Hua as if besieging them.

 

Baek Cheon's face hardened.

 

He knew they didn’t have any malicious intent. But feeling heavy is unavoidable. Since they were pointing their swords at Mount Hua’s disciples until not too long ago.

 

'Ten Thousand People Room… .'

 

Ten Thousand People Room’s elites dressed in the unique white red robes.

 

'Red Hound.'

 

There must have been a different name to call them before. And it must have been a plausible name. However, at some point, Kang-ho started calling them ‘Red Hounds’.

 

Red Hound.

A dog that is loyal only to its owner.

 

It is a term of extermination mixed with fear of Jang Il-so and contempt for those who follow him. However, they were rather happy with the name. And proudly called themselves ‘Red Hound’ and showed off their blind loyalty to Jang Il-so.

 

That's why Kang-ho was afraid of them.

 

Wearing symbolic white red robes, they always escort Jang Il-so around him, and trample Jang Il-so's enemies as his limbs.

 

And such Red Hound was now surrounding Mount Hua’s disciples.

 

Sometimes, it felt like the hairs on his whole body stood up whenever their unrefined momentum flew past. It was a completely different aura from that of the Righteous Sect. The sharp wildness made it impossible to relax even for a moment.

 

'Is Ten Thousand People Room this strong?'

 

It's not that they're not running with all their might, but Mount Hua's party now prides themselves on being second to none when it comes to Qinggong.

However, the number of Red Hound’s warriors that catch up with this speed exceeds one hundred.

 

He was confident since they had experience of dealing with the Red Serpent Squad and other forces of Ten Thousand People Room that attacked Mount Hua, but now that confidence that he could face at least one of Thousand People Roome at any time in my heart was completely shattered.

 

Baek Cheon bit his lip slightly.

 

'But.'

 

That is how the Ten Thousand People Room was able to sit at the throne of the Evil Supreme Alliance. No matter how smart Jang Ilso was, he would never have been able to stand on top of those eminent people if he lacked the strength of the supporting forces.

 

Taat!

Instinctively, power entered Baek Cheon's legs as he spurred the ground.

 

'They are enemies.'

 

He knew that. Isn't that why even Baek Cheon couldn't relax his vigilant mind?

 

But for now, these terrifying people become allies who share the same enemy with them.

 

The coexistence of anxiety and reassurance, awkwardness and anticipation was strange. Then he heard Yoon Jong's voice from behind.

 

“Sasuk. When do you think we will arrive?”

 

“Soon.”

 

It is a thousand li from Jiujiang to Hangzhou. Ordinary people can reach this distance by walking a full day for 10 days, but for them, it is a distance that can be reached in just half a day.

 

From sunrise to sunset, they had been running non-stop, so they would probably enter Hangzhou soon.

 

“… … Then we will meet them soon.”

 

Words referring to the target were missing. However, everyone here knew who Yoon Jong was referring to.

 

The Demonic Cult.

 

With those two words in mind, Baek Cheon naturally looked ahead. 

 

Two people were running in the lead.

 

For a moment, he felt like he was suffocating.

 

The back of Chung Myung in the black uniform and Jang Il-so in the red long robe were clearly engraved in Baek Cheon's eyes.

 

'In my lifetime... … I never thought I'd see them running side by side.'

No matter what anyone says, the person Mount Hua's disciples can rely on the most is Chung Myung. Normally, he's the most untrustworthy guy in the world, but Chung Myung on the battlefield is someone you can trust more than anyone else.

 

And, no matter what anyone says, Jang Il-so is the one that Mount Hua's disciples fear the most. For Mount Hua, Jang Il-so was a symbol of hatred and fear at the same time.

 

Two such people were now leading them to fight the Demonic Cult.

 

A sight he never imagined. No, it was a sight that there was no reason to even imagine. So it was natural for Baek Cheon to feel this terribly strange sense of difference.

 

But at the same time... … .

 

'I don't know if I'll say I'm out of my mind if I say this.'

Baek Cheon glanced back. As if he was worried that other disciples might have heard his inner thoughts.

 

'Seeing the two of them together, I don't think we'll ever lose.'

 

Perhaps other disciples of Mount Hua are thinking the same?

 

Then, a loose voice was heard.

 

“You seem quite nervous, Mount Hua’s Sword of Chivalry.”

 

Chung Myung did not respond to Jang Il-so's words. He just ran with his eyes fixed forward. However, Jang Il-so just smirked as if he expected such a reaction.

“Don't be too nervous. Because you won't have much to do. You just have to finish it at the right time. If I ask a lot of things from a boy like you, I’ll look so ugly.”

 

At that moment, Chung Myung looked at Jang Il-so running beside him and raised the corner of his mouth. It was a bright smile that even Baek Cheon, running behind, could see.

 

“Hmm?”

 

Jang Il-so asked with a strange face.

“Why are you smiling?”

 

"Keep talking."

 

"Huh?"

 

“You better talk as much as possible while you still can. Soon that composure will disappear from that face.”

 

“… … Ho?”

 

Jang Il-so looked at Chung Myung with interest.

“Do you think I am underestimating their power?”

 

"No. A guy like you wouldn't do something stupid like that.”

 

"Then?"

 

Chung Myung's eyes darkened.

“You will find out soon.”

 

“… … .”

 

“That there is something in the world that cannot be measured by human norm.”

 

Chung Myung did not bother to explain. He just turned his head slightly to look at the group following him.

 

Baek Cheon, Yu Yi Seol, Yun Jong, Jo Gul, and Tang So So.

 

The only ones whose complexion changed at Chung Myung’s words were them. Them, who had experienced the Demonic Cult in the North Sea, knew very well. What does Chung Myung’s words mean?

 

“Maybe you will get to see things you never imagined.”

 

As Chung Myung said, Jang Ilso looked at him with a strange look.

 

"That… … .”

 

The corners of his mouth gradually curled upwards.

 

“I look forward to it.”

 

Jang Il-so gently gestured. Seeing that, Ho Gamyeong, who was running not far away, quickly followed. Jang Il-so gave a few instructions in a low voice.

 

Hoga Myeong quickly nodded and slowed down and joined the Red Hound in the back.

 

Chung Myung watched the whole process with different eyes.

 

Jang Il-so must have felt the gaze, he smiled slightly and looked at Chung Myung.

"What? What are you curious about?”

 

“… … What instructions did you give?”

 

“All over again. I just told them not to be surprised by any sights they see.”

 

“… … .”

 

“I don't know if what you said is right or not, but if you don't prepare for the things you can prepare for, then you’re no different from an idiot, ain’t that right? You have generously given me advice, so is there any reason for me not to take it?”

 

Chung Myung let out a laugh.

 

In the past, even those Righteous factions didn’t even listen to his advice. But here, an Evil Clan’s b*stard was taking his words seriously.

 

There is no distinction between Righteous and Evil with this guy. There is only a distinction between what can be used and what cannot be used.

 

A thought suddenly came to his mind.

 

Chung Myung and the Heavenly Demon are beings that deviate from the laws of the world. If such people had not appeared, what would have happened to this Jianghu?

 

Maybe they’ll all be played around in the hands of this guy?

 

If you look at it from that point of view, it may be none other than Jang Il-so who has to suffer the greatest loss due to the Heavenly Demon and Chung Myung’s existence.

 

“Oddly… … It's an unpleasant look."

 

Jang Il-so twisted his red lips. His jewels collided and made a loud noise.

“Don't look at me that way. You don't want me to pluck out your eyes, do you?"

 

“You lunatic.”

 

His words were harsh, but his voice was terribly kind. Chung Myung turned his head to the other side with a disgusted expression.

 

No matter what kind of guy Jang Il-so is, it can't be helped that he's not compatible with them by birth. This is the only time I'm holding hands with this guy.

 

It was then.

 

"Over there!"

 

Baek Cheon raised his voice as if he had discovered something. His gaze instinctively turned forward.

 

“… … .”

 

At the same time, his feet gradually slowed down.

 

It slowed down little by little, turned into a fast pace, and then became a slow pace again. Then, finally, it came to a complete stop.

 

All those who ran like the wind stopped on the spot.

 

No one opened their mouths. Not even the sound of breath can be heard.

 

They just stared at the scene unfolding in front of them, holding their breath.

 

What caught their eyes...was just a land with countless corpses scattered here and there.

 

The blood-soaked, dried-up ground was filled with wretched corpses.

They knew. Because they have fought numerous battles so they tell just by the sights left behind. This is not a sign of war. Those who killed each other, screamed, fought and resisted never left a trace like this.

 

This… … It's just a place where a massacre swept through.

 

“Huek!”

Tang So-so covered her mouth and bent down. Yu Iseol next to her side held her shoulder tightly.

 

"How… … .”

 

Bodies were strewn endlessly.

 

They couldn't even dare to imagine how a person could do something like this. No sane person would be able to kill without leaving even an ant alive like this.

 

𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑝. 

At that moment, Jang Il-so took a step forward.

 

"So this… … .”

 

Standing in front of the death-stained land, he slowly licked his red lips. A cruel smile crept across his face.

"Is the Demonic Cult."

 

Bloodlust began to arise in his pale eyes.