Return of the Mount Hua Sect
Chap 1041

Tang Soso covered her mouth to stop the nausea that was rising up her throat.

 

'Too evil… … .'

 

She couldn't bear to see the scene in front of her. Before holding back the feeling of vomiting, it was already not easy for Soso to hold back her tears.

 

Then someone grabbed her hand. When she looked up, Yu Yi-seol was looking down at Tang Soso with a hard face.

 

"Sasuk….”

 

“… … .”

 

Yu Yi-seol was still remaining expressionless as usual.

But Tang Soso knew. The cold anger that was rising on that seemingly expressionless face.

 

Other members were also shocked.

 

"Sahyung."

 

“… … .”

Even Yoon Jong, who always responded to Jo Gul's words first, was speechless at this moment.

 

They had confronted the Demonic Cult in the North Sea.

 

They were already keenly aware of how fanatical the group was and how brutal they could be. but… … It was the first time they had seen with their own two eyes their extreme cruelty.

 

Clench.

Yoon Jong clenched his fists. His knuckles were white. Blood oozed out from his torn lips.

 

Jo Gul could not say anything when seeing Yoon Jong like that, and finally lowered his head.

 

There had been too many deaths here.

 

To be a martial artist means you already have to risk your life standing on the edge of a sword. But even though they are so used to death, the deaths piled up here were too heavy even for them to see.

 

Gnash.

Baek Cheon gnashed his teeth. His bloodshot eyes told how angry he was.

 

"How… … .”

 

Baek Cheon was unable to speak and trembled like an aspen tree. It was not because he was afraid. It was because he couldn't control the anger that was seething from within.

 

“How can this… … .”

It would have been surprising even if people piling up here were living ones, not corpses. How could they not be enraged when so many people were strewn about with their breath cut off in a miserable appearance?

 

However, it was not the number of deaths piling up here that really drove Baek Cheon into an intolerable rage.

 

It was the way they died.

 

“A human… … .”

 

Baek Cheon opened his mouth in difficulty.

 

“… … It is an unwritten rule to show the minimum courtesy even in the death of an enemy.”

 

Even if it is a war waged by those who could not live under the same sky, they would not leave their bodies unattended like this.

 

If it wasn't a battlefield where everyone was desperate to survive, at least the minimum manners of burying the dead would be the maintained

 

That's humanity, that's the Tao.

 

No.

 

Even if one is ignorant, he would not want to openly show the outrage he has committed under the sky like this.

 

But there is no such thing here.

 

No pity, no compassion, no hesitation, no minimum courtesy for humans, and no last thing to prove they are still human beings.

 

That fact made Baek Cheon unbearable.

 

Jo Gul muttered.

“They're still human… … .”

 

It was an uncharacteristically cheerful voice that was barely spit out.

“How can a human do this to other humans... … . How can they do something like this? how… … .”

 

The moment everyone was trying to calm their shock, a low chuckle was heard.

 

Jo Gul looked back to where the chuckle had come from. Jang Il-so was laughing while covering his mouth, as if he couldn't stand it.

 

Jo Gul growled angrily..

"What… … . What's funny?"

 

"No, no."

 

Jang Il-so shook his head.

"I’m just wondering if it's because you’re Righteous sect’s disciples that you're making a funny story look so serious."

 

"What?"

 

“It’s not about how humans can do things like this.”

 

An evil smile crept up on Jang Il-so's face.

 

“But because they're human, they could do this. Only humans can do such a thing.”

 

“… … .”

 

“That is what humans are. Remember it carefully, Taoists.”

 

Jo-Gul's face was horribly distorted.

 

It was as if something was pressing him down, but Jo Gul soon replied again.

“Uh, for saying that, you don’t look good either, do you? why? Does the Evil Clan like you get angry when seeing things like this?”

 

After finishing the sentence, he swallowed dryly. He fired those words in anger, but it was still difficult for Jo Gul to face Jang Il-so alone.

 

However, Jang Il-so’s reaction was unexpectedly calm.

 

“You sound obvious. Of course I must feel angry.”

 

“… … what?"

Jo Gul slightly widened his eyes at that response. It was because he never thought Jang Il-so would give such an answer.

 

Jang Il-so turned his head and looked at the pile of corpses. His expression was cold, to the point of chilling.

“I don’t mean to say obvious things about people dying. After all, we are human and will die someday.”

 

“… … .”

 

“What makes me angry is… … Because they were mine.”

Jang Il-so raised his hand and grabbed his face. The two eyes that were revealed between the fingers emitted a terrifying light.

“Only I have the right to kill those within my realm. however… … Those who don't know where they came from, dare to touch my people.. … .”

 

He groaned and gritted his teeth.

 

Chung Myung stared at him with cold eyes.

“You wouldn’t have been interested anyway, but you’re feeling upset about your right being taken away?”

 

“That’s only natural.”

 

Jang Il-so glared at Chung Myung.

 

“Just because you don’t like a toy that you left behind doesn’t mean someone else can break it at will. Even if I'm not interested, it's still my toy."

 

“… … You look like a kid.”

 

“What’s wrong with that?”

 

Jang Il-so's eyes, they were smiling.

“An adult is nothing more than a child who has been forced to save face and not be able to say what he wants. I’m just being a little more honest with my desires.”

 

Jang Il-so looked straight at Chung Myung and smiled.

“Unlike anyone else.”

 

Chung Myung shook his head. He had no intention to engage in such a haggling with Jang Il-so. His stomach was twisted at the sight now unfolding.

 

He was used to it.

 

It would be unfamiliar and shocking to them, but it was just a familiar sight to Chung Myung.

 

That made him feel even worse. It felt like that terrible past was coming to life again.

 

Baek Cheon, who was staring at someone's slender hand protruding from the pile of corpses, looked away as if he couldn't bear to see it anymore.

 

“Don’t look away.”

But at that moment, the cold voice of Chung Myung pierced Baek Cheon's ears.

 

“This is the world dominated by the Demonic Cult.”

 

“… … .”

 

“Right now, it’s just Hangzhou. But if the Demonic Cult devours the entire Zhongyuan, you  will see this sight throughout Zhongyuan.”

 

They also need to know.

 

Why did I have to fight so desperately?

 

Why did their ancestors in the past not even think about what happened afterwards and had to risk their lives to stop them?

 

“So we have to stop them here.”

 

Just when Chung Myung bit his lip, a group of people from afar quickly approached us.

 

"Sahyung!"

 

“… … I know."

 

Mount Hua's disciples watched them with slightly nervous eyes. At a glance, there are quite a few… … . No, it was a huge number.

 

'An enemy?'

Everyone instinctively gripped their swords.

But at that moment, Great Man of Wordly Rich (Master of Black Ghost, one of the Five Great Evil Sects), who had been silent until now, stepped forward and greeted the approaching people.

 

“We greet the Leader!”

As soon as the distance got closer, some of the leading members of the group of strangers knelt down and bowed to Great Man of Wordly Rich.

 

“What is the situation?”

 

“They are still in Hangzhou.”

 

"Right."

 

"But."

 

"Hmm?"

The person who was reporting raised his head. His eyes were shaking slightly.

“In the past few days, some unidentified groups of people have appeared and joined one after another. Their number has reached three hundred.”

 

The old man's face hardened.

 

"300?"

 

"Yes!"

His head started spinning rapidly.

 

Although it was the Bishop's intention to destroy the Black Ghost, the appearance of the demon cultists around him was also unusual.

 

'There are three hundred of them?'

 

The current situation inside Hangzhou remained uncertain. So he had brought all the available Black Ghost troops on the assumption that there would be a considerable number of Demonic Cultists... … .

 

“This is unexpected.”

 

I never thought that more people would join them.

No, if you think a little common sense, isn't it obvious? If they intended to use this place as a bridgehead, recruiting would be a natural step.

 

Missing that would mean that Great Man of Wordly Rich couldn't keep his composure.

 

Great Man of Wordly Rich was quick to admit his mistakes as fast as he calculated. He scanned the five hundred troops gathered in front of him with both eyes and then looked back at Jang Il-so.

 

“… … There seems to be a problem, Alliance Leader.”

 

"Problem?"

 

“The number of enemies is greater than we initially estimated.”

 

“Hmm. so?"

 

“… … I think it would be better to step back for now. It's not an enemy we can just run into and deal with.”

 

At those words, Jang Il-so's eyes drew a strange arc.

 

"This… … What a disappointment. Even though you lost one arm, I never thought his godfather would have become such a coward.”

 

“I am just being reasonable right now.”

Great Man of Wordly Rich gritted his teeth and said with a growl.

 

“Alliance Leader has not experienced that monster yet, so you can say such bold things. In all honesty, I'm not sure that even if everyone here rushed at it, we'd be able to take it out. If the 'sword' that Alliance Leader said doesn't work well, we might be defeated.”

 

Jang Il-so frowned slightly.

 

No one could tell if it was because he was disappointed in Great Man of Wordly Rich, or he was taking his words seriously then.

 

Great Man of Wordly Rich looked directly at Jang Il-so and said.

“One only has one life. Even if we do my best, there’s no guarantee we can confront him.”

 

Just when Jang Il-so was about to reply.

 

"You're talking carefree."

 

A cold voice interrupted him. Jang Il-so, his mouth twitching, looked back at Chung Myung.

“What do you want to say now?”

 

“You still don’t know, still.”

 

“… … .”

 

“Where is this? And who we are dealing with,”

 

That was the moment.

Jang Il-so's gaze slowly directed away. The place where his eyes were directed to was none other than the land where corpses were scattered, and somewhere beyond that.

 

A clear voice resounded.

 

“Be smart. You stupid Evil Clans.”

 

A ferocious smile spread across his cold face.

 

"That's the Demonic Cult. The moment we meet them, there is only one choice. Kill, or… … .”

 

The youthful voice sounded more ominous. The appearance of Chung Myung now resembled a savage beast.

“Be killed.”

 

Soon, a group of black people appeared where Jang Il-so was staring.

 

Demonic Cult’s fanatics with an ominous force that made their fingertips tingle were coming.

 

Along with the thick darkness covering the eastern sky.