Chapter 1051: I Was Insane Too (Part 6)

He had never thought about it, never imagined it.

To those known as the Demonic Sect in the Central Plains, the people living in the Central Plains were nothing more than dirty unbelievers, pitiful beings whose lives should have already been severed, fortunate to be clinging to a worthless existence.

It was because the promised time by the Heavenly Demon had not yet come, and their lives, deemed worthless, were allowed to persist shamelessly until that time.

Thus, he had never once considered it. The day when fear would arise from those despicable and insignificant beings.

Paah!

Chung Myung, his eyes colored with madness and murder, charged straight towards the enemy.

Only one emotion was left for the person facing that tremendous speed and momentum head-on.

Thud!

The disciple's foot struck the ground excessively hard. There was no time for thoughts. The disciple, thrown backward, raised both hands like a madman, spewing out fierce demonic energy in succession.

It was somewhat different from before. It was not an attack aimed at annihilating the enemy of the Demonic Sect, but rather a move akin to pushing away the approaching opponent.

It was nothing more than an attempt to protect the life that had been considered a sacrifice for the sake of the sect.

The demonic energy rose fiercely like thick black smoke above the flames. However, unlike smoke that disperses when waved away, this demonic energy, upon contact with a person's body, tore through flesh and shattered bones, the embodiment of demonic power. The intense magical energy began to envelop Chung Myung.

Nevertheless, even as he saw the magical energy attempting to engulf him, Chung Myung did not slow down. He simply extended the sword held in his right hand straight towards the lower left and fiercely slashed it upwards towards the upper right.

A deafening sound that seemed to tear the eardrums apart resounded.

Paaahhh!

A powerful single sword stroke that seemed to rip apart the very fabric of space. A vivid red line appeared in the air, cutting diagonally across the center of the magical energy. The magical energy that the enemy had unleashed with all his might was split in two by a single sword stroke. In the meantime, Chung Myung threw himself forward. A creepy smile was vividly drawn on his face.

Before the enemy could even be surprised, a sinister sensation passed through his ankle. The Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword had sliced horizontally across his ankle.

Clang!

The sword that had cleanly cut off the front ankle flew again, aiming for the disciple's entire body in a flash.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The enemy, whose thighs and abdomen were consecutively sliced, quickly opened his eyes at the sight of the sword flying towards his neck.

"Stop!"

At that moment, another Disciple of Law descended towards Chung Myung at an astonishing speed. As if intending to split Chung Myung's head in half, the disciple held magical energy-clad claws in both hands.

Everyone thought that Chung Myung would first block the attacks aimed at his head. However, Chung Myung charged forward at a speed faster than before.

'What?'

Saaaaaaaaaaa!

The Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword, without stopping, cleaved through the air towards the neck. The enemy panicked and tried to block it with his hands.

Creak! Creak!

With demonic energy fully enveloping his hand, more solid than tempered iron, the icy-cold blade of the sword dug into the hand, colder than the freezing winds of an icy hell.

"Urgh…"

The enemy, facing a life-threatening situation, had heightened sensitivity to sensations. Paradoxically, that was the problem. The heightened sensitivity transmitted pain vividly to the enemy. The process of the blade tearing through the skin, ripping flesh, and eventually embedding itself into the wrist bone was painfully clear.

The sharp blade, determinedly advancing, unraveled the resisting demonic energy. It felt like a horrifying gnawing of flesh with a saw, and the black sword steadily moved forward towards the enemy's neck.

"Kwaaaaaak!"

The disciple screamed in agony and pushed the embedded sword away with his hand. As he pushed, the sword delved even deeper.

Soon, the Dark Plum Blossom Sword passed through his wrist and cut into the forearm.

"Kchak!"

The enemy threw away the rapier he had been holding in his hand and grabbed Chung Myung's sword embedded in his left arm with his bare hand.

Quaddduk!

His left arm was already incapacitated. However, the Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword, as if unsatisfied, surged as if to sever the enemy's right hand. It was a perilous situation for his right hand as well, but the disciple desperately clung to the sword, standing his ground.

This was because his eyes clearly saw the demonic hand of another disciple of law falling towards Chung Myung's head.

'This fool! A mistake...'

But at that moment, the disciple flinched. A massive demonic energy attack was descending above his head, but there was no sign of panic or fear on Chung Myung's face.

He only stared at the enemy with an icy, unrivaled gaze.

"Dieeee!"

Just as the hand of the Disciple of Law was about to fall on Chung Myung's forehead, a metallic clang resounded. The hand, charged with boiling energy, halted right above Chung Myung's head.

Between the hand and Chung Myung's vulnerable head, a white sword suddenly emerged.

'When did this happen?'

The color drained from the enemy's face. The young man who had been fighting behind, protecting Chung Myung, had swiftly intervened to block the incoming attacks as if he knew this would happen from the beginning.

His distorted face and flushed complexion vividly conveyed how much effort he had exerted to narrow the distance in this battle.

"Kahat!"

Of course, the Disciple of Law wouldn't easily give up just because one attack was blocked. However, as he was about to swing his hand again in the air, another shadow shot up from behind Baek Cheon.

The Disciple of Law hastily raised his head.

At that moment, what he witnessed was a female swordsman soaring through the night sky. Her expression was chillingly cold.

"Samae!"

"Yes."

Swish!

Yoo Iseol's sword, cutting through the dark void, pierced the demonic Disciple of Law's entire body with dozens of sword shadows.

"Kraaaaaah!"

Normally, he wouldn't allow such an easy attack, but the Disciple of Law had been distracted by Chung Myung and Baek Cheon. There was no way to resist Yoo Iseol, who appeared unexpectedly from the sidelines.

The Disciple of Law collapsed, blood pouring out from his entire body. Crimson blood sprayed from the long wound on his face.

'You bastard!'

Baek Cheon cursed inwardly while sharpening his sword.

There was no need for instructions or discussions. It was clear what this lunatic was aiming for the moment he leaped forward and charged. So, Baek Cheon, as always, just had to do what he needed to do.

But... Wasn't there a limit to this? If he had been just a little later, Chung Myung's head would have exploded like a ripe watermelon.

Whether to call it trust or recklessness, there was no time to ponder it. What he needed to do now was too clear.

"Haaaaah!"

Baek Cheon swiftly retrieved his sword and threw it while rotating in place. His target was the end of the handle of the Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword that Chung Myung held.

Crash!

The moment his sword struck the Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword, the enemy spurted blood and collapsed. Without hesitation, Chung Myung resumed his charge.

Before Baek Cheon could land a kick on the ground, Yoon Jong and Jo Gol passed by him, sticking close to Chung Myung's back.

If you were a disciple of Mount Hua, you knew.

What did Chung Myung do when the enemy outnumbered them and the situation was unfavorable? Everyone knew it even if they didn't say it.

"Jo Gol!"

"Yes, Sahyung!"

Jo Gol's swift swordplay poured towards the front. The demonic cultists, who had rushed towards Chung Myung with confusion and hatred smeared on their faces, were swept away in an instant.

At the same time, Yoon Jong's sword, smoothly wielded, blocked all the attacks pouring in from Chung Myung's surroundings.

A sword opening the way with attacks and a sword defending by blocking. These two contrasting swords opened Chung Myung's path and protected him.

Baek Cheon, who followed closely, shouted loudly.

"Open up! We're going to the bishop!"

In the past, when facing the demonic cult, Chung Myung leaped over the enemy and slashed the Disciples of Law. He safeguarded his own life and the lives of everyone around him.

But this time is different. The enemies were stronger, and the bishop was incomparably more formidable than before.

So, instead of Chung Myung protecting them, they must protect Chung Myung.

The blade of the sword named Chung Myung must reach the bishop's neck without being damaged. They must stake everything on it!

"Hye Yeon, you..."

"Excuse me."

At that moment, a man leaped over Baek Cheon's head. Seeing the blood-red cloth fluttering above him, Baek Cheon reflexively shouted.

"Jang Ilso!"

"I roughly understand."

As Jang Ilso spoke softly, a vivid blue flame spewed out from both of his hands. Like a swarm of fireballs, it engulfed the demonic cultists in front of Chung Myung.

As the demonic cultists let out horrifying screams, Jang Ilso effortlessly leaped into the air, landing right beside Chung Myung.

"Well then..."

He smiled, showing his teeth with a playful face.

"Shall we go?"

Paaaat!

Chung Myung and Jang Ilso rushed forward simultaneously. At the same time, Baek Cheon and Yoo Iseol, Yoon Jong and Jo Gol followed closely, guarding them like a shield.

Their formation, as if tightly pulled back and then fiercely shot forward, resembled a barrage of arrows. Once the arrows stop, they lose their meaning. If they've set their minds on breaking through the enemy's front lines, there's only one fate awaiting them if they fail.

However, neither Chung Myung nor Jang Ilso, nor anyone following behind them, feared or panicked at that fate. They just smashed and cut down those blocking their path, charging forward relentlessly.

"Oooooo!"

Hye Yeon and Namgung Dowi, who jumped over the heads of Chung Myung and Jang Ilso and soared forward, opened the way, radiating power and sword energy. The massive energy pouring out like cannonballs swept away the unprepared demonic cultists.

As the front was blocked, the demonic cultists attempting to approach from the sides were stopped by Tang Soso's sword energy and Im Sobyeong's sweeping technique.

"Ugh!"

"These unbelievers!"

The tightly-knit group from Mount Hua delved deep into the dense crowd of cultists. The fangs of those aiming from behind were blocked by the composed strikes of Un Geom's sword, and the cultists persistently tailing them were soon confronted by the Honggyeon, who were snapping at them like hunting dogs.

With overwhelming force, the Mount Hua group swiftly advanced, cutting through the sea of cultists.

"Block them!"

A voice, torn apart by the agonizing memory of barely surviving a disastrous encounter, shouted. It was desperate and urgent, too desperate to be considered the cry of a practitioner.

But now, there was no room for even the slightest composure.

'I can't let that guy, never send him to the bishop!'

He knew very well that thinking such sacrilegious thoughts was inappropriate. No matter how formidable the middle-tier Taoist was, his power was nothing compared to the bishop's. To fear that his sword might reach the bishop was a dreadful act of sacrilege.

Yet, despite knowing all of this, the disciple couldn't help but feel the invasion of fear in his heart.

'No! Block him! Even if I have to throw my life away, I must block him!'

In the dark night sky and on the dark earth, a single red arrow cut through the world dyed entirely black.

A razor-sharp arrow that would split the heart of the demonic invasion.