Chapter 1052: I Was Insane Too (Part 7)

"Block the way!"

The Disciples of Law had thought and deliberated countless times. The Central Plains. An adversary beyond comparison in terms of numbers, a formidable enemy.

About how to confront and eliminate them.

However, at this moment, they found themselves in a situation they had never considered in all their long years. A smaller number of Central Plains practitioners were actually breaking through and penetrating them. For those who devoted everything to the sacred deity Heavenly Demon, this was an unimaginable situation.

Therefore, there was no immediate response. Dealing with a few strong opponents was an unknown territory for them.

Paaaat!

Chung Myung's sword, swung like lightning, instantly crushed the approaching demonic cultists. The strike, from a Taoist's fingertips, was unbelievably brutal and resolute. Before that sword strike, everything was equal.

If one sees a comrade's body torn to shreds before their eyes, no matter how resilient they may be, they are bound to cringe. However, the cultists proved why they were called demonic cultists with their lives.

"Kahaaaaack!"

A cultist from behind rushed towards Chung Myung, swinging the torn body of his fallen comrade with both arms. At the moment when the pitch-black, magic-stained hand of the cultist was about to claw Chung Myung's face, something sharp blocked it.

Kagagang!

The cultist's hand collided with something, and a sharp metallic sound echoed. Jang Ilso, who had blocked the cultist's demonic claws with a ring tightly fitted on his hand, swiftly followed up by swinging his arm.

Purseok!

The cultist's head shattered into pieces, and blood and brain matter sprayed in all directions.

"Irresponsible."

Jang Ilso's dark eyes briefly conveyed his sentiment. Soon, his gaze turned to the towering pagoda beyond the cultists surrounding them.

At that moment, Hye Yeon and Namgung Doyi passed by, rushing forward. Jang Ilso smirked.

"I never thought the day would come when I receive the protection of Shaolin and Namgung. This is truly a rare occurrence."

"If you have time to joke around, fight!"

"...Hearing such words is also a rare occurrence."

Jang Ilso shook his head, as if saying he couldn't help it.

'This is madness.'

Now they had partially penetrated the cultists blocking their way. However, in other words, it meant they were now standing in the middle of the enemy's camp. It looked like everything was going well now... but what if they stopped even for a moment?

'They'll attack from all sides.'

It was just a matter of walking into their encirclement with their own feet.

Everything would end at that moment. The numbers advantage may be nothing at times, but at other times, it can be an insurmountable absolute difference.

If they stop and look at the cultists surrounding them with their eyes, all that remains for them is despair.

'Even though they probably know that.'

The fact that there were those who recklessly engaged in such insane acts and those who chased after them without any doubt made Jang Ilso shudder.

What if their target was not the bishop's life, but Jang Ilso's life? If the one waiting on the other side was not the bishop but Jang Ilso, how would he be watching them now?

"It's truly rare."

Jang Ilso raised both arms. The bracelets soared into the air together, then began to rotate fiercely right above his head.

"In the Central Plains,"

Jang Ilso spread both arms simultaneously.

"I never thought there would be people crazier than me!"

Kwaaaaa!

The rotating bracelets shot forward simultaneously. Dozens of golden meteorites, emitted momentarily, flew towards the cultists.

"Ik!"

The cultists, using the magic they had, struck down the bracelets flying towards them. No, they tried to strike them down. But at that very moment.

Hweeeeeek!

The bracelets, flying in a straight line, seemed to writhe as if alive. Avoiding the hands of the cultists swinging towards them, they drew strange curves and burrowed deep into their bodies.

Woodddddeuk!

The resilient, rubbery skin momentarily resisted, but the rotating bracelets, at a fearsome speed, ground into the flesh, progressively penetrating deeper.

"Kuaaaaaack!"

The bracelets embedded in the chest tore apart the internal organs of the cultist, piercing through the back. And yet, without losing momentum, they consecutively pierced the bodies of the cultists rushing from behind.

The fiercely rotating and wildly unpredictable bracelets shattered the bodies of the pierced cultists into pieces.

"Kwaaaaack!"

"Aaaack!"

Piercing screams erupted from all around. It seemed as if ten golden snakes were running wild.

A cultist who saw a bracelet flying towards his chest tried to grab it with both hands, but the golden bracelet drew a rising curve and pierced the cultist's face. The sight resembled a large star shooting up into the night sky.

"I should join in the rhythm too. If you don't stop, it won't be a problem, won't it?"

The momentum of the practitioners rushing in fiercely instantly collapsed. Even the disciples of Mount Hua, who were running in support, were left speechless, staring blankly at the scene unfolding before their eyes.

At that moment, there was only one person who did not miss what he had to do.

Paaaaah!

Chung Myung's sword swiftly severed the throats of the cultists trembling in pain.

"Ho?"

Just as Jang Ilso was about to burst into admiration, two shadows dashed to the left and right of Chung Myung.

Paaaaah! Paaaaah!

Baek Cheon and Yoo Iseol, completely filling the left and right, clearly poured out sword strikes that resembled Chung Myung's. They were incredibly simple but deadly swift swords, vicious life-taking swords that allowed no room for waste.

The necks of the cultists soared into the air one after another.

Then the swords of the two began to change as if in response to some agreement. The simple swords, having secured space to wield, transformed into refined swords that spewed countless sword energies. Thousands of petals bloomed simultaneously from the tips of the two swords.

Red plum blossoms fiercely swept through the unprepared cultists, digging into their entire bodies. There was no way to block the sword energies filling every visible space.

And then.

"Amitabha! TAAAAAA!"

Hye Yeon, who released a fierce energy, raised his inner strength as much as he could. The refined inner strength cultivated meticulously in Shaolin and perfected by Mount Hua's martial art began to flow into his fist.

Thud!

A powerful strike rained down.

Eeeeeeeeng!

Following a thunderous sound as if an enormous building was collapsing, the refined power spewed out from Hye Yeon's fist. The realm of Buddhism that destroys all demons and purifies all evil things!

Hye Yeon's Arhat Divine Fist unfolded with extreme intensity, sweeping away the cultists. Utilizing the space created in this way, disciples of Mount Hua, including Yoon Jong and Jo Gol, swiftly charged in.

"Pierce through!"

"Clear the way!"

Their sword strikes poured endlessly forward, effortlessly piercing through the thick formation of the cultists. It was like sharp arrows flying.

They didn't specifically target anyone. Their task was not to kill or defeat the enemy. It was merely to clear a straight path leading to the pavilion!

"These damn bastards!"

The Disciples of Law rushed towards Chung Myung, baring their fangs. It was clear who they needed to prioritize for elimination.

Thud!

However, as the disciples of Mount Hua and Hye Yeon, as if following a predetermined plan, scattered in all directions, they blocked the charging Disciples of Law.

Kaaaang!

The clash of the Disciples of Law's hands and the swords of Mount Hua's disciples created a huge metallic sound in the air.

"Step aside! You filthy bastards!"

"Not happening!"

Jo Gol laughed mockingly at the Disciples of Law.

"We're quite desperate too, you know!"

Jo Gol's eyes glanced at Chung Myung's back. His eyes lightly touched Chung Myung's back, like a whisper.

"You're not going to walk away before I die, you stupid Demon Cult bastards!"

The swordsmen of Moun Hua fiercely attacked the Disciples of Law.

"Kuk!"

"These guys!"

The Disciples of Law were undoubtedly powerful. However, they couldn't fully exert their strength when their attention was divided, and their hearts were elsewhere.

While the disciples of Mount Hua momentarily dealt with those Disciples of Law, new faces stepped forward to fill the gaps.

"It might be a bit tough alone."

"Hmph. Now it's back to the front. Let's take care of them quietly!"

With the Honggyeon covering their rear, Un Geom and Im Sobyeong rushed forward.

"Huuk! Huuk!"

Witnessing that scene, sparks flew in Namgung Dowi's eyes. As if he could faint at any moment, he gasped for breath and bit down on the tension.

"At the front!"

A massive lion's roar burst forth.

"This is my place!"

Namgung Dowi, who had already begun to show signs of exhaustion, forcefully lifted himself up, rushing forward with his sword raised.

Goooooo!

A youthful white light emitted from the tip of the sword endlessly increased in size. Namgung Dowi, who drew a larger sword energy than most masters, opened his eyes wide with a bloodshot gaze and swung the sword in one breath.

"Oooooooo!"

Emperor's Manifestation.

The pinnacle of Namgung's essence, the Emperor's Sword Form, was unleashed in an instant.

Quaaaaaaaaang!

The white sword energy that fell in the midst of the enemy caused a massive explosion.

"Go, Sahyung!"

"Go, Chung Myung!"

Heeding all these shouts, Chung Myung's foot struck the ground. He didn't turn his head. There was no need to check on those left behind. That would be an insult to those who opened the way.

He had only one thing to do. Run along that path and finally reach the destination!

At the moment when Un Geom and Im Sobyeong urgently pushed back the charging cultists, Chung Myung and Jang Ilso simultaneously struck the ground as if fulfilling a promise. The two, with red and black streaks of light, pierced through the thinning encirclement at a frightening speed.

Finally!

Quang!

Chung Myung, lifted by the recoil, grabbed the head of the last cultist blocking his way with one hand and slammed it into the ground. The Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword glowed faintly.

"Tahaaaaaaaap!"

Finally, the spewing red energy plunged beneath the lower floor of the pavilion in an instant.

Quaaaaang!

With a tremendous explosion, the pavilion, which was already partially destroyed, began to collapse in an instant.

Quurrrrrrrrrrrrk! Quurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrk!

"Ah...."

The practitioners' eyes were engulfed in despair and fear.

In the debris of the completely collapsed pavilion, a dense cloud of dust rose. It was evidence that Chung Myung's sword had finally reached its destination.

Kurrrrrrrrrrk! Kurrrrrrk!

The pavilion collapsed completely in the blink of an eye. The dirt and dust that had risen densely were slowly pushed away by the wind.

And... now, in the midst of the wreckage of the pavilion, so devastated that one could hardly guess its original appearance, a man slowly revealed himself.

Silence enveloped the world.

"B-Bishop...!"

The desperate cry of the enemy echoed.

The man who heard the cry turned his head very slowly. Even in the still-rising dust, his chilling gaze was felt distinctly.

Chung Myung met those eyes and bared his teeth like a wolf.

"Should I say it's nice to meet you?"

The Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword echoed an eerie sword cry.