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All these sensations dredged up memories from the depths of his mind.

‘Not yet.’

Kwadeuk!

The sword of Chung Myung instantly crushed half of the cultist’s neck.

‘yet!’

Chung Myung swung his sword even faster, slicing through the half-severed neck again.

Kagagagak!

‘No!’

He gritted his teeth and rotated his body. The tip of his sword traced a circle that seemed almost illusionary.

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Sogok!

There is no sensation in the fingertips. The perfectly swung sword cleanly severed the cultist’s neck and raised arm simultaneously. Although he could not feel the slightest sensation, paradoxically, a profound sense of fulfillment lingered at his fingertips.

Chung Myung instinctively tightened his grip on the sword.

It was as if he was savoring the sensation at his fingertips, yet at the same time, he seemed to despise the fact that it remained.

His eyes were bloodshot as he bit his lip.

Kuung!

The sound of stepping on the advance resonated stronger than ever. Internal strength surged like a waterfall from deep within his Dantian.

The purest energy in the world, painstakingly refined again and again, exploded through his body and into his sword.

Compared to the immense internal strength he possessed during his days as Plum Blossom Sword Sovereign, it was still insignificant. However, although the absolute quantity was insufficient, the quality was incomparable.

Wiiiiiiing!

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His internal strength courses through the sword and rotates fiercely. The blade, sharp as lightning, clashed with the cultist’s demonic energy-wrapped arm.

Jjok!

There was no sensation of cutting.

Chung Myung’s energy pulverized the demonic energy. An arm that cannot exert demonic energy is no better than a piece of rotten wood. As Chung Myung’s sword grazed past, the cultist’s arm split open, spattering sticky blood.

Sogok!

However, Chung Myung didn’t give the cultist a chance to be surprised. He immediately swung his sword again, decisively cutting off the cultist’s head with one blow.

Chwaaaak!

Hot blood spurted from the severed neck and drenched Chung Myung’s face. The stench of blood was almost dizzying, but even amidst all that, Chung Myung’s eyes remained as cold as ice.

It was at that point that the change occurred.

“Kill them!”

“Wipe them all out! Those damn dog-like fanatics!”

The elites of Black Ghost Fortress, who were frozen with fear, gathered their momentum and rushed after Chung Myung.

They are Evil Sects. It is natural for them to respect power and follow the strong more than Righteous Sects.

Now a strong person whom they can trust and follow has appeared in front of them.

It doesn’t matter whether the man is of Righteous Sects or Evil Sects. Because such distinction is meaningless in front of Magyo.

What is important to them now is that an absolute powerhouse has appeared in front of them who can turn this hellish situation around.

This is not the realm of calculation and reason. They use their instincts to grasp the victory. They discovered shining victory on Chung Myung’s back.

“Push them back!”

“Oooooooooouhhhh!”

The cool-headed elites of Black Ghost Fortress roared their hearts out and began to attack the cultists in one wave.

“These damned bastards…!”

The cultists rolled their eyes at the sight.

How dare these filthy unbelievers bare their teeth and attack the believers? It was a sight their devout faith could not tolerate.

Resistance to the cult is like resistance to the Great One.

Those who resist shall be annihilated, and their souls burnt.

Isn’t that the foremost doctrine?

“Kill all these filthy unbelievers!”

The cultists howled like beasts and waved their arms at Black Ghost Fortress.

Kagang!

Weaponry broke and soared into the air, and limbs were torn from bodies in all directions. It was still a scene of utter desperation, but it was different from before. Black Ghost Fortress, which had been pushed back unilaterally due to fear, now clung fiercely even as they were pushed back.

“Neck! The neck! Go for their neck!”

“Just smash their heads! The head!”

Black Ghost Fortress elites persistently targeted the heads of the cultists.

The cultists, who had surrendered themselves to their fanaticism and were fiercely attacking Black Ghost Fortress, began to block and dodge the swords that flew in for the first time, as if they could not ignore the attacks flying at their heads.

That alone was enough. The atmosphere that had been in disarray changed.

“These dog-like cultists! This is our land!”

Black Ghost Fortress attacked the cultists fiercely.

“Keuahahahahat!”

The cultists, eyes blazing with murderous intent, struck at those before them. Though a sword lodged in their upper arm, the cultists did not blink, aiming their elongated magic-infused claws at the face of Black Ghost Fortress elite.

The moment when the elite of Black Ghost Fortress instinctively close their eyes tightly.

Swaeaeaek!

With a sound like cutting through the wind, the sword flew and severed the cultist’s neck in one fell swoop.

With an expression soaked in vulgar pleasure, the cultist’s head spun several times in the air before dropping to the ground.

“Uh….”

The Black Ghost Fortress elite, who had barely had his life saved, looked ahead with a puzzled expression. Beyond the crumbling body of the cultist.

Chung Myung, having retrieved his sword with a spin, spoke as if spitting out the words.

“Don’t let down your guard, you idiot.”

“…Yes? Ah… Yes!”

With those words, Chung Myung turned again and walked forward. The Black Ghost Fortress elite, eyes wide open, furiously followed behind him.

“Hmm….”

Jang Ilso touched his chin as if intrigued.

In his eyes, a strange pleasure and discomfort smoldered at the same time. As a result of the wariness mixed in, the eyes began to shine brightly.

“It’s certainly interesting.”

No matter how much Evil Sects follow the strong, they don’t simply submit to them blindly.

In particular, Black Ghost Fortress is a place where loyalty to its leader is clearly established. Even if there is a stronger being, there is no way they can easily change their mind.

But now, those Black Ghost Fortress elites were clearly following Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword.

‘What a ridiculous amount of control.’

What makes it more absurd to Jang Ilso is the presence Great Master of Ten Thousand Gold here. No matter how much his arm was cut off, Great Master of Ten Thousand Gold is Great Master of Ten Thousand Gold. In a place where their superiors are clearly present, the subordinates follow without question what a Righteous Sects bastard says?

‘It’s unbearable.’

Jang Ilso chuckled and laughed.

No matter how you looked at it, that guy from Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword was in the wrong place. Had he nested in Evil Sects instead of Righteous Sects, he would have become a tremendous figure. If that were the case, he would have become several times more threatening to Jang Ilso than he is now.

“But, well… this really isn’t good for my reputation.”

Jang Ilso hummed and moved forward. One of the cultists who discovered him rushed towards him with red light shining from his eyes.

In an instant, Jang Ilso’s lips curved into a smile.

Swaeaeaeaek!

A demonic hand (??(魔手)) tearing through the air. Jang Ilso casually raised his hand and lightly pushed aside the demonic hand aiming for his face.

Tuuung!

“Kahak!”

Jang Ilso’s hand, which easily repelled another demonic hand that was swinging in succession as if in a fit, suddenly penetrated the cultist’s neck like a thunderbolt.

Kwadeuk!

Jang Ilso’s fingertips, delicate as those of a well-groomed lady, dug fiercely into the cultist’s neck.

“Kohok!”

The cultist’s mouth gaped open. However, that alone did not seem to have broken his fighting spirit, and the cultist struggled and flailed his hand.

“Hmm….”

Jang Ilso, who slapped the hand away as if indulging a child’s prank, narrowed his eyes.

“Attacking the neck doesn’t seem appropriate… If tearing the throat doesn’t do it, then, hmm…”

Kwadeuk! Kwadeudeuk!

Jang Ilso’s hand, which was stuck in the cultist’s neck, pushed through, tearing through the flesh.

“Kkeueu…. Keuaargh….”

Even the cultist, who seemed immune to pain, couldn’t bear this terrible agony and let out pained groans. In fact, it may have been a desperate scream, but his airway was already half-pierced, so he would not have been able to scream to his heart’s content.

“I guess this should do it.”

Udeuk!

Jang Ilso’s hand, which touched the neck bone, mercilessly broke and crushed the cultist’s neck bone. The cultist trembled as if in convulsions, then bit his tongue and twisted his head as he died.

“Hmm.”

Jang Ilso watched the cultist thoughtfully and then scrunched his nose as if holding filth. He tossed the body aside and shook the blood off his hands.

“The head, or perhaps the neck bone. Complicated. Then…”

A look of discomfort flashed across Jang Ilso’s white face.

Originally, the moment he touched the neck with his nails, it should have been severed.

But the reality was different. In order to break that neck bone, He had to go through the trouble of digging into and tearing apart the neck.

‘Does it mean that my internal strength doesn’t work well?’

He clearly understood what Great Master of Ten Thousand Gold meant. If even this riffraff resisted his internal strength, it was evident what sort of tactics that bishop might employ without even needing to see.

“This is quite….”

Jang Ilso’s gaze turned to Chung Myung’s back, who was rampaging around. Jang Ilso smiled crookedly as he saw Chung Myung striking the cultist’s head in one fell swoop.

“It’s not fair, is it?”

It seemed bringing these guys along was a good choice after all.

“Tsk.”

But he soon clicked his tongue in displeasure as he watched Chung Myung. Leading from the front was all well and good, but wasn’t this just draining his strength?

It seemed that Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword had forgotten who they were dealing with.

Otherwise… that’s just the kind of person he was?

‘Of course, it’s the latter.’

It would be quicker to wait for a waterfall to rise into the sky than to hope for that man to become stupid.

“I respect your preferences, but right now, you are under my command, and it’s troublesome if you act too recklessly.”

Jang Ilso smirked bitterly and glanced back.

“You all heard that, right?”

Instead of an answer, a soft rustling of breath was heard. Although they are called Red Dogs, they are by no means crazy dogs that run wild without knowing what to do. Rather, it was a hunting dog that attacked Jang Ilso’s enemies in an extremely restrained manner and bit their necks, suffocating them.

“What you need to aim for is the neck bone, or perhaps the head. If you break that, they’re not much different from a regular person.”

Jang Ilso’s eyes were grim as he stared in Chung Myung’s direction.

“It might be fun just to watch, but it’s not polite to let only the guest fight. After all, I am quite a gentleman. So…”

Jang Ilso gestured lightly forward with his chin.

“Go and bite.”

As soon as the order was given, Red Dogs, who had been guarding behind Jang Ilso, turned into a red beam and rushed forward.

Jang Ilso slowly took a step forward as he saw Red Dogs running forward in white robes.

“I’m curious.”

A mischievous glint continuously whipped through his eyes.

“These guys are like this, so… Just what kind of monster is that bishop supposed to be?”

His eyes moved beyond the battlefield to the half-collapsed Hangzhou. It seemed as if an extremely gloomy energy was flowing from the depths of that city.

“It’s chilling.”

Krararak.

His rings clashed harshly against each other.

Jang Ilso, who slowly brushed his lips with his fingertips, soon took a stride forward with a murderous look in his eyes.