Chapter 1459: It Won't Be Easy (Part 4)

"Oh, they're coming!"

Kwaaaah!

The antique pavilion roof soared into the sky. Unbelievably, it was not a dream or illusion but stark reality.

"Haaaah!"

With bursting energy, the tiles covering the roof exploded in all directions. It was like fireworks exploding high in the sky.

Ssweaaaak!

The scattered tiles, like sparks, spread in all directions at a furious speed, overwhelming those who were stunned.

"Kraaaah!"

"Ack! My arm! Aaaah!"

Amidst the chaotic scene, the followers of the Evil Sect who had gathered were quickly turning pale.

"We must stop them! Somehow!"

It was a futile cry. Who here would not know that?

Their original mission was to protect the sect while the Evil Tyrant Alliance was absent, and to monitor the residents to prevent them from escaping. It was not a particularly impressive task.

If they couldn't even fulfill that properly, it was obvious what these followers of the Evil Tyrant Alliance would do to them.

But...

"This is unbelievable!"

The words 'must do' and 'can do' may sound similar, but they are entirely different.

The people present here felt the difference in their bones.

A giant something fell right in front of the bewildered followers of the Evil Sect.

Kwoong!

"...Uh..."

Twice the size of an ordinary person... No, easily three times the size. There was no way to describe the enormous figure other than using the word 'giant.' The giant, with a gaze as sharp as a blade, looked down at them.

"The scum of this Evil Sect."

A murmured phrase echoed, sounding like a growl. How could one use the term 'murmur' for such a deep and rumbling voice? The reason was simple.

"I will crush them all!"

The subsequent roar that followed was so immense that it couldn't be adequately described as a growl.

The arm of Meng So, the Beast Palace Lord, struck forward, sweeping through the Evil Sect followers. It was like a formidable sight as her pillar-like arm moved, creating a terrifying scene.

Kwaaaah!

Strong adult men, who had honed their martial arts for decades, were sent flying like lifeless pieces of wood colliding with a runaway carriage.

"Ah, Ahhhhhhhh!"

Witnessing their comrades being torn apart, the Evil Sect followers instinctively tried to retreat. However, their movement was no match for Meng So, who charged forward like a wild beast.

Kwaang! Kwaah!

Explosive sounds, like gunpowder igniting, erupted consecutively. At the same time, the bodies of the defeated Evil Sect followers soared into the sky over the sect.

"This monster! Dieee!"

Of course, they were not just going to stand there and take it. A swordsman aimed for Meng So's back as he charged forward. A swift sword strike descended.

But the swordsman did not know one crucial fact. Despite his colossal size, Meng So was neither slow nor dull.

Hweeeiik!

Meng So's body rotated flexibly, seemingly incongruous with his colossal build. Simultaneously, his massive foot traced a formidable arc in the air, striking the jaw of the oncoming swordsman.

Kwaaaah!

It was the pinnacle of leg techniques. The body of the unfortunate one who received the blow traced a black line, piercing through a high wall and disappearing.

"Mi, madness..."

As the onlookers were briefly frozen by the absurd situation, an even more frightening scene unfolded before their eyes. A man soared over Meng So's head.

"T-Tang...!"

"It's the Poison King! Bow down!"

Sweaaak!

A flying dagger emitted from Tang Gunak's hands ruthlessly cleaved through the air. The cruelty of his dagger was unparalleled, yet, at the same time, it was merciful. All the onlookers saw was a flashing light before a painless death.

Tang Family, who had delivered the cleanest death to the enemy, pounded the ground with a stern expression.

They were not the ones who burned the Sichuan Tang Family and killed the disciples. Even if they fought back, they were nothing more than unruly troublemakers.

But even so, intruding on the land of the Sichuan Tang Family and acting recklessly was unforgivable.

Suppressing the surging rage, Tang Gunak poured his anger entirely into his needle.

Paaaaaa!

The needle was thrust into another opponent's forehead.

"Ah, it's an order to stop them! There's no place to retreat behind!"

"To stop? Stop whom? Exactly who are we supposed to stop?"

That monstrous Beast Palace Lord? Or Tang Gunak throwing weapons in anger, sweeping through the enemy forces? Or perhaps...

Kwaaaaah!

At that moment, somewhere, a brilliant white light burst out, dazzling enough to make one's eyes sting.

"Ah, it's Namgung! The Namgung Family!"

"What, who is it? Namgung Hwang?"

"Namgung Hwang is dead, you idiot!" [T_T]

"Then who is that? It's the Emperor's Sword style!"

"Well..."

It didn't matter when or where. Anyone who had seen Namgung Hwang's swordsmanship even once in their lifetime would never forget that sight. And to those who held that memory, the appearance of the white radiance was sheer terror.

"Go, the other way!"

"What?"

"There, damn it! There!"

"It's Plum Blossom! The Mount Hua bastards have comeeeee!"

As if in response, the radiant sword energy, now famous throughout the world, swirled from the side where the white radiance was pouring.

Reddish-pink sword energy resembling plum blossoms.

It was the plum blossom sword energy of Mount Hua.

"Why...? Why..."

A few? Just a dozen or so? What significance does the number of people have? Even if there were a thousand here, it might not be enough. No, perhaps even ten thousand wouldn't be enough.

The leaders of the martial arts sects who had conquered the world were converging here to directly attack. How could these people who haven't even obtained proper titles hold them off?

"Evil Tyrant Alliance! Where is the Myrian Man Manor? Why do we have to deal with these bastards?"

"Ah!"

Busy dodging and avoiding, those who cursed them saw the white sword energy raining down like meteors above their heads.

Kwaaaaah!

The shock created a pressure wave that fluttered their clothes as if gone mad. Truly overwhelming results. However, the face of the one who calmly watched this spectacle from the roof still showed a displeased expression.

"Attack more, more! Has this bastard not eaten anything? Is that sword the only thing that comes out?"

"I'm doing my best..."

"Your best? You're talking about your best! Even your father's sword was twice as big!"

"Well, that's obvious!"

"What's obvious? Why is it obvious? He was a family head, and now you're also a family head, so why can't you do more than that? If you're both family heads, the swords should be the same!"

Namgung Dowi's eyes welled up with tears. Even if it was just a rough point, there should be some logical rebuttal, right?

"You won't leave the Chengdu by walking today. If you have the strength left after the situation is over, I'll throw all of Namgung's bastards to the Sichuan border! If you don't want to see Namgung's kids becoming arrow targets, behave yourselves!"

"Aaaah!"

Namgung Dowi expelled his strength and released the sword energy.

Kwaaaaah!

"That's right!"

Chung Myung finally nodded as if he now somewhat liked it. But for a moment, his eyes started to gleam again with a displeased expression.

"Make it fancy, fancy! Not only here but the whole world must know! That we have destroyed the Chengdu!"

"Chung Myung. If the rumor spreads that we destroyed Chengdu, it's not good. We're here to save Chengdu!"

"Huh? Is that so?"

Chung Myung nodded as if he understood now. But right now, that wasn't the important thing.

"Where did that bandit bastard go? Is that kid playing?"

"I'm going, I'm going, damn it!"

Im Sobyeong swung the fan desperately while swearing.

"You bastard, is this all you can do?"

"No! What can I do when the martial arts I've learned are different from others?"

This was too harsh. Meng So, with its body alone, posed a strong threat, and Tang Gunak, being the Poison King, naturally had a presence like no other. And wasn't Namgung and Mount Hua's martial arts inherently flashy?

However, Im Sobyeong could not create as much intensity as them no matter how hard he tried. Just as no matter how hard a turtle twists its body, it can't imitate the brilliance of a peacock.

"Ah, useless guy! Really useless!"

"Why is it only me! Prince Seol is not capable either!"

"Whoa..."

"Damn...Comparing himself with children now."

"That's low, Nokrim King."

Criticisms poured in from all directions. Im Sobyeong bit his lips in frustration. But his anger soon shifted to another place, not Chung Myung.

"Which bastard suggested making this human chief? Who the hell!"

"Well... Gaju-nim suggested it first."

"Which bastard?"

"Gaju-nim?"

"If I find out, I won't leave you alone!"

...Seeing Im Sobyeong desperately avoiding reality, Jo Gol wiped his eyes with his sleeve. Yeah, I have to live like this...

"What are you doing, you kid!"

"...I'm your Sahyung, Chung Myung."

"So?"

"Yes, yes! I'm going. Damned chief!"

Jo Gol rushed out.

He ran like mad to the forefront of the Evil Sect members, who were scared shitless. [possibly not accurate] The sword emitted dozens of rays of light, firing like fireworks.

"Ah, aaah!"

"Quick, quick sword! It's the Light-Splitting Sword!"

"It's the Light-Splitting Sword, Jo Gol! R-run!"

"...What?"

Jo Gol, who was about to knock down those standing in front of him and continue his momentum, stopped in surprise.

"What are you saying? Light-Splitting Sword?"

"...Isn't that your title?"

"Yes? My title? Me?"

Jo Gol looked at the running ones with a bewildered face.

"When did that happen?"

When people start to gain fame, they often don't realize it themselves because they are too busy. The reputation of those who had fought continuously from Southern Island to here had grown even larger within the Evil Sect than within the righteous sects.

"What are you doing! Let's go!"

"Ah... Sahyung!"

"Why?"

"Does Sahyung have a title?"

"... Well..."

Yoon Jong's sword swung nervously.

Kwaaaaah!

Chaos erupted throughout Chengdu.

It was only a little over ten, but those ten were displaying a scene that far exceeded common sense.

"R-run!"

"Hey, you crazy bastards! You shouldn't run away! Evil Tyrant Alliance will kill us!"

"It's better than dying now!"

"Ah, no! Aaah!"

The Heavenly Comrade Alliance's hidden knife... No, the giant and ornate golden sword was pouring cold water onto soaring momentum of the Evil Tyrant Alliance

"Kkikikkik."

Watching the mess that had become of Chengdu, Chung Myung's eyes shone with glee.

While observing the chaos that had unfolded in the Holy City, Chung Myung's eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint.

"This guy seems to think lightly of people just because he's been on the receiving end until now."

Who do you let go, and who do you protect... Chung Myung was a person who had never done anything like that in his life.

"Where's that big head of yours so confidently flaunting itself? From now on, see what I'm capable of. Hehehehehe!"

With a gleam in his eyes, Chung Myung drew the sword at his waist.

"Destroy them all! Burn them down completely!"

"Oh, no, Chung Myung! These are citizens, not enemies!"

"Let's goooo!"

"Someone please stop him!"

Chung Myung, wielding his sword vigorously, soared into the midst of Chengdu with tremendous force.