Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1581

“A-mi-ta-bha!”

A loud, angry roar burst out.

The Shaolin monks, known for their strong martial arts and Buddhist beliefs, charged forward. Their energy was so strong, it was hard to believe they were Buddhists.

A normal martial artist might have been amazed, but other Buddhists would probably not like their excessive anger.

But for the Shaolin monks, it made perfect sense.

Had they not suffered the most since the terrible Janggang Catastrophe, a disaster that changed everything? They had lost their honor and pride. They even had to fight each other and split apart.

They had done nothing wrong. But they suffered greatly. They had to face terrible results.

And now, the cause of all their suffering was right in front of them.

“Pae Guuuuuuun!”

Someone’s shout seemed to break their eardrums.

The Shaolin monks’ eyes narrowed.

Yes, it was him. The source of all evil who had brought misery to the world, killed many people, and turned Shaolin into a terrible place!

‘Evasion,’ he had said.

Could Jang Il-So even understand how much that one word hurt Shaolin?

It suggested that all the shame they had suffered and kept going through was not only pointless but cowardly. Did he even understand what that meant to the people of Shaolin?

“Annihilate the enemy!”

The word ‘evasion’ made them even angrier than anyone expected. Even Beopgye, who always calmly led the warrior monks, could not hold back his anger and increased his energy.

Their anger grew even stronger when they saw Jang Il-So, standing calmly and staring at them.

Yes, it was him!

He was the one who had caused all this. He was a devil who had tricked the world with his clever words.

The bright red robe stood out like the North Star, even in the chaos.

Everyone, including Shaolin, felt a strong desire as they looked at that red light.

That neck!

If they could cut off that neck, they could end all this, no matter what they had to suffer.

Then the world would go back to how it was, and the Nine Sects, including Shaolin, would once again be praised.

If only they could kill him!

Blood vessels popped out in the eyes of some Shaolin monks.

“Oooooooooh!”

Golden light erupted from the body of the Shaolin monk running in front.

As if answering him, bright golden light stretched out from the bodies of the Shaolin monks behind him.

This was the effect of Shaolin’s internal energy, raised to its highest level.

The sight of the warrior monks in their yellow robes, covered in lucky gold, was like a golden army running across the earth.

It showed perfectly why Shaolin was called the North Star of the martial world.

It brought fear to the enemy and raised the morale of their allies!

It was such an amazing sight that even the Hong Gyun, who did not care about their own lives because of their loyalty to Jang Il-So, froze for a moment.

Shaolin’s power was not just about force.

“A-mi-ta-bha-!”

Beopgye floated into the air and pushed his palm into the empty space. The force from his palm created a giant palm shape in the air and shot towards the approaching Four Evil Alliances.

“The, the Tathagata!”

Kwaaaaaaang!

Beopgye’s palm force hit the charging Hong Gyun, and they were thrown back, spraying blood.

“There is no mercy here! Do not hesitate to kill!”

“Amitabha!”

The Shaolin monks felt stronger and raised their spirits.

“Follow Shaolin!”

It wasn’t just Shaolin that felt encouraged. The Peng family and the Mount Hua Sect, who were behind them, also shouted as if they were excited by the Shaolin monks’ spirit.

The Nine Great Sects.

A name that would never be forgotten. The pride they had in that name was now exploding on the battlefield.

On the other hand, those who were meeting them at the front looked very different.

Tap tap tap!

The Hong Gyun ran like hunting dogs chasing their prey. Their bloodshot eyes and murderous intent were scary, but they did not shout or try to show their anger.

Fighting, biting, protecting.

It was as natural as breathing. Just as they didn’t need to prepare to breathe and eat, they didn’t need any rituals for battle.

If they were ordered, they fought, and if they were ordered, they died. It didn’t matter who the enemy was, even if they only gained a worthless death.

So, they did not stop even when they saw the Buddha light spreading across the earth.

“Kill.”

The two forces, like spears ready to stab each other, collided without slowing down.

Wham!

Blood sprayed from someone’s body and scattered like firecrackers, redder than the sunset.

The Arhat Fist of Shaolin’s First Stanza showed its power against the enemies. The golden fist slammed into the bodies of the Hong Gyun who were using their swords.

Boom!

It sounded like hitting a bronze bell with a giant hammer.

The Hong Gyun, who had tried to kill the Shaolin monks with one blow, couldn’t even scream and were thrown back faster than they had charged.

The fist with the Buddha light was heavy. It didn’t break, tear, or cut, but pushed back the enemy with a weight as heavy as the life they were protecting!

They gathered everything to become stronger, but the internal energy of the strange groups could not help but be rough. With that, they could not withstand the pure internal energy of the Shaolin monks.

When power met power, density, not size, won.

But the Hong Gyun were famous for a reason.

Even when a fist like a giant iron ball hit their chest, the Hong Gyun’s sword swung. Not at the opponent’s neck, but at the opponent’s wrist that had hit their chest.

Crack!

Although the forearm, strengthened with internal energy, was stronger than steel, it could not completely stop the Hong Gyun’s sword strike.

The price was a wound.

The role of a hunting dog is not to kill the prey, but to wound and chase it.

True to their name, Hong Gyun, their swords showed no greed.

But no matter how skilled a hunting dog is, it cannot beat a great tiger.

The power of those they faced was too great to be satisfied with just one wound.

“A-mi-ta-bha!”

A body trained in hard work, strict training, and rules. The fist of the Shaolin monks, filled with anger towards the enemy, soared.

Wham!

The Hong Gyun sprayed blood and fell.

Thousand-Year Shaolin.

Like a roc that sleeps for a thousand years, but once it spreads its wings, it flies far. Once it began to use its power, Shaolin was indeed scary.

Even the Crimson Hounds, Jang Il-so’s famous and fearsome dogs, were no match for the powerful Arhats of Shaolin. These Crimson Hounds were known across all martial arts groups, both the traditional and the less accepted, but even they faltered against Shaolin’s might.

“Forward! Drive them back!” someone yelled.

Boom! The ground shook as Beopgye slammed his feet down. He stood firm, and stretched out his hands.

“Thousand Buddha Hands!” he roared.

Suddenly, dozens, hundreds of steel hands, shimmering like silver in the light, appeared around him. They swept through the charging enemies like a powerful wave, like a god pushing away evil.

Beopgye roared again, his voice filled with power. He had sent many enemies flying with just one attack.

“We will punish the wicked and bring back justice!” he cried.

The Shaolin monks were not excited by this show of power, but the Mount Hua and Peng families were amazed.

‘Indeed, Shaolin…!’

Zhongli Heng, leader of Mount Hua, watched, his hands shaking. ‘How can they be so strong?’ he wondered.

Strong. Overwhelmingly strong.

It was baffling why they had remained silent with such power at their disposal.

Of course, the battle had only just begun, and Shaolin’s efforts merely served to ignite the opening momentum.

But wasn’t the beginning half the battle? Shaolin’s powerful start was like a roaring fire, pushing back the darkness. Having seized the initiative in this colossal fight, their advantage was incalculable.

“We can’t afford to lose! Don’t leave everything to Shaolin!”

“Yes, Leader!”

The swordsmen of Mount Hua, one of the famous Nine Great Sects, also felt their pride challenged. They couldn’t allow Shaolin to steal all the glory.

But there were even quicker individuals here.

“Clear them out! Show them our strength!”

“Patriarch Peng!”

The Peng family’s swordsmen, led by Peng Yeop, relentlessly carved into the enemy’s flank.

When it came to fighting spirit, no place in the orthodox martial world could easily match the Peng family. Greatswords of unstoppable power, emanating from their magnificent physiques, fell upon the enemies’ heads from all directions.

Crack! The sound was like a tree splitting in a storm. The cut-in-half corpses of the enemies collapsed to the left and right like chopped logs.

Unlike Shaolin, who were pushing back the enemy, this was a ruthless killing technique that showed no mercy. Regardless of the level of skill, the result produced by the massive greatsword was more threatening than Shaolin’s efforts.

“Oooooh!”

Peng Yeop’s sword slashed horizontally. Several members of the Myriad Man Clan were severed at the waist by the single strike. The severed upper bodies rotated in the air, scattering blood in all directions.

A violent strike, without his usual calm! It was as if proving that the Peng family’s blood flowed through his veins as well.

Peng Yeop roared like a tiger, his face red with battle fury.

“Today, we take our place as the greatest family! Crush every last one of them!”

Shaolin, the Peng family, and Mount Hua.

Each name alone was enough to shake the world. As such, their power was truly beyond imagination.

Even the members of the Myriad Man Clan, who were more renowned than grim reapers in Jiangnan, retreated helplessly, unable to dare confront them.

Even knowing full well that Jang Il-so was behind them.

“Ugh, ugh…!”

“Where do you think you’re going, you less accepted scoundrels!”

Shaolin’s fists showed no mercy even to those who retreated.

Whoosh! Successive strikes of the Vacuum Palm, like invisible hammers, smashed into those retreating. The divine fist, unleashed like a soaring bird, pulverized even those who were beyond its reach.

It was truly an unstoppable force. A one-sided rout.

“Jang Il-soooo!”

At that moment, Beopgye erupted in a roar, launching himself into the air.

He had spotted the man in crimson robes standing leisurely far behind the brutal battlefield.

“Ooooooh!”

The fist’s power, extending from his fist, flew in a straight line toward Jang Il-so. A force so immense it seemed capable of crushing the body with a mere graze!

However, Jang Il-so, standing before it, didn’t even twitch an eyebrow, merely watching the incoming force in silence.

“You don’t know your place.”

Instead of Jang Il-so, the Crimson Tiger, who had been standing behind him, leaped forward.

Zzzzzing! With an ear-splitting screech, his sword, exuding an incomparably fierce energy, instantly cleaved the incoming force.

Beopgye couldn’t dare to be Jang Il-so’s opponent, it seemed.

Certainly, that thought might not be wrong. But then, a different kind of power began to rise from the Shaolin side. There was definitely someone here who could be Jang Il-so’s opponent.

“Amitabha.”

A calm, deep voice echoed softly.

At that moment, the Crimson Tiger felt every hair on his body stand on end. And he saw it.

In the midst of the enemy ranks, the form of a massive golden Buddha was being created like a phantom. As if a Buddha had manifested himself.

The Crimson Tiger’s eyes widened.

The image of the massive golden Buddha and the figure of the man creating that image came into view.

“B-Beopjeong!”

At that moment, the golden Buddha’s form, radiating golden light, was fired towards the Crimson Tiger… No, to be precise, towards Jang Il-so behind the Crimson Tiger.

“Ugh, Aargh!”

A sense of crisis swept over him, making every hair on his body stand on end.

But instead of evading, the Crimson Tiger wielded his sword with all his might at the incoming golden Buddha.

Clang! But even with his sword technique that had easily cut through Beopgye’s power, he couldn’t cleave the incoming golden Buddha. At best, he only managed to slightly deflect its direction.

“Lord! You must evade…!”

Kaaaa-BOOM! The golden Buddha struck Jang Il-so, causing a massive explosion.

“L-Lord!”

Ho Gamyeong, who had remained composed throughout, was momentarily horrified and rushed towards Jang Il-so.

If he were directly hit by that absurdly powerful energy, even Jang Il-so…!

“Lord! Are you alright, Lord!”

Ho Gamyeong gritted his teeth and pushed through the rising cloud of dust.

Soon, the atmosphere of the fluctuating battlefield stirred the wind. The thick cloud of dust was pushed away, and Ho Gamyeong froze in his spot.

It wasn’t that he was surprised by Beopjeong’s power, which was great enough to cause a massive explosion.

It was Jang Il-so, who, even after witnessing the power of the energy that had fallen right in front of him, remained unmoved, his gaze fixed on the battlefield. His eyes, colder than the icy winds blowing against the Bukhae Ice Wall, froze even Ho Gamyeong.

“L-Lord…”

Jang Il-so wasn’t looking at Shaolin, nor Beopgye, nor even Beopjeong.

He was merely watching the fluctuating battlefield. The battlefield that was rampaging like black hellfire, nourished by the blood of the Unorthodox Alliance.

“Quite…”

The corners of his red lips curled up threateningly.

“It seems to be having fun.”

His gloomy eyes, sunken deep, gleamed with a snake-like, creepy light.

‘Quite interesting,’ Jang Il-so thought, a cruel smile playing on his lips. ‘They are making this more entertaining than I expected.’