Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1333

Guai Liang looked at the scene. His face turned pale.

He had seen blood many times since he first held a sword.

But this was different. This was shocking, even to him.

The white cliffs of the canyon were red, as if someone had painted them with blood. And the blood belonged to the men he had trained.

Guai Liang looked at the dead bodies. They were twisted and broken. He swallowed hard.

More than half of the Blood Sword Unit was gone. They were now lonely spirits in this canyon. The ones who were still alive were barely holding on, waiting to die.

It was a total defeat.

The Blood Sword Unit, one of the Myriad Man Manor’s best groups, was destroyed. Only about thirty members were left. It was almost a joke to call them a unit anymore.

Guai Liang didn’t love the men he trained. They were tools to him. But seeing their terrible dead bodies still made something shift inside him. It wasn’t love, but something… heavy.

He stared at the person blocking the canyon exit. The one who was stopping the Blood Sword Unit, and the entire thousand-strong force of the Myriad Man Manor.

It was the Mount Hua Sword Master.

Maybe this would become a legend. A story told for years in the Jianghu.

It might be the first story people told when they talked about the Mount Hua Sword Master.

Even if he died here, his story would not be forgotten.

Maybe his death would make him even more famous.

Sometimes, people remember heroes even more strongly when they die. Their death makes their story even bigger, even more powerful.

Guai Liang had to admit it. Even though he was his enemy, Chung Myung was amazing.

He had come all this way to save Hae Nam, who was trapped in enemy territory. He was standing alone against the Myriad Man Manor’s army.

Even without making the story bigger, it was clear he was a hero. Guai Liang was watching a legend being born.

But the man in front of him didn’t look like a hero.

His hair was messy, and his face was covered in blood. His blood and the blood of his enemies.

His left leg was cut open to the bone. A sword had stabbed him near his chest.

The bandage on his side was soaked with dark red blood. He had a long cut from his neck to his arm.

He had been wounded on his right leg before he even got here. There was a sword cut on his back that no one could see. And many other small cuts.

How could anyone see a hero in this broken man? He looked like he was about to die. He was using his sword to stay standing.

Did this desperate man really have the power to become a legend?

He wasn’t a hero.

He was just a human.

A human struggling, fighting, and hurting.

There was no hero here who could break mountains with a sword or shake the sky with his voice. There was just a human paying a terrible price for what he had done.

Drip.

Blood fell from Chung Myung’s face. He breathed weakly, as if he might stop at any moment.

He was past his limit.

He was like a wounded animal that couldn’t fight back. Even a normal member of the Myriad Man Manor could kill him now.

But the Blood Sword Unit, who loved killing, didn’t dare to go near him.

Guai Liang didn’t blame them. He couldn’t.

Then it happened.

Creak.

Chung Myung gripped his sword. His joints groaned like an old, rusty cart as he straightened up.

Guai Liang watched him.

Blood kept flowing from Chung Myung as he stood. His lips moved.

He was trying to say something, but it was hard to hear him.

He couldn’t speak. He closed his lips. When he opened them again, they cracked and bled.

Con…

His lips were purple and covered in blood. He spoke in a broken voice.

“Must I… continue?”

He tried to smile.

Guai Liang couldn’t smile back. He clenched his fist.

Then, Chung Myung’s sword moved.

Thunk.

He pulled the sword from the ground.

His hands were shaking, but he lifted the sword. He stumbled, but he held it with both hands.

Guai Liang hesitated.

Everyone knew that a swordsman who couldn’t hold his sword was finished. Everyone here knew that.

But he was still going to fight. Guai Liang knew it. This wasn’t a trick. It wasn’t just a desperate try.

If he could hold a sword, he would fight. If he was still alive, he would fight back.

Some people might not understand, but it was clear to Guai Liang.

Throb.

Guai Liang held his stomach. The place where Chung Myung had stabbed him was hurting again. The other wounds hurt too. Chung Myung’s sword had cut him many times.

But Guai Liang stepped forward. He held his sword tighter.

He would kill the Mount Hua Sword Master.

He wouldn’t let anyone else do it. It was his right. It was his reward for everything he had lost.

Mount Hua Sword Master.

Guai Liang spoke slowly.

“You… you were truly amazing.”

He wasn’t being sarcastic. He really meant it.

They were different. They wanted different things. But Guai Liang was also a swordsman. He had to respect him.

“But you are burdened by too much. Too many people you try to protect.”

What if Chung Myung was alone? What if he could run when he wanted to run, and fight when he wanted to fight?

Could the Blood Sword Unit have caught him then?

No. If Chung Myung was alone, he would have hunted them down.

They would have been scared and died.

The things he was trying to protect were killing him. He was dying for things that weren’t worth his life.

“It’s a pity. You could have been like the Sect Leader.”

Chung Myung didn’t answer.

Maybe he couldn’t. His body was burned out, like ashes after a fire.

Only his spirit was keeping him alive.

Guai Liang moved his foot and nodded. Two Blood Sword Unit members moved behind him, ready to fight.

They knew Chung Myung was too weak to move. But they had seen too much to be careless.

Whooooosh.

Guai Liang put all his energy into his sword.

“I’ll kill you without pain.”

Fwoooooosh!

Then, a sound came from behind Chung Myung. Guai Liang looked.

One of the Mount Hua’s female swordsman was running towards them. She looked desperate.

But Guai Liang didn’t care.

He knew that even a small change could ruin everything.

“Strike!”

Wham!

Guai Liang and the Blood Sword Unit members ran towards Chung Myung. Yoo Iseol ran as fast as she could, but the enemies were faster.

“N, no…”

She felt despair. Then, she felt hope.

She believed that Chung Myung would not be defeated.

Chung Myung swung his sword.

But it wasn’t strong. It was weak for Chung Myung. It cut through the air and hit Guai Liang’s sword.

Clang!

The Plum Blossom Sword was pushed back by Guai Liang’s sword. It bounced away.

Guai Liang’s sword went straight towards Chung Myung’s heart.

Ah…

Yoo Iseol felt numb.

She reached out her hand.

But she couldn’t reach Chung Myung. She couldn’t reach the sword. She just grabbed air.

She couldn’t do anything. She saw Chung Myung’s back, bent over. She saw Guai Liang running towards him.

Chung Myung’s left shoulder moved. His left hand reached out.

Yoo Iseol knew. That hand had the last bit of energy from the Jade Maiden Sword.

Even now, he wasn’t giving up.

Thwack!

Something hot hit Yoo Iseol’s face.

She saw red. She saw something that shouldn’t be there on Chung Myung’s back.

It was Guai Liang’s sword.

The tip of the sword was sticking out from Chung Myung’s back.

She smelled blood. She felt something sticky and warm on her skin.

Then, Yoo Iseol understood.

She screamed.

“Chung Myungaaaaaaaah!”