Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1557

“It’s here!” someone cried out, voice shaking.

*Swoosh!*

A huge black ship sailed fast towards the shore. The sun glinted off its dark paint, making it look like a monster rising from the river.

It was frightening to look at.

“The Black Dragon Ship…” a man groaned, clutching his chest.

The sails were wide open, showing a black dragon symbol. On the Jang River, everyone knew only one ship used that symbol, and only one person dared to use it.

The ship, a symbol of fear itself, rushed to the shore, not slowing down at all.

“What now?”

“Run? Are you crazy?”

People ran to the riverbank and shouted loudly.

“If that’s the Black Dragon Ship, we have to run! That means the Black Dragon King is on board!”

“Damn it! How do we know who’s on the ship? And if it isn’t the Black Dragon King, who will take the blame?”

“Don’t be ridiculous!”

People became angry and shouted, but everyone knew they shouldn’t waste time arguing.

“First, send a message to Kaifeng right away! Tell them the Black Dragon Ship is coming north! No, the Nine Factions! Don’t just send it to Kaifeng, send a message to Hubei too! They’re closest, so be ready for anything!”

“Yes! W-what about us?”

“Damn it, just find somewhere to hide!”

After shouting in frustration, the White-Faced Beggar, known for his quick thinking, felt his mind go blank with fear as he stared at the Black Dragon Ship with trembling eyes.

‘It can’t be…’

Hadn’t the Black Dragon King gone into hiding after losing his arm to the Mount Hua Sword Saint?

Even the Beggars’ Union hadn’t heard anything, and there were rumors that the Tyrant had killed him.

For the Black Dragon King to show up now…

‘It can’t be.’

The White-Faced Beggar bit his lip.

Even if the Black Dragon King was alive, he shouldn’t be targeting the north alone, away from his main force. No one had even thought about that.

Crash!

The Black Dragon Ship hit the shore and slammed into the Jang River’s sandbar with a loud crash.

Crack! Crunch!

The sound of the thick hull breaking was clear. It was like they didn’t care about destroying the Black Dragon Ship.

And then…

Boom!

The Black Dragon Ship stopped, with more than half of it on the shore.

The White-Faced Beggar swallowed hard, his mouth dry.

‘It can’t be…’

“You rat bastard!”

Kraaaah!

Something black shot out like a beam of light from the ship, with a huge sonic boom.

‘What?’

Crack!

“Kraaah!”

A scream came from the White-Faced Beggar.

He tilted his head back, in pain, then looked down, trembling. He saw something sticking out of his chest.

A long pole with a black dragon carved into it. It was a long glaive that had flown from far away and stabbed him.

The cold steel of the glaive pierced through him, a shocking coldness before the burning pain.

The White-Faced Beggar knew he was going to die.

“Wh-what…”

Blood poured from his mouth.

The shore was a hundred yards away. How could he have been seen, and the glaive thrown so accurately?

He didn’t wonder for long, not because of pain or despair.

Thud.

A figure appeared in front of the White-Faced Beggar.

“You rat bastard!”

The man, with his long black hair flying and a wild look, glared at the White-Faced Beggar as if to burn him.

Crack.

Jeok Sekwang grabbed the White-Faced Beggar’s face and growled like a beast.

“How dare you look down on me? You saw me coming and still dared to snoop around?”

“Bl-Black Dragon…”

The White-Faced Beggar tried to speak, but—

Crack!

The Black Dragon King crushed the White-Faced Beggar’s head in his left hand, and then let it go.

“Hmph!”

Jeok Sekwang pulled out the glaive from the White-Faced Beggar’s chest and turned around, eyes blazing.

“What are you all doing! Get off the ship!”

“Yes!”

Then, people in blue uniforms, the Waterway Bandits, poured out of the Black Dragon Ship like ants. The air filled with the smell of salt and damp wood as the bandits poured off the ship.

Crack.

The Black Dragon King gripped the glaive tightly and looked around.

“Where is he? Where is he!”

He was about to explode when someone whispered to him.

“Black Dragon King, don’t forget the Sect Leader’s order.”

“This…!”

The Black Dragon King’s crazy look turned to him, but only for a moment.

“I know.”

The Black Dragon King nodded. Then he slammed his foot on the ground.

“Find them! Kill every member of the Heavenly Union north of the river! Kill them all!”

“Yes!”

Woooo!

A large fleet came out of the Jang River, with the sound of trumpets.

The Eighteen Waterway Bandits of the Jang River.

The rulers of the Jang River and part of the Four Evil Sects. Their main force, which had stained Plum Blossom Island with blood, had come to the lands north of the river.

Crack.

Blue veins showed on the Black Dragon King’s left hand, which was holding the glaive.

His left hand throbbed, a phantom pain echoing from where his right arm used to be. It felt like fire, a constant reminder of his defeat.

As long as this pain didn’t go away, he could never escape that day.

The Black Dragon King knew only one way to escape this pain.

‘Mount Hua. And… that rat bastard.’

The one who cut off his arm.

The ones who made the Waterway Bandits and the Black Dragon King kneel to the Myriad Man Manor.

He would not be able to die in peace without destroying them all.

“Black Dragon King! The Black Dragon Unit is ready.”

“Go!”

The Black Dragon King roared like a wounded animal.

“Go and kill! Kill all those hateful bastards!”

“Yes!”

The bandits rushed out.

The Black Dragon King glared at them with bloodshot eyes and took a step forward.

The wind from the river blew his wild hair and empty sleeve.

He would kill them, no matter what.

Even if it meant he could never sail the Jang River again.

Boom!

As if the sound of the Black Dragon King’s foot was a signal, white messenger pigeons flew into the sky from all over the Jang River.

Crack!

“Ugh!”

The hairy Jang Han’s jaw was crushed, and he fell.

“Tsk.”

Chung Myung clicked his tongue, dusting off his hands.

“It’s like they’re ants, they just keep coming!”

If they were ants, he could destroy the nest, but these guys’ nest was in Jiangnan.

“Ugh. I can’t just kill them all.”

Chung Myung stretched out his foot and kicked the fallen men.

Then, he crushed their arms and legs.

“Krrr…”

Even though they were unconscious, the men shook as if they felt the pain. Chung Myung stared at them coldly, then turned away.

Chirp!

A bird song cut through the air. He looked up and saw a white pigeon circling.

“Come here!”

Chung Myung stretched out his arm, but the bird kept circling.

“Ugh, you stupid thing!”

Tap!

Chung Myung jumped and grabbed the pigeon, then landed.

Tap.

The pigeon landed on his wrist and pecked at his arm.

Chung Myung sighed and took out a bird feeder, putting it on his arm. The pigeon quickly ate.

Chung Myung watched, then clicked his tongue.

“Birds just aren’t cute.”

If it was that white thing, it would be arguing, but this one just eats. It’s boring.

“Ugh. Well, I’m not missing it.”

This is all because of that white thing.

He treated it so well, so why does it act up? Who did it take after to have such a bad temper? The Beast Palace Lord?

Chung Myung clicked his tongue and opened the message, reading it quickly.

“Hmm.”

Good news.

Most of the disciples are in the cities, and the Demonic Sect is being taken care of. There are some problems with the refugees, but they can be dealt with.

“The branch offices are almost ready… Soso must be working hard.”

Tang Soso is the busiest. She has a task that’s too much for her, so she must be stressed.

But Chung Myung smiled as he thought of Tang Soso.

Tang Soso will do well. She’s better than her father.

Chung Myung looked at the paper and stopped. ‘Baek Cheon’ and ‘Yoon Jong’ caught his eye.

He quickly finished reading the rest. Then, he took out a brush and wrote a message on the back. It was a few requests.

He folded the message and put it back in the tube.

“Alright, go now!”

Chung Myung flicked his arm, and the pigeon flew into the sky.

He watched it fly west, then looked down with a hard look.

‘Not yet…’

Jang Ilso hadn’t moved.

The problem wasn’t that Jang Ilso hadn’t moved, but that everyone knew he would.

It was like fighting with a poisoned knife at your back.

It will be alright.

He was ready to respond as soon as that knife moved. If you can’t predict the enemy, prepare for everything.

Yes, then…

Chung Myung stopped.

‘Wait a minute…’

Respond? Because I can’t predict it?

Chung Myung’s face twisted.

Can’t I predict it? Can’t I know what that bastard is doing?

I can’t know. I shouldn’t know. Because he’s not Jang Ilso.

The madman. No one knows what’s in the head of that crazy bastard who only does what he wants.

But…

What if he was Jang Ilso…?

The very moment Chung Myung was about to turn south—

Tweet!

A high-pitched cry sounded.

A golden streak flew through the sky.

“That’s…!”

Chung Myung stretched out his arm.

The golden bird flew to Chung Myung’s arm like lightning.

Tap!

The golden bird stopped, grabbing Chung Myung’s arm. It was well-trained. Chung Myung opened the message tube.

Crack.

Chung Myung bit his lip.

“This…”

Why didn’t it come sooner…

Chung Myung crushed the message tube and kicked off the ground. Chung Myung turned into a black streak on the yellow earth.

Like a blood-red line drawn across someone’s white face.