Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1591

Jin-pyung, the leader of the South Sea Solar Palace, watched the battlefield. People called him the Solar Exalted. His eyes seemed to burn as he looked ahead.

The Nine Sects and the Four Seas Alliance were fighting each other, like two snakes twisted together in a deadly battle. It was a perfect chance for someone to take advantage.

‘Jang Il-so, leader of the Four Seas Alliance.’

The Solar Palace Lord’s face became serious.

When he arrived and checked what was going on, he felt something surprising: respect. He didn’t think he would ever feel that way about anyone.

He didn’t know everything that had happened to create this situation. But he also led a group and controlled a region.

He knew better than anyone how hard it was to make something so impressive happen.

This meant that the person he had to work with from now on was very dangerous.

But what was happening now was more important.

“Go forward! Let those ignorant fools from the Central Plains know how great the Solar Palace is!”

“Yes!”

The Solar Palace warriors charged. The ground beneath their feet seemed to steam because of the special energy from the Solar Palace that made the ground hot.

“Ooh!”

“Kill them all!”

They let out their energy everywhere, like a wave crashing across the battlefield.

As the Solar Palace Lord watched, a man came up to him quickly and bowed. He wasn’t a Solar Palace warrior, but one of the men that Dam Yeo-hae, the Thousand-Faced Scholar, had sent.

“My Lord, a message… no, a request from the strategist. He wants half of the rear guard to be sent to surround the enemy.”

“He sent a message?”

The Solar Palace Lord’s eyes narrowed.

“Yes, using water signals.”

The Solar Palace Lord looked. He saw a large, green flag waving and a tilted red flag next to it.

“…They’re playing a funny game. For men who aren’t even soldiers.”

He sounded like he was making fun, but he was serious.

“Surround them. Don’t let anyone escape.”

“Understood!”

The Solar Palace warriors heard his orders and started moving quickly.

The Solar Palace Lord watched them move, then slowly started walking forward.

“It seems I won’t be treated well just for being here.”

People might praise him, but they would think he was just someone who showed up after all the work was done. He needed to earn some respect.

“Where should I start…”

He looked around quickly. He saw a man with sharp features, trying to hide his panic.

“Perfect.”

The Solar Palace Lord’s eyes shone as he found his target.

“Family Head!”

The Peng Clan members felt their blood run cold.

Peng Yeop’s face, which was usually calm, showed fear. His hand holding his sword shook.

‘I’ve made a mistake.’

No matter how desperate he was, he shouldn’t have done some things. He wanted to defeat Jang Il-so so badly that he didn’t think clearly.

‘Retreat…’

Just as he thought that, the Gòngdòng Sect ran away in all directions.

Peng Yeop was shocked. Was that the worst thing they could do at the worst time?

‘Those fools…!’

Peng Yeop bit his lip. Maybe it was a good thing. Because the Gòngdòng Sect was doing something foolish, the attention would be on them.

“Gather the clansmen! We’re getting out of here.”

“Family Head, it won’t be easy! The formation is…”

“Are you saying we should leave our people behind!”

Peng Yeop shouted.

Many people stared at him with guilt and anger.

You brought the Peng Clan here and put them in this situation!

Those stares brought back a memory for Peng Yeop. A different kind of stare. Someone who never blamed him, even when they were betrayed by someone they trusted.

If his brother were here, what would he say?

Peng Yeop laughed for a moment, even though it was the wrong time to laugh. He didn’t need to think. He already knew the answer.

“Even if I die, that can’t happen. All the elders, come forward and gather the disciples. Save as many as possible and escape from here! You are Peng Clan too. Don’t ruin the name of the Hebei Peng Clan!”

“……”

No one answered. But Peng Yeop didn’t change his mind.

“Hurry!”

Those who saw his determined face nodded.

“Yes!”

Peng Yeop held his sword tightly.

He couldn’t change what had already happened. But he had to fix the problem. That was his job as the Family Head.

Just then…

“The Family Head of the Hebei Peng Clan, huh?”

Peng Yeop turned his head.

He saw a large man in showy gold clothes. He looked silly because he was too flashy, but he also seemed serious.

“…Who are you?”

Peng Yeop asked carefully.

“At least you’re good enough to be worth my time.”

Peng Yeop was angry at the rude comment.

But he couldn’t do anything he wanted because he knew who this man was.

“…The Solar Palace Lord?”

“’Lord’ is the proper way to address me. But I suppose manners are too much to expect from you *Jianghu* types.”

“……”

“Come here, you savage. I want your head.”

The Peng Clan members guarding Peng Yeop got angry and shouted.

“How dare you!”

“How dare an outsider say that!”

But Peng Yeop raised his hand to stop them.

“Family Head!”

“Go.”

“But…”

“Go and gather the children! You must escape from here!”

“……”

“Go!”

“Yes!”

Those guarding him became determined and ran past Peng Yeop.

Solar Palace Lord Jin-pyung watched and smiled.

“Not bad. He can lead a group. There was a reason why the Peng Clan was famous even in the palace.”

“…Ha.”

Peng Yeop chuckled.

He had wanted to hear those words his whole life. But no one had ever said them to him. And now he was hearing them from his enemy.

“Thank you. But the Peng Clan’s sword is even more dangerous.”

“I hope so. Then I’ll have something to brag about.”

Goooong.

The Solar Palace Lord’s hand seemed to fill with his special power. His hand started glowing yellow. Then, it turned red. Finally, it became almost pure white light.

The heat coming from it made Peng Yeop’s face burn, even from far away.

The terrifying Heat Yang Qi Emission.

Unlike the Ice Skill of the Northern Sea, which wasn’t used well, the Heat Yang Qi Emission of the South Sea Solar Palace was done perfectly.

“Solar Divine Palm…”

“You know it well.”

The Solar Palace Lord’s eyes glowed.

“Be honored. You will be the first person from the Central Plains to die by my Solar Divine Palm.”

At the same time, a lot of heat poured out towards Peng Yeop. It was so hot that it felt like his hair would burn. Peng Yeop held his sword as tightly as he could.

He felt like he would lose his mind. But he couldn’t.

Pyeongyeop bit his teeth hard. *His children’s faces flashed in his mind.* He had to hold on. He needed time to protect his people, to find any way to escape this nightmare.

‘I am… the head of the Pyeong family!’

His sword moved fast and strong, cutting through the attack like a storm.

“Kraaah!”

“Let go! Let go! Let go, you blasted fools!”

The screams of pain echoed miserably, reaching Beobjeong even in the relative quiet of where he was held. *The air was thick with the smell of sweat and blood. Smoke from distant fires stung his eyes.*

Like hungry wolves, they attacked the Nine Factions disciples. Enemies came from everywhere, and the disciples were trapped and didn’t know what to do. They just struggled.

It was as if the ease with which the Demonic Path warriors had been brushed aside until now had been nothing but a lie.

Had this been their aim from the start?

No. The cause… one thing. That enormous flag, radiating its presence even in the darkness.

That flag had transformed the enemies into something different from what they had been moments ago.

Not just a vague order to block and endure, but a command with a clear purpose. That alone could change a person.

People who are trained very well will follow orders even when they are dying.

“Kraaah!”

Again, a miserable scream pierced Beobjeong’s ears.

‘Hogamyeong….’

From the beginning, they shouldn’t have been regarded as ordinary Demonic Path rabble. Even though he knew it perfectly well….

He did prepare for this. But his plans were now useless.

‘Head of the Pyeong family, Sect Leader Jongli….’

Moreover, those who should have been carrying out his orders to manage this situation were all tied up.

Jonglihyeong, captured by the Lord of Haomun, was already showing clear signs of defeat, and Pyeongyeop, facing someone who appeared to be the Lord of the Southern Sea Sun Palace, didn’t seem to be faring much better.

Even Beobgye, who was like his own limbs, was struggling against the energy unleashed by Jang Il-so’s subordinates.

The flag gives clear orders to everyone. But a person’s voice can only reach people close by. How weak is a voice compared to that flag!

And now, Beobjeong was in a position where he couldn’t even use that insignificant voice.

His head was tied, and his body was being torn apart.

Even though the disciples were fighting bravely amidst these difficulties, reducing the number of enemies, the limits were clear. The entire situation was already out of control.

If things continued this way, all that awaited them was defeat.

“Do you like it?”

Jang Il-so’s gentle voice brushed past his ear.

He couldn’t even tell if it was mixed with mockery anymore. Every word from that man carried poison.

“…Amitabha.”

Beobjeong, who had been staring at the battlefield, turned his head to face Jang Il-so.

He was trapped, in a deadly situation. But Beobjeong’s eyes were calm. *Inside, his mind raced, planning, calculating.* He had to look calm. It was part of his plan. His deep training helped him hide his fear.

“Is this the one move you prepared, Benefactor?”

Jang Il-so’s eyes gleamed with interest.

Jang Il-so tilted his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “Hmm,” he said, his voice soft, almost thoughtful. “This is… more interesting than I expected. Have you truly given up already, Master Beobjeong? I thought you’d put up more of a fight.”

Beobjeong spoke in a calm, subdued voice.

“Benefactor, I will admit that the Evil Union is more formidable than I thought.”

The next words came out after a slight pause.

“However, I, too, did not take this war lightly.”

“…Hmm?”

“I know that you are unmatched in war. It is only natural that you would have a hidden move.”

“……”

The corners of Jang Il-so’s lips slowly turned down. His face, which had not lost its smile even amidst the mess, gradually hardened.

“Amitabha.”

Beobjeong quietly made a gesture of respect.

“I am not so foolish as to jump into a death trap without knowing that. I didn’t know that your hidden move was the Sun Palace, but I had already guessed that you would definitely have one hidden move.”

“…And so?”

As Jang Il-so asked quietly, Beobjeong glared resolutely and replied.

Beobjeong looked directly at Jang Il-so, his voice quiet but firm. “Benefactor Jang,” he said, “if this… *this chaos* is your grand plan, then know this. Today, you will fall. And the Evil Union… it will be erased from history.”

There was no conviction or intimidation in Beobjeong’s words. He was merely stating a fact that had already been decided.

Jang Il-so couldn’t help but ask.