Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1747

Crack!

A cold, white light flashed as it pierced the neck of a Blood Sect disciple who couldn’t dodge in time.

It was the Plum Blossom Sword.

This sword was special to Chung Myung, the Mount Hua Sword Saint. It had taken many lives from the Unorthodox Faction, who thought of it as an evil sword. Now, it killed another person.

“Ugh……”

The man’s body shook weakly, even with the sword through his neck. It was a horrible sight, but Chung Myung’s eyes showed no emotion.

“One.”

Whoosh!

As the sword came out of the neck, blood shot out like an arrow.

It was like a signal. The Blood Sect disciples turned and ran. They didn’t need orders. If they had any sense, they knew what to do.

“Retreat! Retreat!”

Crack!

A harsh sound broke the air as the Plum Blossom Sword found its mark, cutting through the spine of a fleeing Blood Sect disciple.

“Cough!”

A quiet groan escaped, as if his throat was being squeezed tight.

Another cold sound followed quickly, and then there were no more groans.

Everyone running ahead knew what had happened: his neck had been cut after his spine. They didn’t need to look back to know.

‘Why!’

That was the only thought in the mind of the Blood Sect disciple running as fast as he could at the front.

‘Why is the Plum Blossom Sword Demon here!’

This was the lower part of Mount Wudang, far from the Wudang Sect at the peak. It wasn’t likely that someone like the Mount Hua Sword Saint would suddenly show up. Why was this monster here?

Swoosh!

“Aaaaaaargh!”

“Two.”

His confused mind went blank.

The sound of the sword cutting through another body was faintly heard, again and again. He had swung his sword from behind and cut off both legs at once.

But the cold sound didn’t stop there. The sound of the sharp sword piercing the back of the fallen man’s neck was clear.

‘Sa, save me…….’

Now, there was no confusion. Only the instinct to live filled his mind.

His whole body was covered in sweat.

He didn’t know if it was from fear or from running harder than he ever had before.

But even as he ran, his body grew colder.

Swoosh!

“Three.”

Crack!

“Four.”

The emotionless voice got closer.

The sound of the sword cutting through flesh, the desperate cries, the calm counting. It was all terrifying. Even those who were used to horror couldn’t help but shake.

“Aaaaaaargh!”

“Seven.”

When the Blood Sect disciple heard the number seven, his hair stood on end.

‘How many were there?’

The ones who came here…….

Crack!

He didn’t need to know the answer.

“……Cough.”

The white sword, covered in blood, went through his lower stomach.

“……Cough, cough.”

His insides must have been torn apart, because a bitter taste of blood came up from deep inside.

“Ugh…….”

He touched the place where the sword had come out of his stomach.

So much injury, so much pain…….

“Aaaaaaaaaaargh!”

He screamed terribly. The sword, through his back and into his body, twisted at a strange angle, messing up his insides.

He could handle the pain of the flesh, but he couldn’t handle the terrible energy from the sword, hurting him deeply inside.

“Ugh……. Ugh…….”

He groaned as he fell. But Chung Myung’s eyes were still cold.

“Shut your trap.”

“Ugh…….”

Crack!

Chung Myung’s foot slammed into the Blood Sect disciple’s open mouth. His teeth broke, and his tongue was crushed.

Dark red blood came out from the small space between his foot and mouth. The Blood Sect disciple’s eyes rolled back from the pain, showing only the red parts.

“Even this death is too good for you.”

“……Ugh, cough…….”

“Go to hell.”

Swoosh!

The Plum Blossom Sword went through the Blood Sect disciple’s neck. The body shook once, like it had been struck by lightning, and then it died.

Swish.

Chung Myung pulled out his sword and shook off the blood like it was dirt. Then, he spun the sword and put it away.

“…….”

Jegal Gwanoe watched all of this, stunned.

‘That’s…….’

Mount Hua Sword Saint, Chung Myung.

No one could doubt how great he was. But seeing it himself, Chung Myung was even stronger than Jegal Gwanoe thought.

‘Almost ten Blood Palace disciples in just a few breaths…….’

Of course, they weren’t really fighting Chung Myung. They were just scared and ran away, only to be stabbed in the back.

But…… wasn’t that even more amazing?

The Blood Palace was one of the Five Outer Palaces. Jegal Gwanoe knew how skilled these disciples were. He had trouble fighting even one of them. For some reason, his sword didn’t work against them.

But how strong do you have to be to make these people run away in fear?

Their strange weapons and tough bodies, which seemed to use some kind of magic, were useless. The strange powers that had pushed Jegal Gwanoe into a corner were nothing against Chung Myung’s skill.

“Any injured?”

“……Ah.”

Jegal Gwanoe looked up. Chung Myung was already close, looking down at him with no expression.

“In, injured are…….”

Jegal Gwanoe’s voice was weak as he stood up.

He saw his people, hurt badly by the Blood Palace disciples’ weapons. He couldn’t hope that they were still alive with such injuries.

“I don’t…… think there are any.”

Throb.

The side of his body that was hurt in the strange attack was very painful, but Jegal Gwanoe didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to show he was hurt.

“Quickly clean up and provide support.”

“Yes?”

“This isn’t the end. We’ll help elsewhere.”

“But, the support is from above…….”

“They’re not easy opponents. If they are not careful, more people will get hurt or die.”

It was hard to understand, but Jegal Gwanoe nodded. Chung Myung turned away, like he was done talking, but then stopped and spoke again.

“And just in case…… don’t go near those guys’ bodies.”

“Yes?”

“I warned you. I’m going first.”

Whoosh.

The image of Chung Myung seemed to vanish, as if he had been extinguished.

Only then did Zhuge Gwan-oe exhale. At the same time, a terrible pain shot through his side, and he collapsed to the ground.

“B-Brother! Are you alright?”

“…I’m fine.”

Those who finally saw how hurt he was rushed over, alarmed.

“But, Brother! Y-Your side….”

Everyone turned pale at the sight of the wound. It was huge and deep, a red gash that looked like it might spill his insides onto the ground.

“We’ll get a healer right away!”

“Just stitch it up roughly and wrap it with bandages.”

“Brother! The wound is so serious….”

“Just wrap it with bandages, I said!”

Zhuge Gwan-oe shouted, baring his teeth. The one who had been fussing flinched and backed away.

‘Damn it.’

Zhuge Gwan-oe gritted his teeth. Someone spoke in a daze, as if he couldn’t believe what had happened.

“Wait… did we really lose?”

“It’s just… they are way stronger than us.”

“No, that’s not it… I’m saying, even though I stabbed them with my sword, they were fine.”

Zhuge Gwan-oe sighed. The difference in skill was huge. It was hard to even understand what was happening.

“How many died?”

“…Five.”

Groans of pain leaked out from everywhere.

“Suddenly, the Blood Sect… Damn it, if it weren’t for this useless search!”

A sharp blue light, like ice, flashed in Zhuge Gwan-oe’s eyes, making everyone around him feel cold.

“Is this the time to be talking about that?”

“……”

“Scatter and check the areas that need help first! If you find anything, blow the horn.”

“Yes!”

The Zhuge Clan warriors who weren’t hurt scattered. Zhuge Gwan-oe bit his lip.

‘But they didn’t even touch the bodies… what does that mean?’

“B-Brother! Over there!”

Zhuge Gwan-oe flinched and looked up.

“…What?”

“Just now, something moved….”

Zhuge Gwan-oe frowned.

“What are you talking about?”

“Did I see wrong…?”

The clan member tilted his head, confused. Zhuge Gwan-oe spoke, annoyed.

“If you have time to waste, wrap the bandages.”

“This…!”

Thud!

Yoon Jong swung his sword, hitting the Blood Sect disciple in the face. It was a strong hit that would have broken the bones of a normal person.

But the Blood Sect disciple only stumbled for a moment before reaching out again.

Slice!

Before the arm could reach him, Yoon Jong swung his sword again, cutting into the Blood Sect disciple’s neck. The tough neck was cut halfway through, and sticky blood flowed down.

Plop.

Even with his neck half-severed, the body took a few steps before falling.

Yoon Jong’s eyes darkened as he looked at the bodies on the ground. Each one was a failure, a weight on his heart.

Yoon Jong felt his methods were cruel. He thought so himself, but it was hard to fight them any other way.

‘The means are just means.’

Cruel or kind, it ends a person’s life. Once you’ve killed, talking about the means is just a way to feel better about it.

“Y-Yoon Jong, disciple! Are you alright?”

Even though he was from a different sect – a group of martial artists – he seemed to know his name. The one who came closer said,

“Be careful… They use strange tricks.”

Yoon Jong already felt it. He nodded.

Even though he had run as fast as he could, the damage was bad. Seeing the bodies on the ground made him feel even worse.

“How dare they….”

Yoon Jong’s sleeve slowly swelled, filling with the power of his inner energy, ready to be unleashed.

There weren’t many enemies. That meant they were attacking from different places.

‘Geol-i and the others went somewhere else, but… we can’t protect everywhere.’

If he didn’t clear this place quickly and help the others, the damage would get much worse.

Yoon Jong knew it well.

If this attack caused too much damage, he would be blamed. He wanted to stop that from happening.

Yoon Jong’s sword glowed with power, what they called sword energy – a force from within.

He quickly closed the distance. Yoon Jong moved like water, his sword flashing twelve times towards the enemy’s chest.

Slice! Slice! Slice!

In an instant, dozens of streaks of blood appeared on the Blood Sect disciple’s chest.

Yoon Jong had a bad feeling and quickly bent down. The Blood Sect disciple’s hand passed just above his head. The wind felt like it would tear his hair.

‘…Even after being hurt this much?’

He had felt his sword energy cut through the enemy’s heart. Even if it wasn’t deep, it was still the heart.

But he was still able to attack? And so strongly?

“Kuh!”

Yoon Jong raised his sword with all his strength.

Shhh!

The sword cut through the Blood Sect disciple’s body again, leaving a long line from his left thigh to his right shoulder.

At that moment, the Blood Sect disciple’s twisted left hand struck down at Yoon Jong.

Crack crack crack!

The strange blade scraped the floor where Yoon Jong had been standing. It left a long mark on the ground, as if a giant beast had attacked.

“……”

Sweat dripped down Yoon Jong’s forehead as he stepped back.

‘What is it?’

He had definitely cut him. But how?

‘Is it an illusion? Or….’

Then, Yoon Jong saw something unbelievable.

“Huh?”

The Blood Sect disciple’s gash had healed. It had been wide open, as if his insides would spill out, but now there wasn’t even a mark.

‘It healed that fast?’

That can’t be. There’s no way. That doesn’t make sense….

Wriggle.

Yoon Jong instinctively stepped back.

From the healed wound, dozens of strands like long strings were sticking out and wriggling.

‘Earthworms?’

No, that’s….

“Y-Yoon Jong, disciple! Behind you!”

“Yes?”

Yoon Jong turned his head. His face went pale.

The one whose neck he had cut was standing up, twisting his body strangely and horribly.

“What… is… happening….”

The same things were wriggling from the neck of the one rising to his feet. The enemy, staggering like a puppet with blank eyes, gave a strange, bright smile.

A deep terror settled on Yoon Jong’s face.