Return Of The Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1796

Jin Geum-ryong gripped his sword, his eyes fixed on Hye-yeon and Namgung Dowi, who had flown towards Lee Song-baek faster than he could. He bit his lip.

Normally, he would have been burning with anger and feel deeply insulted. Yet, surprisingly, Jin Geum-ryong remained calm, even surprising himself.

‘It’s meaningless.’

In the past, he couldn’t accept someone standing before him or tolerate being left behind.

But now, he accepted it. Such things were trivial. He realized there were far more valuable things in the world.

Now, he had something more important than recognition or fame, perhaps even more important than ‘Jongnam’.

“It’s just a temporary loan.”

Jin Geum-ryong spat out the words, his gaze shifting from the Lord of the Solar Palace to the densely packed enemies. He scanned every face.

“How are you feeling?”

“…My wrist is a little sore.”

“Compared to the Black Dragon King?”

“The inner strength cannot be compared.”

Hye-yeon nodded gravely.

The Black Dragon King was dominance, but the Lord of the Solar Palace was gravity. It was hard to say who was stronger, but the Lord of the Solar Palace’s martial arts were more orthodox.

“Hey, Monk, I think their power is kind of like ours?”

“Yes, Benefactor,” Hye-yeon nodded, “I was thinking the same thing.”

“Like, it’s all about really strong inner power, right?” Namgung Dowi explained. “Just like Shaolin and Namgung styles.”

Hye-yeon agreed. “Exactly. They use immense inner strength to beat their enemies, just like the Shaolin and Namgung clans, the leaders of the martial world.”

Shaolin pushed away, Namgung shattered, and the Lord of the Solar Palace burned and melted. The effects of their inner strength differed, but the core idea was similar.

That was why it was called orthodox.

Someone with overwhelming power didn’t need great skill. Skill was just a way to make up for not having enough power.

This was why Shaolin and Namgung remained strong even as the Jianghu changed.

The current situation was not good. If martial arts with the same core idea collided, the weaker side would break.

“I feel like apologizing.”

“Yes? To whom?”

“To Disciple Jo Gul.”

“…Yes?”

Namgung Dowi looked bewildered, even in the tense situation. Hye-yeon smiled awkwardly.

“When Disciple Jo Gul was saying bad things about me, I thought he was just whining.”

“Ah… Are you talking about the ‘complete swindle’ thing?”

“Yes. But seeing that Benefactor in front of me… I don’t think it was much of an exaggeration.”

Namgung Dowi chuckled.

“If Disciple Jo Gul heard that, he would be happy to say, ‘See, I told you so.'”

He raised his sword.

“If possible, please tell him directly with that mouth.”

“After knocking down that Benefactor?”

“Exactly.”

Hye-yeon slowly lowered his hands, ready to fight. Even if the enemy was stronger, he wouldn’t back down.

The Lord of the Solar Palace laughed hollowly.

He didn’t consider the young one from Jongnam his opponent. He didn’t think sweeping away the weak people would take long. Since he had stepped forward, someone worthy of him should appear.

Even though the main group of good martial artists, the Orthodox Faction, was weakened, their leaders and older members from the Nine Great Sects were still alive.

He wanted to surprise the real leaders who were hiding. His plan was to quickly defeat these older, important people when they finally appeared, and then take control of the whole battle.

But the master who came out was just weak.

“Coming to the Central Plains wasn’t so bad. There are so many guys who make people angry everywhere.”

“Hmm.”

“Ah….”

The two in front of the Lord of the Solar Palace reacted strangely to his cold words. They looked awkward, like they had a lot to say….

“What should I say about this….”

“Haha! Can you explain it, Venerable Monk?”

Hye-yeon looked troubled, and Namgung Dowi laughed loudly. The Lord of the Solar Palace was embarrassed by their unexpected reaction.

Namgung Dowi shook his head.

“If you get this angry… you should consider yourself lucky. If you met that person, you would have vomited blood and fallen into demonic possession.”

“There is a high possibility of that. Amitabha.”

Namgung Dowi chuckled.

“No, no… Would his head be cut off before he fell into demonic possession?”

“That is also possible. No, maybe that’s more likely.”

The Lord of the Solar Palace’s expression disappeared.

It was said that when you get too angry, your emotions disappear, and that seemed true. Instead, his anger turned into action.

Whirr!

With a sound like thousands of bees flying, the Lord of the Solar Palace’s energy shot towards the two. A wave of heat, like opening a furnace door, blasted through the air. The ground seemed to shimmer in the intense heat, and the smell of burning filled their noses as the Lord of the Solar Palace unleashed his power.

But Namgung Dowi and Hye-yeon stepped forward instead of back.

“Venerable Monk!”

“Yes!”

Two people were enough. They couldn’t do it alone, but together they could.

Whoosh.

Hye-yeon’s monk robe fluttered. He put his fist on his waist and took a half-stance with his left hand.

“Amitabha.”

He slowly stretched his fist forward, chanting a low Buddhist prayer.

Arhat Divine Fist.

Among Shaolin’s many ultimate techniques, it was the only fist technique, along with Hundred Step Divine Fist, that was called Divine Fist.

Its power could stop the flying sun.

And.

“Haaaah!”

Almost at the same time, Namgung Dowi’s giant white sword aura exploded.

The intense imperial swordsmanship, like carrying a mountain on the sword, collided with the Lord of the Solar Palace’s energy.

They had no doubt that their power would block that person’s strength.

But then, they widened their eyes.

Whoosh!

Even though Namgung’s sword energy hit directly, the energy still pushed through. It wouldn’t be safe forever, but what if the mass of power collapsed while keeping that strength?

Kaaaaaah!

Soon, a giant storm of energy, like a raging river breaking its banks, crashed towards Hye-yeon and Namgung Dowi.

Kaaaaah!

It was a flood of energy. An energy that seemed impossible for humans to withstand swept over them for a long time.

And when the energy stopped.

“……”

Hye-yeon and Namgung Dowi looked ahead, bewildered.

They had to take the damage because they had put all their strength into one fist and one sword without thinking about what would happen after. It was a situation where the fight could be won or lost in one blow. If things had gone as they should have, it would have been a tragedy.

But now, a swordsman had stopped that tragedy.

“Not two….”

Lee Song-baek.

The sword wall he made with a single iron sword protected Hye-yeon and Namgung Dowi. The Jongnam swordsman, who had silently protected them, shouted without looking back.

“It’s three of us!”

Hye-yeon and Namgung Dowi looked at each other and nodded. They moved and stood side by side to Lee Song-baek’s left and right.

“It’s terrible energy. It doesn’t seem good to fight from far away.”

“I agree, Benefactor.”

Even Hye-yeon and Namgung Dowi, who had overwhelming inner strength, thought it was too dangerous to face the Lord of the Solar Palace’s energy head-on.

Namgung Dowi shook his head, looking dumbfounded.

“Then we have to get close to that human.”

“Amitabha. Even one mistake will melt your internal organs.”

“Are you not confident, Venerable Monk?”

Hye-yeon’s round eyes narrowed slightly, looking displeased.

“It seems that Benefactor Namgung needs to be a little more humble.”

“I’ve learned humility to the point of disgust. Thanks to whom.”

“…That’s true. But you should learn a little more.”

They felt like people who had been hurt and stopped from growing stronger.

But so, where are they now?

“I’m going, Venerable Monk.”

“Benefactor Song-baek, don’t fall behind.”

“I will follow you, ready to die.”

The fight would decide the result.

Whoosh!

The three jumped off the ground at the same time. They turned into streaks of lightning and rushed towards the Lord of the Solar Palace.

“You bastards!”

The Lord of the Solar Palace cursed and spread his hands, unleashing terrifying heat.

“I’ll turn you into ashes, you rat-like bastards!”

Extreme anger turned into heat and spread everywhere.

Tang Gunak looked away from the Lord of the Solar Palace. He had to do his best.

‘Namgung Dowi, Hye-yeon, Lee Song-baek.’

Each of them was famous. In the future… No, from now on, they would lead the Jianghu.

But even they seemed weak against the Lord of the Solar Palace. Even adding the three names together wasn’t enough.

But Tang Gunak couldn’t help them.

‘I have to find him.’

In this situation, someone as dangerous as the Lord of the Solar Palace, or even more dangerous, was still hidden.

Thousand-Faced Hermit, Dam Yeo-hae. He could cause problems anytime, anywhere.

Perhaps Dam Yeo-hae was more dangerous to the Heavenly Union than Jang Il-so and Ho Ga-myeong. Tang Gunak had to stop him, so he couldn’t look away.

‘Where is he?’

The head of the Dang Clan needed two things: eyes and hands.

But to be a ‘great’ head of the family, he needed one more thing: a sense.

You couldn’t find the Thousand-Faced Hermit with your eyes. If you couldn’t find the enemy, your hands were useless.

That’s why Tang Gunak chased the enemy with only his senses. He had to find him here.

‘He’s definitely here. Not far away.’

He must….

Tang Gunak stopped, sharpening his senses.

Something chilling touched his nerves. He could feel it because he had focused all his senses to find the Thousand-Faced Hermit.

A secretive, overbearing, and eerie energy.

Tang Gunak twisted his body. At the same time, a sword passed in front of his face.

“Aaaargh!”

A scream came from far away. But the sound of flesh tearing was at least four. Three were split in half without screaming.

Tang Gunak gritted his teeth, his forehead wet with sweat.

‘What is this sword energy?’

He was the Poison King. No one could compare to him in poison and hidden weapons. Could someone deceive his eyes and ears and attack him with a heavy sword?

A man approached Tang Gunak.

Tang Gunak knew he was facing the strongest enemy of his life.

Sharp eyes and tight lips. Short beards grew on his strong jaw, making him look ferocious. He looked like a man with a strong temper.

He was like a knife, made of steel.

“Poison King, Tang Gunak.”

“…Who are you?”

“Red Tiger.”

“Red Tiger?”

He had never heard the name, but it didn’t matter.

“It’s the Lord’s order.”

Red Tiger slowly put his sword back in its holder, but in a way that was unusual.

“You will die here today.”