Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 391

Chung Myung pushed hard against the ground with all his strength.

*Boom!* The ground cracked where he stepped.

His body shot forward like an arrow, moving very fast.

“Haa… Haa…!”

Behind him, Baek Cheon and his group, along with Hong Daegwang, gritted their teeth and followed.

Normally, Chung Myung would have matched his pace to theirs, but he had no time for that now. Even at this moment, someone in Mount Hua might be falling, spilling blood.

He bit his lip so hard it tore, and blood dripped down his face.

He had seen enough of that.

Even if it meant his own death, he couldn’t bear to see that sight again.

He couldn’t stand feeling so helpless and the terrible pain in his heart.

‘I was complacent.’

The world never flowed as Chung Myung expected.

If he had the ability to hold the world in his palm and manipulate it as he pleased, his martial siblings wouldn’t have died on that damned summit of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains.

He knew it, yet…

Grrr…

A vein popped out on his tightly clenched jaw.

“Chung Myung-ah!”

Chung Myung’s head snapped around at the sound of someone calling from behind.

‘Even if you whine, I can’t delay any longer….’

“Don’t worry about us, just run faster!”

“……”

Baek Cheon shouted, his face pale.

“Even if we die, we’ll follow you. You don’t have to match your pace to us!”

“……”

Chung Myung nodded slightly and turned his gaze forward again. He clenched his fist even tighter.

“I’m going even faster!”

“Understood!”

Chung Myung’s speed increased even further. At the same time, the group squeezed out every last bit of strength they had to closely follow behind him.

Yoo Iseol, running at her maximum speed, kept her eyes fixed on Chung Myung’s back.

She could feel it just by looking at him.

How angry he was right now. And how desperate.

But…

‘He looks like a crying child.’

Yoo Iseol, silently staring at his back, bit her lip.

‘This isn’t the time to be thinking about other things.’

Mount Hua was in danger. She didn’t even want to imagine a situation where her martial siblings or the sect leader lost their lives.

Yoo Iseol spurred on her lightness skill even more, and the other martial siblings desperately kicked off the ground.

“Hurry!”

Mount Hua, surrounded by clouds, was gradually coming closer, as if it could be grasped in their hands.

Bang!

The strong wooden gate broke apart, sending fragments flying in all directions.

Thud!

Through the hazy dust, Son Wol, who uses dual spears, stepped forward. He walked into the gates of Mount Hua and quietly scanned his surroundings.

“…What? Is this all there is?”

And he slightly distorted his face.

In the vast training ground before him, the disciples of Mount Hua were lined up. But no matter how he counted, there were only about a hundred of them.

Weren’t their numbers greater?

“They sent so many of us to catch these little shrimps? Is that old military leader getting confused?”

“Watch your mouth.”

Thud. Thud.

Behind him, Dokhyulsu slowly walked in.

“And don’t underestimate them. Unless you want to end up like the Crimson Sand Pirates.”

“Why are you bringing up that cripple?”

“Just in case.”

Dokhyulsu twisted his lips and looked at the disciples of Mount Hua.

“If that happens, you won’t be able to die peacefully either. You’ll face the Lord’s terrible anger.”

“…What a terrible thing to say.”

“It’s not wrong, though.”

Yado smiled with a friendly face and sauntered into the gates. Behind him, the Maninbang’s martial force followed.

“We can’t always be careless, but isn’t this a special situation? It seems the Lord is truly angry, so we must use all our strength even for a small job.”

The Decapitating Dual Spears glared at Yado and Dokhyulsu with a face that showed he didn’t like them.

“You talk big words.”

It was blatant hostility, but the two men who were the targets didn’t pay much attention.

“More importantly… it seems like a big shot is coming out.”

Thud.

Hyun Jong, the sect leader of Mount Hua, slowly walked and stood in front of the lined-up disciples of Mount Hua. And he opened his mouth heavily.

“You have no manners. When you attack someone’s home, you should at least apologize!”

The Decapitating Dual Spears slowly twisted his head and looked at Hyun Jong. A glistening murderous intent was directed at Hyun Jong.

“Is the old man the sect leader of Mount Hua?”

“That’s right. I am Hyun Jong.”

“Heh. So, you’re the last sect leader of Mount Hua. *An honor*.”

Hyun Jong’s eyebrows twitched slightly.

“You truly are men who have not learned manners.”

The Decapitating Dual Spears raised his fingers and scratched between his eyebrows.

“Don’t lecture me. I don’t like listening to sermons in the first place, and…”

Then he tapped the dual spears he wore on his waist.

“And I don’t want to be lectured by an old man who’s about to die.”

He showed even more clear anger, directing it right at Hyun Jong. But even while receiving that murderous intent head-on, Hyun Jong’s expression did not change in the slightest.

“Huh? You have a lot of nerve, for the leader of a dying sect.”

“Growing old means…”

“Hm?”

Hyun Jong said calmly.

“Being old means I’ve seen a lot. Small things don’t surprise me.”

“…This old man…!”

Just as the Decapitating Dual Spears was about to burst out, Yado stepped forward a couple of steps.

“Good words.”

And he smiled gently as he faced Hyun Jong.

“But those are words you should say after surviving today, right? It’s silly to talk about experience when you’re about to lose your head.”

Hyun Jong quietly stared at him.

A sharp light flickered in his slightly wrinkled eyes.

Slightly suppressed by his calm and heavy aura, Yado unconsciously gripped his sword and hardened his expression.

“By the order of Jang Ilso, the Lord of the Myriad Man Clan, we will erase Mount Hua today. Regret and regret again for daring to provoke the Myriad Man Clan, even in death.”

“The Myriad Man Clan?”

Shhhhk.

Hyun Jong’s sword was slowly drawn.

Hyun Jong, holding the sword in one hand and slowly lowering it, was as firm as an old pine tree growing on the summit of a mountain.

“Where do you think this place is?”

“……”

Hyun Jong’s voice slowly spread out.

“This is Mount Hua. The Myriad Man Clan has no power here. This is a sacred place. Our ancestors, who fought for justice, are here. Demonic Sect people like you cannot step here with your evil feet.”

Hyun Jong’s sword slowly pointed at Yado.

“Drop your weapons and leave now, and I will show you some kindness. But if you fight, don’t blame my sword for being without pity.”

Yado’s eyes narrowed.

“…I wish your skills were as good as your words.”

Anger smoldered from his twisted mouth.

“Get out of the way!”

But then, the Decapitating Dual Spears pushed Yado aside and stepped forward.

Whoosh!

With a short burst of air, the two dual spears hanging on the Decapitating Dual Spears’ waist were in his hands.

“Don’t worry, old man. I won’t kill you. You will watch as your disciples die one by one. I’ll kill you last.”

“No one will die before I do.”

“Heh!”

The Decapitating Dual Spears’ eyes gleamed with murderous intent.

“Kill them all!”

“Oooooh!”

The subordinates of the Decapitating Dual Spears, who had been waiting in the back, shouted loudly and charged towards the disciples of Mount Hua.

The shouts of ‘Un-Am! Un-Geom!’ echoed.

“Yes!” came the reply.

Un-Am and Un-Geom led their disciples to meet the rushing warriors of the Myriad Man Manor, a notorious group known for their cruelty.

“Hyeon-Sang!”

“Yes! Sect Leader!”

“Don’t let those enemies run wild!”

“Yes!”

Without delay, Hyeon-Sang drew his sword and charged forward.

At the same time, Hyeon-Jong’s eyes sank heavily.

His gaze was fixed on Yado, who glared back at him.

‘I must hold them back,’ he thought.

A battle in the Jianghu world was often decided by the strength of its masters. If those three Great Pillars were allowed to run rampant, Mount Hua would have little chance of winning.

But could he do it?

His body had grown old.

How long had it been since he had set aside his sword, using the leadership of Mount Hua as an excuse?

His heart was filled with agitation. His fingertips were cold, and his legs trembled slightly.

Yes, he was afraid.

Utterly afraid. But…

Yado sneered, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement. “Look at you, old man. You tremble like a leaf. You know you can’t beat me. Why even bother stepping into my path with those shaking legs?”

Hyeon-Jong’s face was pale, but his jaw was set firm. He met Yado’s gaze directly.

“Sometimes,” he said, his voice quiet but steady, “even when fear grips your heart, duty calls us forward.”

Yado raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise in his eyes before his sneer returned.

“Come,” Hyeon-Jong said. “Villain of the Myriad Man Manor, I shall show you what the sword of Mount Hua is capable of.”

Yado twisted his face and laughed.

“Shall we see what this magnificent sword of Mount Hua is capable of?”

His body shot towards Hyeon-Jong like a ray of light.

Whoosh!

Clang!

He barely managed to block the incoming blade with his sword, but the weight and power threatened to break the thin sword at any moment.

‘Strong,’ he thought.

The face of the third-generation disciple, Cheong-Hwa, contorted.

Having exchanged only a single move, he could feel the opponent’s strength to the bone. Had his reaction been even slightly delayed, he would have fallen, spraying blood.

He had somehow managed to block it, but that didn’t mean the situation was good.

The opponent pressed down on him with brute force. His wrist twisted, and his legs faltered.

“Heh heh. You little whelps,” Yado sneered.

Behind the point where sword and blade met, he could see the opponent’s fierce, murderous face, and he truly felt that he was fighting for his life.

His vision blurred.

Could he do it?

Could he, who was neither Cheong-Myeong nor Baek-Cheon, fight against the warriors of the Myriad Man Manor, one of the Divine Pillars of Shinzhu?

‘When are they coming?’

Cheong-Myeong? And Baek-Cheon?

Could he hold out until they arrived?

“Heh heh heh! This impertinent brat dares!”

Intense internal energy surged from the blade meeting his sword. The shock caused Cheong-Hwa’s legs to buckle.

“You’re daydreaming in front of this elder? Dieee!”

A fierce strike fell towards his head.

‘Ah…,’ Cheong-Hwa thought, foreseeing his death, his eyes widening.

He couldn’t block that…

Wham!

But then, a great explosion erupted, and the blade flying towards Cheong-Hwa’s head was knocked away at great speed.

Cheong-Hwa, not yet fully understanding the sudden change, opened his mouth blankly.

Someone grabbed his arm and pulled him up.

“Get up,” Un-Geom said.

“C-Captain!”

Un-Geom, who had approached unnoticed, helped him up and slowly stepped forward without even glancing at him.

“Do not doubt.”

“You too are swordsmen of Mount Hua who have overcome that arduous training. Do not doubt yourselves. And do not rely on others!” Un-Geom’s voice rang out.

“How long are you going to keep looking at their backs! How long are you going to wait for them to lead you! Believe in what you have done, believe in your own skills! And…” Un-Geom shook his sword and walked forward.

“We have to give those returning blokes a smashing smile, don’t we?”

There was no time to answer.

Un-Geom charged forward, cutting down the warriors of the Myriad Man Manor who rushed at him.

Fast, accurate, and weighty.

His sword, like a textbook of Mount Hua swordsmanship, ravaged the enemy.

“C-Captain!”

“Do not fall back!” Un-Geom shouted, pushing back the enemies with all his might.

“If you cannot do it alone, protect each other’s backs! If you cannot defeat them, start by enduring! That is enough!”

Strength entered Cheong-Hwa’s hand, which gripped his sword.

‘Me too!’ he thought.

He bit his lip tightly and stood firmly on both feet.

‘I am a swordsman of Mount Hua.’

Even if he couldn’t defeat the enemy, he couldn’t show an unsightly figure!

Whoosh!

Un-Geom’s sword relentlessly pierced and cut down the enemy.

In the blink of an eye, his sword dominated all directions, and those who rushed at him had no choice but to hesitate.

“Aaaagh!”

“D-Damn it! He’s fast!”

Un-Geom’s sword pierced the shoulder of a warrior from the Myriad Man Manor, spraying blood.

Slicing.

Un-Geom neatly cut through the thigh of a retreating enemy, lowered his stance, and thrust his sword in again.

In terms of swordsmanship, Un-Geom was one of the top three in Mount Hua. There were no rivals in the same generation.

Considering everything, only Hyeon-Sang, the Lord of the Martial Hall, was slightly better than him.

Un-Geom knew that fact better than anyone.

‘I have to do it,’ he thought.

Those here were inexperienced.

Leaving aside their skills, they had never experienced actual combat. Such children, swept away by the atmosphere, would not be able to unleash even half of their skills and would collapse.

So, he had to do it, no matter what.

If he, at the forefront, defeated the enemies, the children watching from behind would be emboldened and able to face the enemy.

“Stay calm! Keep your heads cool!”

It was then, just as Un-Geom had cut down the enemy in front of him and was about to shout…

Wham!

With a sound like something large rotating, a tremendous force flew towards Un-Geom.

“Ugh!”

Un-Geom flipped his body without even turning his head.

Wham!

The fabric of his shoulder was torn away, and the skin on his face split open, spraying blood.

Un-Geom, who had landed on the ground, turned his head with a tense expression.

“Well, well, Mount Hua does have someone who knows a thing or two?”

The Twin Daggers of Death.

He was shaking his head, holding short daggers in both hands, and approaching Un-Geom.

“If I kill only you, it will end easily.”

“I should be the one saying that.”

“Heh heh heh. These Taoist blokes certainly have impressive mouths.”

The Twin Daggers of Death’s eyes were bloodshot.

“I’ll shove those daggers into that gob of yours!”

The daggers, spinning fiercely in his hands, were instantly fired towards Un-Geom’s chest.