Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 503

Yeo Sahon’s eyes widened as he watched Chung Myung. Golden energy lifted Chung Myung, who then landed lightly on the fortress walls.

‘What is that fellow?’ he wondered.

He thought about it. Some of them had the fighting skill to do that.

But it was not easy. The wall was icy and looked weak. Arrows fell like rain. To climb it, and to decide so quickly, took great skill.

‘How can someone so young be so used to fighting?’

He was so decisive. It was like fighting was as natural to him as breathing. He must have fought many battles.

“Elder!”

“Ah.”

Yeo Sahon snapped back to attention.

The arrows had stopped for a moment while Chung Myung climbed the wall. If they didn’t hurry and climb now, they would start falling again.

“Climb! Climb now!”

“Yes!”

Yeo Sahon reached out and grabbed the icy wall, gritting his teeth.

‘If it weren’t for them, the damage would have been huge.’

Yeo Sahon realized again that fighting with the Mount Hua disciples was very lucky.

“Immediately! Kill him now! Now!”

If one person was lucky, another was unlucky. That’s how the world worked.

The Northern Sea warriors climbing the wall were lucky. But the Ice Palace warriors defending the walls were facing terrible misfortune.

Their misfortune was a man named Chung Myung.

Crack!

The sword was as fast as lightning. It blocked a blade and then quickly stabbed a throat.

“Gheuh…”

The warrior coughed blood and fell, making a horrible sound.

“Dieee!”

The Ice Palace warriors charged at Chung Myung, their eyes red.

One.

Flash!

A single, clean stab of the sword.

Fwaaaash!

Then, many sword moves came quickly.

The warriors saw dozens of sword attacks flying at them. Their eyes widened.

‘I must block them…’

Crack! Crackle!

But they couldn’t block all the attacks. They were too fast. They swung their swords, but they couldn’t block everything. The attacks cut and stabbed them.

“Keeuh…”

The lucky ones died quickly.

Those who were not hit in a deadly spot twisted in pain and fell.

Flash!

Chung Myung’s sword killed them without mercy.

He knew they would die anyway. To let them suffer longer was cruel. Killing them quickly was kinder.

In a moment, about ten people were dead.

Blood flowed from the bodies and stained the white walls red. It looked like red flowers on snow.

But no one thought it was beautiful.

Swoosh!

Chung Myung walked with a cold face. He held his sword in one hand, like it took no effort. A young Ice Palace warrior trembled.

‘…A madman.’

He was the leader of the Ice Arrow Squad. He had been through many hard times. But even he was scared by Chung Myung’s cold face.

A killing sword.

It was meant to kill, not to control. It was a sword that killed quickly and well. It was a war sword, only seen in battle.

“Aren’t you coming?”

Chung Myung’s face was cold as he spoke to those in front of him.

“Then I’ll go.”

Tap!

He pushed off the ground and shot forward like an arrow.

“Ugh!”

“You bastard!”

The Ice Palace warriors swung their swords at Chung Myung. About ten swords, filled with blue energy, aimed for him.

At that moment.

Fwaaaaaash!

A very fast sword appeared. It was too fast to see. The swords aimed at Chung Myung hit the light and were pushed away.

That wasn’t all. The light quickly stabbed the chests of those who lost their weapons and were scared.

Thud! Thud!

Those who were stabbed in the heart fell. They were shocked until the end.

Plop. Plop.

The faces of the Ice Palace warriors turned white as they watched their friends die without even screaming.

“Charge, you fools! Are you even members of the Ice Palace! We have more people! Surround him and kill him!”

That was easier said than done.

They had to use numbers, which meant people would die. Who wanted to die to kill one person?

But Chung Myung didn’t care if they charged or not.

Flash!

The sword came quickly, making many afterimages. They were scared and swung their swords, moving back.

One.

Snikt!

“Aaaaargh!”

They felt a burning pain in their ankles. They looked down and saw their feet were cut off and bleeding.

Snikt. Snikt!

The sword then cut their thighs. It only cut a little, but their thighs were split open, showing the white bone.

They screamed and crawled back, seeing the blood.

A cold feeling, colder than the Northern Sea air, filled the fortress walls.

Chung Myung had only been on the walls for a few moments, but he was already in control.

“Huu… Huuuh…”

Those who were scared tried to get away from Chung Myung.

But they didn’t know what it meant to give Chung Myung space.

Shiver.

The tip of Chung Myung’s sword started to shake.

Shiver.

The shaking started small, but it grew bigger. Then, red energy came from the tip of the sword.

Everyone was shocked.

Flowers were blooming on the snowy field beyond the walls.

Red plum blossoms bloomed in the white world, like they had waited through the winter.

‘This is…’

A sword that made flowers bloom.

They forgot their fear and stared at the amazing sight, their mouths open.

“Ah…”

The flowers scattered in the wind. It was a huge wave of petals that seemed to fill everything.

Wasn’t it strange?

How could flowers bloom from such a cold sword?

But the flowers that bloomed from the Hancheol sword were beautiful.

One.

The petals were not just beautiful.

Snikt.

Snikt. Snikt.

The petals cut the bodies of the Ice Palace warriors.

Each time the petals touched them, flesh was cut and blood flowed.

“Aaaaargh!”

“Th-This!”

“Dodge! Now! Each one is a sword!”

They tried to run, but it was too late. They were surrounded by red petals.

The petals moved like they were alive and attacked the warriors.

Snikt!

The petals tore through flesh.

Thud!

The petals went through their bodies.

The petals were no longer beautiful. They were deceiving and destroying.

The petals swirled like butterflies and were no longer pretty.

“Aaaaaaargh!”

“Aaargh! Aargh!”

Blood spread everywhere, along with screams.

The Plum Blossom Sword Technique was different from what Chung Myung had shown before.

The Plum Blossom Sword Technique of Mount Hua was famous. Some said it was more dangerous than even evil sword styles, just in terms of fighting skill. Now, it was showing its true power on the battlefield.

Plop.

Plop.

“Keeueugh…”

Only bodies and blood remained after the petals disappeared.

“Keeuh…”

One warrior was still alive, kneeling and gasping for air. He was covered in blood from many small cuts.

Splash.

Chung Myung walked through the blood and cut his neck.

Plop.

Chung Myung looked at the body and then looked ahead.

Someone swallowed hard.

Chung Myung raised his sword again to make the plum blossoms bloom.

“Euraaaah!”

Jo Gul jumped up from below the walls.

“Chung Myung! We’re here!”

“That bastard, that one!”

Baek Cheon, Yoon Jong, Yiseol, and Tang Soso jumped up after him.

Chung Myung’s face twisted when he saw them.

“Seriously, can’t that damn baldy even climb this one thing!”

“Ah, Amitabha!”

A sad Buddhist prayer came from below the walls. Chung Myung shouted, looking very unhappy.

“Amitabha my foot! If Amitabha sees you, he’ll slap you for being useless!”

“…Amitabha.”

The Mount Hua disciples landed next to Chung Myung. Their faces were serious when they saw the scene, but then they relaxed.

“Hey, what did you do so fiercely again!”

“It’s understandable, having to handle this much alone.”

“That’s right! Now it’s our turn!”

Baek Cheon shouted without waiting for Chung Myung to speak.

“Go! Show them the swords of Mount Hua!”

“Yes, Sasuk!”

“Euryaaaaa!”

Baek Cheon, Yoon Jong, and Jo Gul charged at the warriors without looking back.

The Ice Palace warriors were surprised by the sudden arrival and stepped back. But the three men swung their swords fiercely.

Wham!

“Get out of the way! You’ll get hurt! You bastards!”

“Try not to get too excited, you idiot!”

Jo Gul started to rampage, and the enemies quickly retreated.

“Let’s go.”

“Yes!”

Yiseol and Tang Soso followed closely behind. The Ice Palace warriors retreated even further.

And.

“Kkeueung! Amitabha… Ugh, damn fortress walls!”

Hae Yeon finally climbed onto the walls. He rushed forward and shouted loudly.

“Do not fault this monk for lacking compassion!”

“…”

No one even looked at Chung Myung. They all ran off.

Chung Myung watched quietly and chuckled.

“Anyway.”

He smiled and shook the blood off his sword. Then he looked ahead.

“What to do, Ice Palace. My kids are a bit wild.”

He shouted and ran after them.

“Kill them all!”

“Ooooooh!”

The Mount Hua disciples swept through like a storm, scattering the Ice Palace warriors.

Above the fortress walls of the Northern Sea Ice Palace, the cold wind blew.

The plum blossoms of Mount Hua began to bloom.