Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 815

Dismay flickered in Namgung Hwang’s eyes.

An overwhelming wave of dark energy poured down on him, a sight that seemed to stain his entire vision with ink.

“Kuh!”

Namgung Hwang drew his sword with the speed of lightning, leaping toward the onrushing wave of dark energy.

“I am Namgung Hwang!”

With a mighty roar, Namgung Hwang’s sword cut the dark energy in front of him in one strike. A white sword-light, like the sun, sliced through the darkness.

“Haaaah!”

Whish!

Namgung Hwang, surrounded by white sword energy, flew through the darkness. The sight made the watchers excited.

However.

“You!”

The Black Dragon King swung his glaive again, and even more dark energy burst out.

Whish!

“Haaaah!”

Namgung Hwang roared again, cutting through the dark energy.

The Black Dragon King’s dark energy showed why people called him the God of the Yangtze River. But Namgung Hwang’s skill also showed why the Namgung Clan was known as the greatest.

Unfortunately, this fight wasn’t just about who was stronger. That fact would decide what happened to both of them.

Kaaaaah!

The Black Dragon King’s dark energy, cut in two by Namgung Hwang’s sword, still crashed down on those below.

“Dodge!”

“Aaaargh!”

The disciples of Shaolin and Wudang saw the dark energy falling and turned pale. They ran in all directions.

But they were on a cliff. An attack that would have been easy to avoid on flat ground was now much more dangerous.

“Aaaaargh!”

“Aaaaargh!”

Those who couldn’t escape were hit by the dark energy, spitting blood as they fell.

“Jin-hwe!!”

“Hyemyung! Hyemungaaaah!”

Shaolin and Wudang were famous groups, known as the best. But even they struggled against the dark energy of the Black Dragon King, leader of the Shinju Ohpae group. People fell from the cliff, spitting blood as they plummeted.

The Black Dragon King did with one strike what the pouring oil and arrows couldn’t.

“You!”

Bloodshot veins appeared in Namgung Hwang’s eyes.

“Black Dragon Kingaaaaaah!”

“Kahahahahahahat!”

The Black Dragon King laughed loudly.

“Look at your face, Emperor’s Sword? Priceless!”

Namgung Hwang clung to the cliff and bit his lip until it bled. Not only Shaolin and Wudang, but even the Namgung Clan below were hurt by the Black Dragon King’s dark energy.

Seeing the people below groaning, his stomach burned as if he had swallowed hot coals.

But Namgung Hwang couldn’t let his anger out so easily.

The Demonic Path.

The Yangtze River Eighteen Water Forts.

The Yangtze River Water Forts he had fought before weren’t very strong. The bandits weren’t as good as the Namgung Swordsmen. The leaders of the water forts were no match for the elders of the Namgung Clan, or even the captains of the sword squads.

So, he had looked down on them.

But the Black Dragon King’s dark energy quickly destroyed Namgung Hwang’s arrogance.

‘Black Dragon King.’

The king of the Yangtze, who ruled the water forts.

He was different. He was completely different from the other bandits.

Namgung Hwang’s sword could split mountains and rivers. But he couldn’t completely cut through the Black Dragon King’s dark energy.

‘How?’

How could someone like that come from these crude people?

In the Orthodox Sects, they trained everyone carefully. But in the Demonic Path, only the strongest survived by crushing everyone else. He now understood what that meant.

“Namgung Clan Leader!”

Heo Do-jin shouted loudly and flew past Namgung Hwang. Namgung Hwang was surprised, but quickly regained his senses and gritted his teeth.

‘Was I even afraid?’

When he saw Heo Do-jin pass him, his blood rushed.

“Heo Doooooooo!”

Namgung Hwang roared again and jumped off the cliff.

Beopgye quickly followed beside him.

Heo Do-jin, Namgung Hwang, and Beopgye were the best warriors from the Nine Great Sects and the Five Great Families. They jumped off the cliff to defeat the top masters of the Demonic Path.

“Euhahahahahahat! You little brats!”

The Black Dragon King’s eyes burned.

“If you want a fight, I’ll give you one!”

The Black Dragon King jumped off the ground and down the cliff. His large body falling from the sky created a feeling of great pressure.

“How dare you!”

Heo Do-jin gritted his teeth and tried to swing his sword.

“I will be your opponent!”

A cold voice and sharp sword energy flew towards Heo Do-jin’s neck.

Clang!

Heo Do-jin’s eyes flashed as he gently blocked the sword energy with his sword.

“Mangeum Daebu!”

Mangeum Daebu had already come down from the cliff. He stood straight as if he was glued to the wall, looking at Heo Do-jin.

“The head of Wudang’s Head Disciple, Heo Do-jin, is worth risking my life for. It’s a good deal for me.”

Heo Do-jin’s eyes darkened.

Mangeum Daebu was heartless and traded everything. He walked the darkest paths.

There were many words to describe Mangeum Daebu, but Heo Do-jin only thought of one thing.

“The Supreme Sword of the Demonic Path.”

“Just a false front. Worth nothing.”

Heo Do-jin held his sword tighter.

‘Damn it.’

He glanced to the left and right.

Most of the flames were gone because of the battle and Chung Myung’s work, but some still burned near the bottom of the cliff.

But he couldn’t back down.

Mangeum Daebu’s aura told him that if he turned his back, his spine would be cut. The eerie bloodlust and energy held his ankles and wouldn’t let go.

Even though he was Wudang’s Heo Do-jin, he had to risk his life against Mangeum Daebu, the Supreme Sword of the Demonic Path.

“Heo Do of Wudang! I will take your life!”

“Good. Let’s see what you can do.”

Mangeum Daebu and Heo Do-jin ran across the cliff and fought.

Kaaaaaang!

Beopgye flew up the cliff, past the shockwaves of the Black Dragon King’s glaive and Namgung Hwang’s sword. He moved even faster than Heo Do-jin and Namgung Hwang.

‘I have to get to the top! I can’t let anyone else die!’

Beopgye gritted his teeth and flew upwards.

“Shaolin’s Yeon Daegu-pum. You live up to your name.”

Dozens of hand shadows appeared above his head.

Beopgye’s eyes widened.

It wasn’t hard to throw dozens of palm strikes at once. Even a first-generation disciple of Wudang could do that.

But it was different if the hand shadows all had different forms.

“Haat!”

Beopgye’s hands moved through the air. At the same time, dozens of palm shadows appeared from his fingertips like the hands of the Thousand-Hand Guanyin.

Kaaaaaang!

The two palm shadows crashed together.

Beopgye stumbled backwards about ten steps.

In Beopgye’s surprised eyes, he saw a man walking down the cliff with his hands behind his back.

“But I’m also good at lightness skill.”

“Cheonmyeon Soosa.”

Cheonmyeon Soosa, the leader of Hao Mun, stood in front of him.

Beopgye rubbed his hand with a stiff expression.

Shaolin’s fist is the best, and Shaolin’s palm is also the best. But his wrist hurt from the collision.

“Is that the famous Thousand-Faced Hands?”

“It’s an honor. A great honor. Shaolin’s Beopgye knows my martial art.”

Cheonmyeon Soosa chuckled.

“But Shaolin’s Guanyin Hands aren’t as good as I thought. Maybe the martial arts are weak, or maybe it’s the person.”

“Amitabha.”

Beopgye’s eyes darkened.

“You will soon find out that it is neither.”

“Hahahahat. Do monks have a competitive side too? Then come at me!”

Cheonmyeon Soosa jumped upwards, spreading his arms.

Then, Beopgye also flew upwards with a determined face, performing a half-palm strike.

Everywhere you looked, there were shadows of sleeves and palms, as the fighters clashed.

The best masters fought each other on the steep cliff.

Kaaaaaang!

Kaaaaaang!

The top of the cliff was soon filled with explosions and energy.

“That······.”

“What is that······.”

Those climbing the cliff stared at the sight.

They had heard stories about the best masters, but no one had ever seen them fighting.

The Jianghu had been peaceful for a hundred years. The Demonic and Orthodox Sects hadn’t fought each other in a long time.

The best masters represented the honor of each sect. They had too much to lose if they were defeated. That’s why they couldn’t fight each other easily.

But now it was different.

To survive and protect their sects, they had to defeat the enemy.

Rumble!

Sword energy and glaive energy crashed, and palm energy and fist light exploded.

The cliff shook as if it would fall apart because of the energy, even though there were no explosives.

“That’s the realm of the absolute.”

A hollow laugh came from Mu-jin, a first-generation disciple of Wudang.

Seeing the best fighters clashing, he felt small and unimportant.

‘Was the Head Disciple that strong?’

Pieces of energy flew from the swords and hit the cliff, leaving deep marks. He doubted he could do that even with all his strength.

Heo Do’s sword was amazing.

But Mangeum Daebu’s sword was just as good.

The same was true for the others.

The Black Dragon King and Namgung Jangcheon, and Beopgye Seonsa and Cheonmyeon Soosa, were also fighting closely.

Rumble!

The cliff shook, and pieces of it fell like a landslide.

“Stick close!”

“We’re falling!”

Mu-jin gritted his teeth and held onto the cliff.

Could he break through and go up? Not even with a thousand lives!

‘What am I supposed to do?’

Then.

“Hahat!”

A loud laugh drew Mu-jin’s attention.

Mu-jin turned his head and saw Chung Myung and the Hwasan Five Swords running down the cliff towards Jang Il-so.

“Did you clean your neck well, you bastard!”

Mu-jin was shocked.

Everyone was watching the best fighters clashing, but the Hwasan Five Swords were reacting to the situation.

They seemed to belong in that realm.

“Hwa Hwasan Shinryong!”

Chung Myung jumped off the cliff and flew upwards.

“Jang Il-sooooo!”

Chung Myung’s sword fell on Jang Il-so’s head like lightning.

“Hahat!”

Jang Il-so laughed and raised his hand to block Chung Myung’s sword.

Kaaaaaang!

The rings on his fingers crashed against Chung Myung’s sword.

Chung Myung’s face twisted.

Jang Il-so smirked.

The two men stared at each other.