Return Of The Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 879

Hong Daekwang’s eyes widened.

Pain throbbed from the numerous wounds all over his body, but he seemed not even to feel it at this moment.

“What in the world is this?”

The Mount Hua disciples were winning easily against the heretics.

They unleashed sword strikes like flashes of lightning, cornering their enemies with perfect coordination. The Plum Blossom Sword Formation, Mount Hua’s famous move, was working perfectly everywhere.

“Good heavens…”

Hong Daekwang watched, amazed. Heretics were falling everywhere, blood splashing as they dropped. He couldn’t believe his eyes.

He had been ready to die. He had put all his hope in Mount Hua, but he knew hope often led to disappointment.

He had expected them to arrive just in time to fight *with* them, to face the heretics together, maybe evenly matched. Never, not in his wildest dreams, had he thought Mount Hua would be so strong, so completely crushing the enemy all by themselves.

Hong Daekwang was a branch leader. He knew the heretics very well, their identities and everything about them. He thought it was impossible to hope for such a victory.

But now, here, right before his very eyes, something was happening that he hadn’t even dared to hope for.

‘What in the world have you crazy bastards been doing for the past three years…?’

The faces of those who still bore traces of youth had now transformed into the faces of seasoned swordsmen.

Whirr!

They fought back the heretics with very fast swords. They blocked attacks easily with smooth moves. When they saw a chance, Mount Hua’s special ‘Illusionary Sword’ move flashed like bright light.

“This is Mount Hua…”

Mount Hua, which had once pushed back even the Wudang and seized the title of the greatest sword sect in the world, was now roaring towards the world from this very place.

Clench.

Hong Daekwang clenched his fist tightly. Heat rose to his face, and he felt something hot surging from within his chest.

Unable to contain his overwhelming emotions, he shouted loudly.

“Well done! Crush them all! Those damned bastards!”

“……”

Gal Cheon-rip’s face lost its color at the unexpected turn of events.

“Captain!”

“……”

“Captain! Shouldn’t we do something?”

“……”

“Captain!”

Gal Cheon-rip flinched slightly and turned to the side. Dam-hae was looking at him with a pale face. Not only that, but the other brothers who had been surrounding and protecting Gal Cheon-rip since the arrival of Mount Hua also looked visibly anxious.

“If we leave it like this, everyone will collapse!”

Gal Cheon-rip bit his lip tightly.

‘Damn it.’

With bloodshot eyes, he scanned the battlefield once more. Those youngsters… No, the swordsmen of Mount Hua, whom he could no longer call youngsters, were unilaterally slaughtering the elite troops he had brought.

The heretics, overwhelmed by the momentum and unable to hold their ground, were gradually being pushed back, retreating towards him.

It was an incomprehensible sight.

‘How could this be happening…?’

The situation should have been the opposite.

Even though Mount Hua was a famous and respected group, these heretics were not easily scared by just a name. He thought these young Mount Hua fighters, who had never really been in a big battle, should be overwhelmed by the horror of the fight. They should be scared by seeing people die and get hurt badly.

Wasn’t it the case that if they couldn’t withstand that weight, they wouldn’t be able to unleash even half of their true skills on the battlefield?

But…

“Eek!”

“Re, retreat! That damn flower petal is flying again.”

“Aaaargh!”

It was the heretics who were pale and unable to unleash their true skills.

No matter how he thought about it, it didn’t make sense.

That those who had gained fame and skill through countless battles in the Jianghu for decades were being so miserably pushed back by youngsters who hadn’t even lived half their lives.

Also, these Mount Hua fighters, those *bad guys* from Mount Hua, were still very focused even while watching the fight. They kept showing a strange, powerful energy from their swords.

‘Is this what it means to be a prestigious sect?’

No. That couldn’t be it.

If all the orthodox sects were capable of this, there would have never been a time when the orthodox and the unorthodox were evenly matched. This wasn’t the power of a prestigious orthodox sect, but solely the power of Mount Hua.

‘We lost too much momentum at the beginning. Those damned bastards!’

The worst thing was that some heretics were killed instantly, their heads cut off before they could even fight back.

They were not just brave, they were also very cruel and efficient.

Even though it was a temporary alliance, those who saw their comrades being brutally killed right in front of them were bound to be frightened…

Gal Cheon-rip, who had been anxiously thinking, suddenly widened his eyes.

‘Isn’t this what we were trying to do?’

“This…!”

He bit his lip tightly to suppress his anger.

“Captain!”

Another anxious voice was heard.

Gal Cheon-rip calmed down. He knew he couldn’t think too much right now. If they lost this fight, things would get completely out of control.

He focused all his power and shouted loudly.

“Iron Demon! Blood Slaughter! Rotary Spear Demon! Soul Severing Blood Hand! How long are you going to keep watching!”

There was only one way to revive the broken momentum. To crush them with even greater force. The momentum of the battlefield always shifted depending on the performance of a few high-level experts.

“You guys join in too! Before it becomes even more uncontrollable, let those youngsters know how high the sky is!”

“Yes! Captain!”

The Seven Killers of Gangseo, who had been guarding him, quickly rushed forward.

“Damn it…”

Sweat soaked Gal Cheon-rip’s palms.

Things shouldn’t have turned out this way. His plan was simple: finish things in Seo-an quickly, steal money from the Silver River Merchant Guild, and then go to Qinghai.

Why had things become so twisted?

‘No! Not yet!’

But things hadn’t gone too wrong yet. Once he dealt with those damned bastards, everything would return to his plan.

‘Definitely!’

Gal Cheon-rip, gritting his teeth, clearly saw the figures of those who were leaping forward.

Wham!

The tip of the sword pierced into his shoulder like a flash of lightning.

“Aaargh!”

A terrible scream erupted from the mouth of the man whose shoulder had been pierced in an instant. At that moment, the swordsman of Mount Hua, who had twisted and pulled out the sword that had pierced his shoulder, stabbed the sword into the opponent’s *dantian*, the source of his inner power, without the slightest hesitation.

“Kuh…”

Despair filled the eyes of the man who was holding his stomach. His *dantian*, the source of his inner power, was destroyed. He would never be able to fight again. For someone who had lived his life as a fighter, this was worse than dying.

Plop.

The man who had been kneeling soon collapsed forward.

Jin Tae, one of the three great disciples of Mount Hua, kicked the opponent’s chest.

Thud!

He kicked the fallen man away and quickly caught his breath.

The stench of blood rushed into his nostrils. The heat pouring out from the bodies of those who were struggling to survive, the boiling screams, and the crashing sounds of weapons colliding. Everything was vividly felt throughout his body.

But his eyes only grew calmer and calmer.

Whoosh!

At that moment, a blue aura-filled blade flew fiercely towards his head. Jin Tae, who had confirmed the blade energy rushing towards his head, briefly looked around.

‘There’s no one else.’

This was all he had to deal with. His senior brothers were supporting him from behind.

Having clearly assessed the situation, he instead leaped forward.

Clang!

The tip of the Plum Blossom Sword wielded by Jin Tae struck near the handle of the blade, causing the blade to flip upwards. The opponent’s face was filled with astonishment the moment the blade flipped upwards.

Careless.

There was no reason to simply accept being suppressed by force. If he attacked the part of the blade that wasn’t strong, he could easily push it aside, even with his thin sword.

As soon as the blade lost its power, a series of terrifying thrusts were unleashed, making the most of the strengths of the sword as a weapon.

‘This isn’t enough!’

A battlefield where blood splattered and flesh was torn?

It was ridiculous.

The training they had undergone was a hundred times more intense and a hundred times more brutal than this.

Did they think they were scary? Their anger was nothing compared to the *real* fear he had felt before, facing that terrible person.

They didn’t even feel the animosity of wanting to kill their opponent at all costs from these guys.

So why should he be afraid?

He was a survivor who had survived against that terrible person. To him, their momentum was as gentle as a yawn, and their attacks were too straightforward.

Jin Tae calmly aimed to cut the man’s leg muscles to stop him from fighting.

But at that moment.

Wham!

A sword filled with ominous energy suddenly flew towards his face.

“Ugh!”

Jin Tae’s back bent sharply backwards.

‘When?’

He had clearly confirmed that there were no other enemies nearby. His senior brothers wouldn’t have missed their opponents, so where did this sword come from?

The sword that had grazed right in front of his face spun in the air and then fell towards his neck like a viper chasing its prey.

A desperate situation.

But Jin Tae didn’t panic and deflected the sword upwards in his awkward posture. The tremendous impact transmitted as the swords collided caused his shoulder to convulse.

“Kugh!”

It wasn’t easy to withstand the impact even after deflecting half of the force. So he couldn’t help but know. That this person was on a different level from those he had faced so far. Jin Tae quickly rotated his body to escape the opponent’s range.

However.

Whoosh!

Once it had gained momentum, the opponent’s sword never let him go easily. It relentlessly chased after him, aiming to prevent him from regaining his posture.

“This…!”

Jin Tae gritted his teeth.

He felt he was in danger if he just ran. So, he decided to turn slightly to the side and held his sword tighter, ready to fight back.

At that moment.

Clang!

Something flashed before his eyes, and the sword that had been chasing him was knocked back. Jin Tae identified the person who had landed in front of him. A sense of relief washed over his face.

“I’ll take care of this one, Senior Brother.”

At those words, Jin Tae nodded without a word.

In Mount Hua, what mattered was skill, not who was assigned to fight whom. It was normal for the best fighters to take on the strongest enemies.

“Hmm.”

The heretic, who seemed to be flexing his sword as if his wrist was tingling, looked at the swordsman of Mount Hua in front of him with slightly tense eyes.

A sword-like aura and an unwavering, stable posture.

He was clearly a very skilled swordsman.

“As someone who uses the same sword, shouldn’t we at least introduce ourselves? I am Gu Yugeomgyeok, Hwang Seong. What is your name?”

“I have no name to give to the likes of you.”

“……”

At that moment, a blue light burst from Gu Yugeomgyeok’s eyes.

“You damned bitch…”

The swordsman of Mount Hua slowly raised her sword and aimed it at his neck. Gu Yugeomgyeok gritted his teeth at the cold and sharp aura.

“Someone who uses the same sword?”

A voice as cold as the wind of the Northern Sea leaked out.

“That’s an insult to my sword. There’s no way the sword you use is the same as the sword I use.”

“……”