Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 966

Imagine a scene so amazing, so unbelievable, that words fail even the best speakers. It was a sight that had to be seen to be believed.

Think about the people gathered there. Each one was important enough to shake the Jianghu. There was Shaolin, the most famous martial arts group, and Maninbang, the boss of the Four Great Clans that ruled Jiangnan.

The Mount Hua Sect and the Eighteen Water Dragons of the Yangtze River were also there, ready to fight. They were all famous around the world.

How could anyone explain why these powerful people, who could be famous everywhere, were silent when a young swordsman showed up?

Mount Hua Sword Saint. That name sounds impressive. He earned that title fighting Jang Il-so and the Four Great Clans, which makes it very special.

But that’s not enough to explain it.

No matter how famous the Mount Hua Sword Saint is, he couldn’t make everyone be quiet. No one in the world could do that.

This shows us that it’s not just about fame. Something else was making everyone silent.

Chung Myung’s dark and serious eyes slowly looked over the Yangtze River. Everyone there held their breath, watching him.

Even though it was quiet, they didn’t know why they were so interested in him, paying attention to everything he did as if they were under a spell.

Chung Myung’s eyes stopped at one place.

Plum Blossom Island.

The place where the Namgung survivors were fighting hard.

“Ah….”

Namgung Myung’s body shook.

He’s there.

Just one person, but he came to help them.

Maybe nothing will change. One person can’t win this big battle.

Even if he wasn’t alone, it would be the same. No one can cross the Yangtze River to save them now.

So, it’s too much to hope that the Mount Hua Sword Saint will save them.

But.

‘…That’s enough.’

Everyone in the world had left them. They ignored them.

Maybe what made him feel so hopeless was not their situation, but the loneliness of no one helping them.

But at least one person was there. Someone who came to save them. It was like he was proving that they weren’t wrong to keep fighting.

For Namgung Myung, that was enough.

At that moment, as Namgung Myung looked at Chung Myung with tears in his eyes…

“You moronic fools!” the Black Dragon King roared, his voice like thunder from the front of his ship. Pirates around him flinched, like dogs before a snarling wolf. He glared at his own men, then his eyes, burning with fury, snapped to Chung Myung.

“Look at you, kid,” he sneered, teeth gritted. “Trying to be a hero?”

It stung the Black Dragon King. For a moment, this young brat had stolen the attention of everyone on the Yangtze River. *He*, the leader of the Eighteen Water Dragons, felt overshadowed. Humiliation twisted in his gut.

If he hadn’t been embarrassed by Jang Il-so, he might have ignored it. But since Jang Il-so had already beaten him once, he couldn’t let this happen.

“What do you think you can do?” he bellowed, rage shaking his voice.

“You’re stuck over there! Nothing you do will change anything!”

He pointed a thick finger towards Plum Blossom Island. “Going to swim across? The path is gone, you idiot!”

Chung Myung just stared back, his face like stone. His cold gaze made the Black Dragon King’s anger boil hotter. Just as he was about to scream again, Chung Myung finally spoke, his voice low but clear.

“I don’t know if that brain of yours can handle it,” Chung Myung said, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips, “but let me explain three things.”

“Explain what?” the Black Dragon King spat back, confused and even more irritated.

“First,” Chung Myung began, ignoring the interruption. “Who said I was alone?”

Step. Step.

At that moment, someone slowly walked up from below the embankment of the river where Chung Myung was standing.

He wore black martial robes with a plum blossom on the chest and a white headband. It was Baek Cheon, Mount Hua’s Righteous Sword.

With cold eyes, he walked slowly and stood next to Chung Myung.

His icy gaze made the pirates feel a sudden chill despite the river air.

It wasn’t just Baek Cheon. Yu Yiseol, the Ice Plum Blossom, came and stood by Chung Myung’s side.

Step. Step. Step.

One by one, others began to arrive. They were swordsmen with determined steps and cold eyes. There were ten, then a hundred of them.

“…….”

The sound of someone swallowing was as loud as thunder.

Mount Hua.

Now, people knew that Mount Hua was more than just a sword sect from Shaanxi. Mount Hua had come to the Yangtze River.

“S-Sect Leader….”

Namgung Myung saw him.

He saw a man among the Mount Hua disciples who had a scary aura. His white robes were red with dried blood, but he knew who it was.

Namgung Dowi.

He stood there like he was part of Mount Hua.

His clothes and face showed how much he had suffered, but his eyes were as fierce as the eyes of the Mount Hua disciples.

A hundred swordsmen stared at the pirates with cold eyes, not saying a word.

It was a scary sight. Mount Hua was showing a power that no one had ever seen before, and it was overwhelming the river pirates.

Everyone there had seen Mount Hua during the Yangtze River Catastrophe. So, they knew.

Mount Hua was scary not because they were strong, but because they never gave up. It was hard to deal with a group that never retreated, no matter what.

And Mount Hua wasn’t the only group that had arrived.

“It seems we’re not too late.”

A group wearing green robes appeared.

If you didn’t know who they were when you saw those green robes with wide sleeves, you didn’t know much about the Jianghu.

“T-The Sichuan Tang Clan!”

Tang Gun-ak, the leader of the Tang Clan, looked at the Yangtze River with a serious face, as if he was remembering those who had died there.

The Namgung swordsmen looked at Mount Hua and the Tang Clan, and at Namgung Dowi standing next to them, with tears in their eyes.

The young lord of the Namgung Family was there. Even though he was badly injured, he had led Mount Hua and the Tang Clan to save them. He looked like he could fall down and die at any moment.

That made them want to fight even more. They gritted their teeth. The young lord was badly hurt but he didn’t give up on them, so they couldn’t give up either.

“And… second.”

Chung Myung glared at the Black Dragon King. The Black Dragon King flinched.

‘What is it, those eyes….’

This was the first time he had really looked at Chung Myung. In the last war, he had only seen him fighting Jang Il-so. He had laughed at Jang Il-so for not being able to beat a young kid.

But now, when he saw Chung Myung’s eyes, he knew.

That bastard is no ordinary person.

There was no way someone with those eyes could be ordinary.

“A brat?”

Chung Myung laughed quietly. It was a twisted laugh that made fun of others, or maybe himself.

“A real brat who doesn’t even know what war is, just spouting nonsense as it comes.”

Chung Myung reached out to the side. A Mount Hua disciple handed him a sword. Chung Myung took the sword, put it on his waist, and twisted his lips.

“I’ll let you know, you little brat.”

Chung Myung smiled, showing his white teeth.

“What a real war is like.”

The Black Dragon King felt goosebumps on his back.

‘What is this?’

Why did those words, which sounded like a lie, feel so scary?

‘Damn it!’

The Black Dragon King bit his lip. He was angry that he had been scared by that force, even for a moment.

“Lastly, third.”

Chung Myung smiled like a demon.

“A path isn’t something you find, you moron. It’s something you create!”

At that moment…

The Tang Clan warriors all pulled their hands out from under their sleeves. The Black Dragon King’s eyes widened when he saw what they were holding.

‘Wooden planks?’

The Tang Clan warriors, holding wooden planks that were too big to hide in their sleeves, rushed forward.

And!

Whoosh!

The wooden planks flew through the air like throwing stars.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Everyone on the Yangtze River saw the wooden planks falling onto the water. The planks didn’t sink, but floated and made a path.

Hundreds of wooden planks were connected, making a path across the Yangtze River.

A path to Plum Blossom Island!

“Sasuk! Sago!”

Clang!

Baek Cheon and Yu Yiseol drew their swords.

“Break through the vanguard!”

“Understood!”

“Yes!”

“Namgung Dowi!”

“Yes!”

“Open the path! Open the path to Namgung with your own hands!”

Namgung Dowi answered with determination.

“Yes!”

No more explanation was needed. He knew what to do.

“Namgung Family!”

Chung Myung shouted.

The Namgung swordsmen gritted their teeth and looked at him.

“We’re going now.”

“…….”

“Hold on, even if you have to cling to their pant legs and beg!”

The Namgung Family swordsmen felt a surge of emotion.

“Yes!”

Clang!

Chung Myung drew his sword and smiled.

“Now, then….”

Everyone on the Yangtze River waited.

For his next words.

“Let’s go. To save Namgung!”

Whoosh!

As soon as he said the words, Baek Cheon and Yu Yiseol shot out like streaks of light. Mount Hua and the Tang Clan charged after them.

It was like black and green dragons were playing on the Yangtze River.

Chung Myung jumped into the air.

“Let’s go, you sons of bitches!”

The sun rose behind Chung Myung, turning his sword into a blade of pure light, chasing away the shadows on the Yangtze River.