Return of the Mount Hua Sect

Although the pain was pulsing through the wounds all over his body, he didn’t seem to feel it at this moment.

“…What on earth.”

Mount Hua’s disciples are unilaterally pushing Evil Sects.

They fire a flash of sword energy and push the enemy with perfect coordination. Mount Hua’s signature technique, the Plum Blossom Sword Energy, was blooming beautiful and splendid flowers everywhere.

“Oh my goodness….”

Hong Dae-gwang could not help but be astonished as he watched the Evil Sects falling helplessly, spilling blood.

He was clearly prepared to die and held on, pinning all his hopes on Mount Hua. But usually, aren’t such expectations hard to meet in reality?

And in fact, what he really expected was for Mount Hua to arrive in time and join hands with them to deal with them on equal terms. He never imagined that Mount Hua would drive Evil Sects unilaterally like this.

For Buntaju Hong Dae-gwang, who knew every detail of who the Evil Sects were and what kind of people they were, it was absurd to even harbor such expectations.

But right now and right here, something he couldn’t even have hoped for was happening right before his eyes.

‘What the hell have you been up to for the last three years, you lunatics…….’

Their once youthful faces had now changed into those of seasoned swordsmen.

Pareureureu!

They push the opponent away with their fearsome and swift sword (??(快劍)), and skilled soft sword (??(柔劍)) techniques to parry counterattacks. And when the distance seems to widen just a little, Mount Hua Sect’s unique illusion swords (??(幻劍)) bloom brilliantly.

“This is Mount Hua…….”

Mount Hua that once pushed out even Wudang and took over the position of the greatest sword sect in the world is now roaring at the world here.

Squeeze.

Hong Dae-gwang clenched his fists tightly. A heat rose on his face and something hot seemed to gush forth in his chest.

He could not hold back his overwhelming heart and shouted loudly.

“Good job! Smash them all! Those damned bastards!”

“…….”

Color faded from Gal Cheonrip’s face at the unexpected situation.

“Daehyung!”

“…….”

“Daehyung! Shouldn’t we do something?”

“…….”

“Daehyung!”

Gal Cheonrip flinched for a moment and looked to the side. Damhae was looking at him with an anxious face. Not only that, but the other younger brothers who had surrounded and guarded Gal Cheonrip since the arrival of Mount Hua Sect also seemed anxious.

“If you leave it like this, everyone will fall apart!”

Gal Cheonrip bit his lips.

‘Dammit.’

He glanced at the battlefield situation once again with bloodshot eyes. Those brats… No, Mount Hua’s swordmasters, who could no longer be called brats, were one-sidedly slaughtering the elites he had brought.

Evil Sects, overwhelmed by the momentum and unable to maintain their position, were pushed further and further back, retreating to his side.

It was an incomprehensible sight.

‘How could this be happening….?’

The situation should have been the opposite.

No matter how much they are disciples of a prestigious righteous sect, the people here are not one who should be down by such a reputation. Rather, those youngsters who had likely never truly experienced a battlefield should have been weighed down by the horror of seeing human heads flying and arms severed right in front of them.

Isn’t it a battlefield where you can’t show even half of your skills if you can’t bear that weight?

However….

“Hiiiik!”

“Ba- Back off! Those damn petals are flying in again.”

“Aaaaakh!”

If anything, it was Evil Sects that couldn’t fully showcase its skills.

No matter how much they think about it, this doesn’t make sense.

Those who have gained fame and skills through countless battles fought in Kangho for decades are being so cruelly pushed out by young people who have not even lived half their lives.

Moreover, those devil-like volcanic bastards do not let their guard down at all even while looking at the scene, and are constantly emitting sinister sword energy.

‘Is this what they call a prestigious sect?’

No. No way.

If this were possible for all Righteous Sects, there would never have been such a tight division between Righteous and Evil Sects. This is not the power of Righteous Sects, but the power of Mount Hua entirely.

‘I lost too much momentum from the start. Those damn guys!’

The biggest blow was that at the moment of the first collision, several people had their heads cut off without even being able to exert their hands properly.

A hand that goes beyond boldness to the point of cruelty.

Although it is a temporary alliance, those who saw their colleague being treated so cruelly right in front of them are bound to be scared…

Caught in his anxious thoughts, Gal Cheonrip suddenly widened his eyes.

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

“This…!”

He bit his lip hard to suppress his anger.

“Daehyung!”

Another anxious voice rang out.

Gal Cheonrip regained his composure. Now is not the time for analysis. Once they have lost momentum greatly, it will be really out of control unless he manages to fix it.

He shouted loudly, mustering his internal strength.

“Iron Ghost! Blood Dao Murderer! Revolving Spear Ghost! Soul-Severing Blood Hand! How long are you going to just stand there!”

There is only one way to regain momentum once it has been lost. It is to press down with stronger force. The momentum of the battlefield always changes depending on the performance of a few martial masters.

“You guys join us! Before things get out of hand, let those brats know how high the sky is!”

“Yes! Daehyung!”

Gangseo Seven Murderer, who was guarding his surroundings, quickly rushed forward.

“Damn it…”

Gal Cheonrip’s palms were wet with damp sweat.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. All that was needed was to sweep Xi’an and shake off the wealth of Eunha Merchant Guild and head to Qinghai.

But why did things get so complicated?

‘No! It’s not over yet!’

But it hasn’t changed much yet. All he has to do is sort out those damned bastards and everything will go according to his plan.

‘I must!’

Grinding his teeth, Gal Cheonrip could clearly see the figures rushing forward.

Paaaaaat!

The tip of the sword dug into the shoulder like a lightning bolt.

“Aargh!”

In an instant, a terrible scream came from the mouth of the person whose shoulder was pierced. At that moment, Mount Hua’s swordsman twisted and pulled out the sword that had pierced his shoulder, and without a moment of hesitation, stabbed the sword again and drove it into his opponent’s Dantian.

“Kkeuk….”

Despair filled the eyes of the man clutching his lower abdomen. If his Dantian breaks, he can never live as a martial artist again. For someone who had lived his whole life as a martial artist, this was a punishment worse than death.

Plop.

The man who had fallen to his knees soon collapsed forward.

Jin Tae, the third-class disciple of Mount Hua who had overpowered his opponent, dug his foot into the fallen man’s chest.

Kung!

After kicking the fallen man and pushing him back, Jin Tae quickly caught his breath.

The smell of blood rushed into his nostrils. The heat poured from the bodies of those fighting for their lives, the screams that seemed to boil, and even the sound of weapons clashing against each other. He felt it all intensely.

But his eyes only became more and more composed.

Swaeaeaek!

At that moment, a dao filled with bright blue energy flew fiercely toward his head. Jin Tae glanced around for a moment after confirming the incoming energy.

‘No one.’

This is all he has to deal with. His back was covered by his Sahyung.

Having quickly assessed the situation, Jin Tae instead lunged forward. Dao is essentially a weapon that crushes opponents with its power.

However,

Kaang!

The edge of Jin Tae’s plum blossom sword struck right near the handle of the dao, causing it to flick upwards. The moment the dao bounced upward, a look of surprise appeared on the opponent’s face.

Sloppy.

There’s no reason to confront an opponent trying to overpower you with force. If you fight against an area where the force is not properly applied, even a thin sword can be enough to remove that dao.

As soon as the dao lost its strength, a series of devastating thrusts were unleashed, which most clearly utilized the strength of the weapon called the sword.

‘This is nothing!’

Battlefield where blood splashes and flesh splits?

It wasn’t even funny.

The training they went through was a hundred times more fierce than this, and a hundred times more cruel than this.

Killing intent?

Such killing intent felt like an itch to someone who had directly experienced that damned bastard’s killing intent. Even these guys don’t emanate enough hostility to kill the opponent.

So is there any reason to be afraid?

He’s a survivor who lived through confronting that damned man. To him, their momentum is so gentle that it makes him yawn, and their attacks are too straightforward.

Jin Tae calmly aimed for his opponent’s tendons to subdue him.

But at that moment.

Paaaaat!

A sharp sword flew into his face.

“Eut!”

Jin Tae’s waist bent sharply backward.

‘When?’

He made sure there were no other enemies around. His Sahyung would not have lost sight of their opponents, but where on earth did this sword come from?

The sword that passed right in front of his face spun around in the air and then fell again toward his neck like a poisonous snake chasing its prey.

A desperate situation.

However, Jin Tae did not panic and lifted his sword as his posture was disturbed. The tremendous impact of the sword colliding caused his shoulders to twitch.

“Keuk!”

Even after letting out half of his internal strength, the impact was hard to endure. So he had no choice but to know. The level of this opponent was different from those he had fought before. Jin Tae quickly rotated his body and tried to get out of his opponent’s range.

However,

Swaeaeaeaek!

The sword that had once caught its momentum did not let him go easily. He pursued him persistently and tried to prevent him from correcting his stance.

“This…!”

Jin Tae clenched his teeth.

Sensing that he could be in real danger if he tried to run away clumsily, he adjusted his sword and prepared to expose his side.

Then.

Kaang!

Something flashed before his eyes, and the sword pursuing him was knocked back. Jin Tae checked the face of the person standing in front of him. At that moment, a sense of relief spread across his face.

“I’ll take care of this guy, Sahyung.”

At those words, Jin Tae nodded without hesitation.

What matters in Mount Hua is not the generation, but the ability. It was only natural for a stronger person to face a stronger opponent.

And the person standing before him now, though they were of a later generation, was undoubtedly stronger.

“Hmm.”

The Evil Sect man that briefly flicked his sword as if his wrist was getting sore looked at the sword warrior of Mount Hua in front of him with tense eyes.

Blade-like momentum and undisturbed stable posture.

It could truly be said to be the embodiment of a sword warrior.

“Out of respect for using the same weapon, let me give you my name. I am Hwang Seong (??(黃聲)), Gu Yu Sword Warrior. What’s yours?”

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

“…….”

At that moment, a bright blue light emanated from Gu Yu Sword Warrior’s eyes.

“This damn wretch…”

The swordsman of Mount Hua slowly raised their sword and aimed it at his neck. Gu Yu Sword Warrior gritted his teeth at the cool, sharp force.

“A fellow who uses a sword?”

A voice as cold as the North Sea wind leaked out.

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

“…….”

“Know this clearly before you die. This is the sword of Mount Hua.”

Endowed with the energy of Mount Hua at the edge of their sword, the dignified swordmaster of Mount Hua.

Tang Soso, who had become stronger over the past three years, flashed her blade-like gaze and rushed toward Gu Yu Sword Warrior.