Return of the Mount Hua Sect

With the setting sun, Baek Cheon surged forward.

Every time his feet touched the ground, his body flew over three zhang. A speed that immediately brings to mind the word ‘lightning’.

But it wasn’t anything special. Because everyone around him was also running at the same speed.

Baek Cheon glanced sideways.

Un Gum was running with an expressionless face. It doesn’t look like he faces particular difficulties. Baek Cheon, who was internally relieved, looked back this time. Everyone was keeping up without falling behind.

Five Swords has often experienced such high-speed movements, so he’s not particularly worried. The people he was worried about were none other than Namgung Dowi and Im Sobyeong.

But despite his worries, Im Sobyeong, who seemed to be ill, was running with a calm face. Moreover, Namgung Dowi also catches up well without falling behind.

‘Impressive.’

Mount Hua is a sect that places great importance on the basics. Of course, now he feels like that damned Chung Myung has been paying attention not only to the basics but also to the movement arts of the sect….

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All told, neither Im Sobyeong nor Namgung Dowi seemed to feel much discomfort from the speed of Mount Hua’s disciples that had been built from the foundation. It is a sight that gives him an idea of ??how high their internal strength is.

‘It’s not the time to worry about others.’

Baek Cheon’s breathing grew slightly heavier.

It’s not like he has a hard time with just this level of lightness art. Under normal circumstances, he could have maintained a speed one and a half times faster without changing his expression.

Nevertheless, there was only one reason why Baek Cheon felt burdened right now.

The martial artists dressed in red robes surrounded them.

Contrary to the refined momentum of Righteous Sects, these figures, who revealed their wild nature as if ready to explode with raw ferocity at any moment, were running encircling Mount Hua’s group as if besieging them.

Baek Cheon’s face hardened.

He knew these people didn’t harbor any particular malice. But he can’t help being burdened. These were the same people Mount Hua had crossed swords with not long ago.

‘Myriad Man Manor….’

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The elite wearing the distinctive white-red robes (???(白紅袍)) of Myriad Man Manor.

‘Red Dog.’ (??(紅犬))

There might have been another name for these people initially. Surely, it would have been something impressive. But at some point, the martial world started calling them Red Dogs.

It’s Red Dog.

These dogs are loyal only to Jang Ilso.

It is a derogatory term (??(蔑稱)) that is a mixture of fear of Jang Ilso and disdain for those who follow him. Yet, the subjects themselves took pride in this nickname. And they called themselves Red Dog and showed off their blind loyalty to Jang Ilso.

That’s why Kangho was afraid of them even though they called them dogs.

Wearing the symbolic white and red robe, they are always around Jang Ilso, guarding him and trampling on Jang Ilso’s enemies.

Those red dogs are now surrounding Mount Hua’s disciples.

Every now and then, he felt like the hairs on his whole body were standing on end every time an unrefined energy flew through them. It is a completely different energy from that of Righteous Sects. The sharp wildness was making it impossible for him to relax even for a moment.

‘Is Myriad Man Manor this powerful?’

Although they are not running with all their might, Mount Hua’s group is confident that they are second to none when it comes to lightness art.

Yet, over a hundred of Myriad Man Manor’s Red Dogs were keeping up with this pace.

Thanks to his experience of dealing with the enemy squad of Myriad Man Manor and defeating the group that attacked Mount Hua, his confidence that he thought he could deal with at least one of Myriad Man Manor at any time was completely shattered.

Baek Cheon bit his lip slightly.

‘After all.’

This must have been the reason why Myriad Man Manor was able to sit as the head of Evil Tyrant Alliance. No matter how great Jang Ilso is, without the backing of such a strong force, he would never have been able to stand above those formidable others.

Taaat!

Baek Cheon’s legs instinctively gathered strength as he kicked the ground.

‘These are enemies.’

He was well aware of that. Isn’t that why Baekcheon can’t let his guard down?

But at this moment, these fearsome people become allies, targeting the same enemy.

A mix of unease and reassurance, discomfort and anticipation coexisted strangely. Then, Yoon Jong’s voice reached him.

“Sasuk. When do you think we’ll arrive?”

“It will be soon.”

From Kugang to Hangzhou is a thousand li. For an ordinary person, it would take ten days of continuous walking to cover this distance, but for them, it was just a matter of half a day.

Having run non-stop from dawn until dusk, they would soon be entering Hangzhou.

“…Then we’ll soon see them.”

Words referring to the target were missing. However, everyone here knew who Yoon Jong was referring to.

Magyo.

Baek Cheon, who remembered that one word, naturally looked ahead. leader of the pack. At the forefront of the group, the two people running in the lead,

For a moment, he felt breathless.

The backs of Chung Myung in black martial attire and Jang Ilso in a red long robe were engraved in Baek Cheon’s eyes like a painting.

‘In my lifetime… I never thought I’d see those two running side by side.’

No matter what anyone says, the person that Mount Hua’s disciples can rely on the most is Chung Myung. He is usually the most untrustworthy person in the world, but on the battlefield, Chung Myung is the person you can trust more than anyone else.

And no matter what anyone says, the person Mount Hua’s disciples fear the most is Jang Ilso. To Mount Hua, Jang Ilso was a symbol of hatred and fear at the same time.

Now, these two people were leading those following them side by side.

A scene never imagined. No, it was a sight that had no reason to even imagine. That’s why the intense sense of alienation Baek Cheon felt was understandable.

But at the same time…

‘If I say this, I might be called crazy.’

Baek Cheon glanced back. It seemed as if he was worried that his inner thoughts might be heard by other disciples.

‘Seeing them together, I don’t think we’re going to lose.’

Perhaps other Mount Hua disciples are thinking similarly?

At that moment, Jang Ilso’s relaxed voice was heard.

“You seem quite nervous, Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword.”

Chung Myung did not respond to Jang Ilso’s words. He just kept his eyes fixed ahead, continuing to run. However, Jang Ilso, as if anticipating this reaction, smirked smugly.

“Don’t be too nervous. There won’t be much for you to do. Just wrap things up at the right moment. I wouldn’t want to ask too much of a kid like you; it would make me look bad.”

At that moment, Chung Myung looked at Jang Ilso running next to him and raised the corners of his mouth. It was a smile so vivid that even Baek Cheon running behind him could see it.

“Hmm?”

Jang Ilso asked with an intrigued expression.

“Why are you smiling?”

“Keep talking.”

“Huh?”

“It’s best to say all you can while you still can. Soon enough, that ease will disappear from your face.”

“…Hoo?”

Jang Ilso looked at Chung Myung with interest.

“Do you think I’m underestimating their strength?”

“No. Someone like you wouldn’t make such a stupid mistake.”

“But then?”

Chung Myung’s eyes darkened.

“You will find out.”

“….”

“There are things in this world that can’t be measured by calculations.”

Chung Myung didn’t bother to explain further.

He simply turned his head slightly to check on the group following him.

Baek Cheon, Yoo Iseol, Yoon Jong, Jo-Gol and Tang Soso.

The only ones whose complexions changed in the words of Chung Myung were those who had experienced Magyo in the North Sea. They know. What meaning do Chung Myung’s words contain?

“You’ll probably see something you never imagined.”

As Chung Myung spoke sharply, Jang Ilso looked at him with a peculiar expression.

“That…”

The corners of Jang Ilso’s mouth gradually curled up.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

When Jang Ilso lightly gestured, Ho Gamyeong, who was running not far away, uickly caught up. Jang Ilso whispered a few instructions in a low voice.

Ho Gamyeong quickly nodded and slowed down to join the Red Dogs at the back.

Chung Myung watched the process with a gleam in his eyes.

Feeling his gaze, Jang Ilso glanced back at Chung Myung with a slight smile.

“Why? What are you curious about?”

“…What did you instruct?”

“Nothing surprising. I just told them not to be shocked by whatever scene they see, as you advised.”

“….”

“I don’t know if what you say is right or wrong, but not preparing for something you can prepare for and getting into trouble is something only a fool in the world would do. You’re giving me advice, so there’s no reason not to take it, right?”

Chung Myung let out a cynical laugh.

In the past, even those within the same Righteous Sects could not accept his advice as it was. But now, this man from Evil Sects was taking his words seriously.

For this guy, there is no distinction between Righteous and Evil. There is only a distinction between what can be used and what cannot be used.

That thought occurred to him again.

Chung Myung and Heavenly Demon are beings that escape the laws of the world. What would have happened to this Kangho if such people had not appeared?

Perhaps it would have been a plaything in the hands of this man?

From that perspective, it may be none other than Jang Ilso who has to bear the greatest loss due to the two beings, Heavenly Demon and Chung Myung.

“An oddly… unpleasant look.”

Jang Ilso twisted his red lips. His ornaments made a continuous clattering noise.

“Don’t look at me with that kind of gaze. It makes me want to pluck your eyes out, you see?”

“Crazy guy.”

The words were harsh, but the voice was terribly gentle. Chung Myung turned his head to the other side with a disgusted expression.

No matter what kind of person Jang Ilso is, it is inevitable that they are not compatible by nature. Joining hands with this man is just for this time.

It was right then.

“Over there!”

Baek Cheon raised his voice as if he had spotted something. Chung Myung’s eyes instinctively looked forward.

“….”

At the same time, his rapidly moving feet began to slow down.

Gradually slowing down, he then broke into a sprint, and soon his pace slowed to a walk. Eventually, he came to a complete stop.

Everyone who had been running like the wind also halted in their tracks.

No one spoke. Not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Everyone just looked at the scene unfolding before their eyes, holding their breath.

All that was visible was… the land and the corpses.

The ground, soaked with blood and dried to a dark stain, was filled with gruesome corpses.

They know. These are people who have fought countless times, so they can tell just from the sight it left behind. These are not traces of war. Those who fight and resist by killing each other and using curses never leave behind traces like this.

This… It is simply a place where massacres have swept through.

“Ugh!”

Tang Soso covered her mouth and bent over. Yoo Iseol, who was next to her, held her shoulder tightly.

“How could…”

There are endless corpses.

She couldn’t even imagine how someone could do something like this. No human being in their right mind would kill even a simple ant like this endlessly.

Step.

At that moment, Jang Ilso took a step forward.

“This….”

Standing before a land drenched in death, he slowly licked his red lips. A cruel smile formed on the malignant face.

“It’s Magyo.”

A deep murderous intent began to pool in his pale eyes.