Novel Return Of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 878
Hong Dae-gwang’s eyes were wide open.
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.
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.