Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 507

“Kill them!”

“Ueahhh! These bastards!”

“I’ve been waiting for this day!”

“I will avenge our Clan Leader-nim!”

The Rebel Force, led by Yosa Hon, pushed the Ice Clan warriors with a truly ferocious force.

Their martial art is neither exceptional nor superior to the samurai of Binggung who stood before them. The former Elder in the lead was stronger than ordinary warriors, but the rest were slow.

However, martial art was now meaningless in this situation.

Kwaang!

The rushing warriors trampled on the befuddled Ice Clan warriors like a carriage.

“Aaaakh!”

“Argh!”

The swung sword and internal strength went beyond one’s martial art and pushed the opponent. The Ice Clan forces’ front line instantly collapsed, surprising Yosa Hon, who led the warriors from the front.

‘Huh?’

Yosa Hon, who had flinched slightly, quickly regained his composure and sorted his thoughts. The cold yin energy emanating from his hands was lethal to those who fled with their backs turned.

‘You’re showing your back?’

Warrior of the Ice Clan?

Although he was imprisoned as a sinner, he never gave up his pride as the warrior of the Ice Clan. It’s amazing how the Ice Clan warrior shows their backs to him and flee with tails tucked between their leg.

‘It’s not just those who run away.

Even those who carried weapons with the will to fight could not hide the clear bewilderment on their faces. He had never seen such a miserable sight in his entire life.

How can those who have already lost their minds before the fight endure the moment of life and death?

“Kill them!”

“Kill them all without leaving anything behind!”

On the other hand, the Rebel Force pushed in with their morale increased a hundredfold and swung their weapons.

‘At this rate…’

It was then.

‘Aaaakh!’

At the terrible scream from afar, the warrior of the Ice Clan, who couldn’t fight or run away, looked back for a moment.

The Rebel Force is attacking right in front of their face, but they are distracted by the scream coming from behind?

This couldn’t have been a fight. The warriors of the North Sea IceClan can only deal with the enemy in front of them, but they are practically dealing with the disciples of Mount Hua Sect behind their backs simultaneously.

They are fighting with fear that a sword may fly from behind their back.

“Push them more! We’re taking back the Ice Clan today!”

“Euahhhh!”

Yosa Hon hardened his face as he saw the Rebel Force rushing in with their morale increased.

‘That’s scary.’

Those Mount Hua disciples have completely dominated this battlefield with just one rush.

Admiration and fear were confused. Yosa Hon desperately shook his head off all miscellaneous thoughts and unleashed strong energy.

Seol Chonsang couldn’t understand what he was witnessing right now.

‘How the hell?’

At the back of the Ice Clan formation, he could clearly see what was happening on the battlefield.

However, being able to see does not mean being able to understand.

‘How could this happen?’

It was actually a fight that couldn’t have been difficult.

The enemies are in fact, have long since deprived of their martial art. The way to deal with rusty and worn-out people is simple. It is enough to trample them clearly and encourage their own side with overwhelming numbers.

This flat land is the training field.

Behind the back of the enemy is blocked by a wall and there is no place to escape. No geographical feature can be used for strategy, and there is no possibility of a great fluke as there are no such variables.

It was an environment where only strength and skills could determine the outcome.

But how does this happen?

“Cla- Clan Leader, this is…….”

“…….”

“W- We have to do something…..”

The Elders’ bewildered murmur was heard.

It’s inevitable.

Their eyes would have clearly seen Yosa Hon and the Rebel Force sweep through the Ice Clan warriors like lightning, where the battle lines had completely collapsed.

Seol Chonsang bit his lips and spat out curses.

“… Darn it.”

Do they have to do something? What the hell can they do?

The camp, which had been held perfectly, has now completely collapsed. Around Chung Myung, who is in the center, many were intertwined as if swirling. It was as if he was looking into a boiling furnace.

Now that this has happened, tactics are no longer meaningful. Tactics are meaningful only when those who hear instructions have the spirit to fulfill them.

But Seol Chonsang is the Leader of the Ice Clan.

He couldn’t just stand still. He quickly decided what was the best he could do at the moment and shouted like a thunderbolt.

“Ignore those who rushed in and kill those Jungwon people!”

It was a voice like thunder.

“What are you doing! Don’t look at me like a fool; catch them and kill them now! Without them, Yosa Hon is nothing!”

“C- Clan Leader-nim?”

Seol Chonsang glared with bloodshot eyes at the man with a bewildered voice from the side.

“These rice bug bastards, don’t tell me you’re afraid of them, are you?”

“Tha- That can’t be true! I’ll cut their throats right now!”

Some of the elders ran out with stiff faces.

Seol Chonsang clenched his teeth after a brief glimpse of their back.

‘How far are they going to get in my way?’

It was a mistake to accept those Mount Hua guys in the Ice Clan in the first place. No, it was a mistake to let them step on the ground of the North Sea.

He lamented bitterly at the sight of his collapsing forces.

But as always, regret always comes at the latest.

Paaaat!

Kwaduk!

The sensation of piercing the opponent’s neck was clearly conveyed in his hand.

Baek Cheon struggled to ignore the sensation and swung his sword non-stop.

‘This…’

He seems to understand something.

Baek Cheon didn’t understand Chung Myung’s comment that Mount Hua’s sword was extravagant. Why does such an evaluation stick to the sword technique that draws the most beautiful flowers in the world?

But now he can fully understand why Chung Myung called the Plum Blossom Sword the most Evil Faction-like sword.

Behold!

Flutter.

The edge of the trembling sword scattered plum blossoms.

There is only one real sword in the midst of these illusions (환(幻)) plum leaves.

The enemy may have noticed if they’re in the middle of a spar right now. They may have stepped back without panicking and peeked at the opportunity.

But this is a battlefield.

It was impossible to pinpoint the real attack of all these plum blossoms on an urgent battlefield, where a slight hesitation leads to death.

“Euaaat!”

The terrified opponent swung around his sword as if having a seizure, but the petals that touched the sword just disappeared as if they had never existed before.

And

Puuk!

“Kkereuk…….”

Baek Cheon’s sword penetrated the neck of a man who was misled by the Plum Blossom Sword.

They deceive the other person’s eyes, fool them, and secretly approach and take their lives.

Mount Hua’s sword, at least on the battlefield, was the most vicious and eerie sword.

Chwaaak.

Swinging off the blood on the sword, Baek Cheon ran out and stared ahead with his unshakable eyes.

So this is what that is supposed to mean?

– Fair and square? Fair and square? You’re making a big deal out of yourself. Our lives are at stake here, to hell with being fair and square. It’s the truth of the battlefield to win and survive, even if it’s cowardly and lame. If you have time for that crap, swing your sword again instead.

That’s right.

Even if that statement is wrong, it is true for today’s Baek Cheon.

‘What I need to do!’

Baek Cheon’s eyes sank cold.

“Jo-Gol!”

“Yes!”

“Don’t let So-so fall behind!”

“Yes, Sasuk!”

Hye Yeon is in charge of their back. If he hadn’t been there, they couldn’t have rushed without paying attention to the back as they now.

“Samae!”

“Yes.”

“Pierce the way!”

“Yes.”

All he has to do is lead.

Desperately chasing the back of the person who ran out first.

There is no point in reaching him alone. If he is Baek Cheon, the Sect Leader candidate of the Mount Hua Sect, he must not lose a single disciple who fights with him.

That was the burden he had to carry on his shoulders, the Daesahyung of the Second-class disciples.

To do that…….

“Haaat!”

Baek Cheon’s swords moved swiftly. His sword, which had always been fair and upright, contained a thick killing intent and ravaged the opponent’s body easily.

Paaat!

As Chung Myung did, everywhere Baek Cheon’s sword went, a blood fountain erupted. It wasn’t a neat sword that cut off the breath in one blow by aiming at the opponent’s neck or heart.

It is a sword focused solely on neutralizing opponents with speed and without waste.

‘I shall carry more of that burden!’

Baek Cheon, who lowered his posture as if he was almost stuck to the ground, flew forward quickly. Having cut off the legs of an Ice Clan warrior, he shouted loudly and advanced.

“Yoon Jong! Protect my back!”

“Yes, Sasuk!”

A familiar chant could be heard in his ears as he proceeded with his face contorted like a demon.

“Amitabha!”

Kwaaaaang!

It was such a powerful roar that his body trembled whenever he heard it.

Hye Yeon believed and followed them even on this bloody battlefield. He put his heart as a monk and trusted them with one heart.

Therefore, Baek Cheon should move more as much as Hye Yeon believes in him.

“Haaaat!”

Baek Cheon’s sword scattered plum blossoms.

It wasn’t soft anymore. The light petals contained his clear will, which soon swept those who blocked his front like a storm.

It was such a great sword that the disciples of Mount Hua who were chasing from behind were startled.

Even in the middle of this battlefield, Baek Cheon was clearly growing.

And.

Paaat!

Kung!

Baek Cheon kicked the ground hard and stopped with his back against a familiar back.

“I’ve caught up, you punk!”

“You’re late.”

Chung Myung lifted his sword slightly with an indifferent face.

Mount Hua’s disciples and Hye Yeon, who ran in the path that Baek Cheon had penetrated, flew in unison and surrounded Chung Myung.

Facing the enemy sword.

With their back to the colleague.

The feet are firm on earth, like firm wills, and the waist is upright. The eyes pressure the enemy, but the edge of the sword is as light as ever.

The warriors of the Ice Clan could not dare to rush under the pressure they were exerting. No, there was already a subtle confrontation going on before they arrived.

Baek Cheon collected his breath and asked.

“Shall we push them?”

“Wait.”

“There’s Elder Yo over there…….”

“Wait.”

But Chung Myung’s cold voice stopped him.

With a voice that was void of emotion, Baek Cheon’s boiling blood slowly began to cool down.

“Listen, everyone.”

“…….”

Chung Myung spoke with his eyes fixed on the enemies only.

“Don’t get so worked up about other people’s fights.”

“…… Is that what you’re going to say?”

“What was our purpose?”

Baek Cheon kept his mouth shut.

As soon as he heard that, he felt like covered in ice water.

“A battlefield is like a living creature.”

Everyone listened to Chung Myung’s words.

“Tactic, strategies, I don’t care about that. There must be a flow where people collide and death comes and goes.”

“Flow?”

“Yeah, so feel it. Even in the midst of the fighting, even as the blade sweeps across your face, you must not miss the flow. When you feel the flow like that…….”

Chung Myung smiled like a wolf with his teeth exposed.

“You can see the gap.”

His eyes swept through the battlefield quickly. Forces began to concentrate toward where Yosa Hon penetrated.

The center, where the disciples of Mount Hua are, has certainly become a little quieter.

“You puuuunk!”

It just so happened that some Elders who were with Seol Chonsang began to rush toward Mount Hua’s disciples, and the Ice Clan warriors began to pave the way from side to side.

A perfect straight path to Seol Chonsang!

“See?”

Everyone nodded their heads. Normally, they wouldn’t have known because they were in a hurry to fight, but after listening to Chung Myung, they understood.

Now, the road was opened before them.

“Let’s go!”

No answer was needed.

“Catch up to death!”

When the words were finished, Chung Myung rushed forward in a flash of light. In an instant, sword energy swept and blew away the warriors of the Ice Clan, who were pulling their hips back.

There was no scream.

The limbs of those who couldn’t even leave a word behind were scattered in all directions, and blood poured out like rain.

But before the blood could reach him, Chung Myung had already left and rushed forward.

Mount Hua’s disciples followed in Chung Myung’s footsteps, receiving the torrent of blood without hesitation.

“Blo- Block theeem!”

“Elderl! Elder-nim!”

The warriors of the Ice Clan are momentarily thrown into confusion.

Should they risk their lives to stop the enemy who is rushing at the front? Or should they trust the Elder who comes to deal with them and open the path?

Hesitation breeds another hesitation, hesitation dulls the sword.

And Chung Myung wasn’t merciful enough to forgive such dullness.

Paaaat!

The fiercely wielded sword neatly hits the necks of those who falter.

Chung Myung, who quickly advanced a dozen zhang, shouted.

“Sasuk!”

“Haaaapp!

Baek Cheon moved forward as if he knew his role without having to be mentioned. Then he swung his sword at one of the Elders advancing their side.

Kaaaang!

“You, damn little bastard!”

It wasn’t just Baek Cheon.

Yoo Iseol ran out in no time and pushed one of the Elders, and in the gap, Yoon Jong and Jo-Gol stabbed their swords together.

Hye Yeon, who was guarding their backs, also shouted his chant and jumped onto Chung Myung’s head to fire off internal strength.

A series of roars and shocks shook the battlefield.

In the midst of the chaos, Chung Myung saw a thread-like path.

He rushed forward almost like a lightning. Running through the open path, he swung his sword without hesitation. He would cut it down if there was a blockage, and when the path was blocked again, he dug a new opening.

He, who had dug into the enemy like a ghost, immediately jumped over those who blocked him by kicking the ground hard.

“Oooot!”

“C- Clan Leader!”

“No waaaay!”

As soon as he opened his eyes, the world was wide open.

In Chung Myung’s eyes, beyond the last line of defense, the face of the perplexed Seol Chonsang was clearly seen.

“You bastaaaard!”

Seol Chonsang fluttered the hem of his robes and fired internal strength toward Chung Myung.

Like a pure white stream of water, the cold yin energy flew in with a force that would freeze even the soul. But Chung Myung neither backed down nor avoided it.

He just broke the energy by swinging his sword straight down.

Paaat!

The crescent-shaped sword energy emitted from Chung Myung’s sword split Seol Chonsang’s energy from side to side and headed to Seol Chonsang.

Seol Chonsang’s eyes were filled with dismay.

And.

Chwaak!

A terrifying noise rang out.

After a while, blood began to drip on the ground.

“…….”

From the left forehead to the right jaw.

It was a deep cut across the face. Seol Chonsang glared at Chung Myung, twisting his blood-soaked face like a beast.

Tak.

Chung Myung, who landed on the ground, faced him coldly.

“I have a lot to say, but…….”

Chung Myung’s pure white teeth were revealed.

“We don’t have time, so let’s get this over with, Rookie.”

The blood-red plum blossoms began to pour out endlessly from the edge of his sword.