Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 812

It was an overwhelming spectacle.

Boiling oil poured from dozens of pots larger than humans at once, making the waterfall seem to be pouring for a moment.

But what was pouring over their heads now was not cold waterfall water, but scalding oil that would melt flesh and blind eyes.

Heo Dojin’s harsh voice broke out.

“Stop it! Protect the disciples!”

There was no time to lose.

Led by Heo Dojin, the elders of Wudang, who had been keeping pace with the disciples, immediately kicked up to the cliff. One step ahead of them, the elders of Shaolin were also soaring up.

It was intuition that if that oil fell on the disciples as it was, enormous casualties would occur.

“Oooooo!”

The first thing that flew was the Fist Force ((권력(拳力))) of Shaolin.

Golden light raced across the top of the cliff. Dozens of streams of Fist Force pushed the flying oil away.

Paaaat!

Lumps of oil that fell together were hit by the fist and splattered in all directions as if they exploded.

“Keuk!”

Something that could be broken.

Could be split through.

However, impossible to block. That is liquid, like water or oil.

The oil that splattered in all directions now became droplets and poured down like rain.

“Don’t stop! Smash! Bounce it outward!”

Bop Kye screamed with all his might.

The veins that stood out from his neck to his head clearly showed his desperation. Golden Fist Force was again successively discharged.

Obviously, it was a great sight, but no amount of Fist Force can stop all the rain from falling from the sky.

It was none other than Wudang’s elders who blocked the drops of oil falling down that passed Bop Kye and Shaolin’s elders.

“Unfold!”

With the cry of Heo Dojin, the swords of the elders stabbed the air dozens or hundreds of times. In an instant, over ten sword shadows were created, and on top of that, another hundred sword shadows appeared.

Sword shadow after sword shadow is densely connected, gradually expanding.

Sword Curtain. (검막(劍膜).)

The Sword Curtain spread by Wudang’s elders covered Shaolin and Wudang’s disciples like a large roof.

Tadadadadak!

With the sound of heavy rain hitting the tent, oil droplets hit the black screen and bounced off.

A sight like humans blocking the falling rain. It was also a scene that proved how high the two sects, Shaolin and Wudang, had reached.

“Huuu.”

Jang Ilso’s eyes shone as if he were having fun.

“They live up to their name. As expected of Shaolin, as expected of Wudang, huh?”

A smile of satisfaction formed around his mouth.

“But… How long can you block it?”

Jang Ilso flicked his finger again. Then the emptied pots were moved to the back, and new ones were flown in.

“Pour it.”

Pots that look bigger than humans tilt once again and oil begins to pour.

Heo Dojin’s eyes were horribly distorted.

‘How many times…?’

If poured all at once, they could have resolved it in one go. However, if oil is poured out one after another like now, they wouldn’t be able to sustain the consumption of internal strength.

No matter how great the Shaolin elders are, they can’t continuously discharge such Fist Force, and no matter how the elders of Wudang, they cannot maintain this level of sword technique.

Heo Dojin clenched his teeth as he felt his internal strength shaved off in an instant.

‘What is this all about?’

They hadn’t even touched those who had occupied the cliff top.
Aren’t they martial artists!

Aren’t they people who have mastered martial arts!

But in a battle between martial artists, using explosives to blow up the cliff, and pouring boiling oil on those climbing it?

This was so different from the war they had envisioned.

“Pour again!”

At the instruction of Jang Ilso, pots appeared one after another.

Chwaaaak!

The poured oil unceasingly splashed against the Sword Curtain, then was blown away by the wind and dug into the backs of Wudang disciples climbing the cliff.

“Aaaaakh!”

“Mu Bo! Are you okay?”

“Euughh… My, my back…..”

White steam rose from the back hit by the oil. The foul smell of cooking flesh pierced their noses. The onlookers felt a chill down their spines.

However, even simple emergency first aid was not possible while hanging from a cliff.

“Eeek!”

The disciples of Wudang climbed the cliff with all their might. The loss will only accumulate if the time is dragged out.

But it was then.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. So impatient.”

Jang Ilso clicked his tongue with a look of exaggeration and soon laughed. His white hand gestured, signaling something else.

“People tend to overlook what’s in plain sight when they’re scared. That’s why experience is important.”

It was that moment.

Giiiing.

Heo Dojin looked down in amazement at the eerie sound that penetrated his ear.

‘What?’

That instant, Heo Dojin saw it.

“N- No!”

The Black Dragon Water Fortress suffered massive damage from the falling debris, but not all the pirates died.

The remnants of the surviving Black Dragon Water Fortress aim a bow from the bottom toward the cliff.

Paeaeaeng!

As the tightly drawn bowstrings are released, the arrows vigorously shoot up in unison, flying towards the cliff.

“Here comes the arrow!”

“Block them!”

Wudang’s disciples hurriedly swung their swords to deflect, while Shaolin’s martial monks unleashed their energy to push back the arrows.

However, they couldn’t block all the arrows while clinging to the cliff.

Puuk! Puuk! Puuk!

“Kkeueuk!”

A Shaolin martial artist monk who was struck by an arrow in the back started to fall.

“Grab them!”

Those beside quickly reached out to catch the falling person but had to bear the pain of an arrow striking their arm.

Kwadeuk!

“Keuk!”

The face of the martial artist monk holding his comrade with an arm pierced to the bone twisted in agony.

“Damn it, Qingcheng……!”

Heo Dojin clenched his teeth.

If they had climbed the cliff first, the sect at the rear should have cleaned up the remnants below. That was obvious.

But how could they have insisted on that? Everyone knew that the area below the cliff was treacherous. If the cliff crumbled while they were executing Black Dragon Water Fortress below, they would be buried without a chance.

Therefore, Qingcheng had no choice but to climb the cliff too.

Risking death to save others is never as easy as it sounds.

The reason why Righteousness is respected is that only very few people can implement it. It is something to be praised when done, not cursed when not kept.

‘Jang Ilso!’

And where do all those bows and arrows come from?

From the beginning, it was clear that this picture was in Jang Ilso’s mind.

To make matters worse, oil that the Sword Curtain couldn’t completely block began to trickle down the cliff. While flowing down the cliff, it cooled, so there was no burning, but the problem was that the already steep cliff became as slippery as an ice rink.

Even in the midst of that, arrows carrying a fierce momentum were constantly flying heavy behind their back.

There was no other place called hell. This place was hell.

Explosives that would collapse the cliff.

Boiling oil is raining from above your head.

Arrows flying from below.

Each and every one of them may not be great. But each of them was used most appropriately in the most appropriate circumstances, making it a hell of a trap that no one could escape.

“Jang Ilsooooooooooo!”

A scream burst from Heo Dojin’s mouth.

“My, my.”

Jang Ilso looked down at Heo Dojin, wiping away tears as he laughed.

“Oh, dear, Sect Leader of Wudang, how vulgar! There should be dignity to the leader of a sect.”

“That depends on the situation. Even me, in a situation like this, the swearing will come out nonstop.”

Thousand-Faced Gentleman clicked his tongue in admiration.
In warfare, half of it is about position.

The most important thing is how well you can occupy a position and how appropriate strategies can be used in that position. Tricks that change common sense and go down in history are used only in small wars. A real war depends on how perfectly you carry out what you already know.

And that textbook example was right here.

Who in the world would have thought that Shaolin and Wudang could be tricked with arrows, oil, and gunpowder?

And in that formidable scheme, Thousand-Faced Gentleman, Great Master of Ten Thousand Gold, and even the Black Dragon King were just pieces of chess.

At least here, Jang Ilso, Paegun, was shaking the world as he pleased in his hand.

‘Yet it’s strange that I don’t feel bad about it.’

Evil Faction is a group of people who have has nature that is unwilling to be swayed by others. Great Master of Ten Thousand Gold and Black Dragon King must surely know that they are being played in Jang Ilso’s scheme.

But there is no animosity or displeasure on their faces.

‘Perhaps… Evil Tyrant Alliance might truly become more than just words.’

At this moment, Jang Ilso was proving his qualifications as the Ryeonju of Evil Tyrant Alliance to everyone.

And there’s only one person that’s beyond Jang Ilso’s grasp.

“No! You son of a beast!”

Kagagagak!

Chung Myung, who had cut three fuses in one breath, yelled in anger.

“Hurry up and take care of the ones below! Do you also have a grudge against Shaolin?”

“Amitabha!”

As if responding to the remark, Fist Force burst upon the pirates of the Black Dragon Water Fortress which had been shooting arrows. Numerous pirates flew like fallen leaves.

“Hye Yeon!”

Shouts erupted from the mouth of Bop Kye.

While everyone climbs the cliff to save their lives, there is a person standing firmly below.

Bop Kye’s distorted eyes clearly captured Hye Yeon. The gentle expression of his disciple was etched in his vision.
“Amitabha, climb up, Elder. I will take care of things down here…”

“Ah, if you have time to babble, then fight, you brat!”

“Agh! That shi… A- Amitabha! Amitabha!”

Hye Yeon, whose face had momentarily twisted in anger, was suddenly taken aback, repeatedly chanting Buddhist chants. Then, as if he had never uttered a harsh word, he charged at the pirates.

Pirates who could not fight properly because they were holding bows were swept away like autumn leaves.

‘That’s enough!’

Light returned to Heo Dojin’s eyes.

Of course, there are so many pirates below that one person won’t be able to sort them out at once.

But just attracting attention has an effect. Hadn’t the momentum of the arrows flying toward the cliff noticeably diminished!
‘Just a little…’

“Ah, this is so frustrating! What are you gawking at!”

At that moment, Chung Myung, who was clinging to the cliff, yelled fiercely.

“Leave the disciples behind and climb first! Shaolin, Wudang, Namgung! Just go up, you good-for-nothing son of a beast!”

“You damned fool!”

The first person to respond to the remark was none other than Namgung Hwang.

“Alright! Here I go!”

He jumped off the cliff at once and soared up. Namgung Hwang, who crossed over Wudang’s disciples, kicked Heo Dojin’s side and soared up the cliff like a dragon ascending to the heavens.

“Keuk!”

Heo Dojin clenched his teeth.

Chung Myung was right. If they just held their ground here, they would exhaust their strength and die. They had to take control of the cliff above, even at the risk of damage.

“Those who can follow, follow me! Let’s go!”

“Yes!”

Some of the elders retract the Sword Curtain and stick behind Heo Dojin.

“Uooooooo!”

Heo Dojin let out an uncharacteristic incredible battle cry and charged at the cliff. He soared up and up.

“Should have done that sooner, you dim-witted fools!”

Paaat!

Chung Myung dashed up the cliff. His eyes were fixed on the location of Evil Tyrant Alliance and Jang Ilso.

“Bring out your head, you bastards!”

Chung Myung’s booming voice spread over the cliff and resonated all the way to the sky.