Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 817

“Don’t get carried away!”

Hyun Jong’s voice rang loudly.

It was Hyun Jong, who rarely raised his voice, but his tone now carried an extraordinary force.

“Don’t rush! Don’t lose your senses to your emotions! You are disciples of Mount Hua! Believe in your Sahyung and hold your ground!”

“Yes!”

Hyun Jong bit his lips tightly. His eyes followed Chung Myung on the other side of the cliff.

‘These bastards…!’

Paegun Jang Ilso.

The disciples are fighting for their lives against this tremendous enemy.

He knew well that his disciples had been dealing with great enemies, but this was the first time he had to watch them battle right in front of his eyes.

It felt like his gut was being scratched with a sharp knife.

Now he fully understood what it meant to have your blood run dry. Hyun Jong’s whole mind is stuck across the cliff, not here.

However…
“Un Guuuum!”

Hyun Jong shouted like a thunderbolt at the movement caught in his eyes.

Then Un Gum, who was about to push forward, flinched and stopped.

“Get back!”

“….”

“Do you plan to get yourself killed trying to help? You punk!”

Un Gum bites his lips tightly. His shoulders were shaking slightly.

But he eventually kept his position. Disobeying the orders of Sect Leader was an option he did not have in the first place.

How can Hyun Jong now know what he feels like?

Not only Un Gum but also other disciples would like to go to help the Five Swords by cutting and piercing all the way in front of them right now.

But that couldn’t be done.

The power of Mount Hua Sect is still not up to Myriad Man Manor. If they try to force their way through this place, they must be prepared for annihilation. Just by holding them and enduring them, the disciples of Mount Hua Sect are doing more than they could.

Fortunately, but also strangely, was the fact that the Myriad Man Manor did not actively attack.

‘Well, it’s to be expected.’

They have no reason to be in a hurry. Those who came up from below were blocked by the fierce battle of the absolute martial masters, and they couldn’t even imagine the defeat of Paegun Jang Ilso.

Eudeuk.

In the end, a trickle of blood flowed from the lips that the teeth dug into.

He wants to shout, too. To risk their lives to break through here and help those kids over there.

But that too could not be done.

He is the Sect Leader of Mount Hua. He cannot sacrifice other children for them.

The ones he had to protect were not the most talented of Mount Hua, but the weakest.

‘Therefore!’

Hyun Jong gripped his sword tightly.

It was his job now to trust them and hold on to these Myriad Man Manor.

‘Don’t make me regret this decision for the rest of my life. Please.’

It was an utterly desperate wish, but one he could not voice.

* * *

Kwareureung!

The cliff seemed to shake as if it would crumble.

Avoiding the falling shards of energy and rocks from above, Mu Jin shouted in a thundering voice.

“Make a detour! Watch your heads! Move, now!”

His face gradually distorted horribly.

‘Goddamn it!’

Above, a heaven-and-earth shaking battle was taking place.

Each strike was enough to collapse the cliff and make the sky reverberate. No matter how much Wudang’s disciples squeeze up between them, it is like jumping into the fire that is poured with oil.

Yet hanging on the cliff was also not an option.
Shaolin, Wudang, Namgung, and Qingcheng began to make a big detour to avoid the fierce battle going on above.

“Stick close!”

“Aaaaaaaakh!”

At that moment, a sword energy as large as a house flew in from above.

When Mu Jin looked at the sword energy coming toward him with his eyes wide open, a green figure appeared and swung its sword.

Kwaaang!

“Sect Leader!”

It was Baek Hyeonja.

He shouted as soon as he deflected the sword energy.

“Elder, protect the disciples! We have to climb over the cliff!”

“Yes!”

There was no discussion.

Those who can move on cliffs, especially those who have a high level of martial art, block debris of energy from above their heads and knock out the falling rocks.

‘Up, as long as we go up somehow…..’

It was that moment.

Kwaaaaaaang!

With the roar of the sky turning upside down, one side of the cliff face fell off without being able to overcome the impact. A large chunk of rock, the size of a pavilion, began to fall slowly down with a rumbling noise.

“Block ittttttttt!”

A shout burst out from somewhere, and a person soared upwards.
“Elder Heo Gwang!”

The white and dark sword energies were combined in a single stroke. What he drew was a neat and graceful circle.

“Haaaaap!”

Taegeuk Wisdom Sword’s (태극혜검(太極慧劍)) first move hit the falling rock. At the same time, the energy released by the Shaolin monks shattered the rocks into pieces.

“Unfold!”

Cut and hit again. A series of attacks worthy of being called “disasters” continued, but the disciplined unity of humans overcame even those disasters.

However,

“Sajeeeee!”

Not everyone succeeded in overcoming it.

Those who ran out of strength slipped, and those who were hit by rocks the size of a human head screamed as they fell.

“Kkeuk!”

Mu Jin bit his lips tightly.

“Go up! Just climb to the top of the cliff! Don’t look back, just go!”

“Sahyung! But Saje……!”

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up and climb!”
“….”

Tears of blood flowed from Mu Jin’s eyes.

‘These dog-like Evil Faction punk.’

It is not a heart that a Taoist disciple would dare to have. However, in his eyes, a killing intent that had never been seen before was pouring out without a break.

“I’ll kill you! I will definitely kill you!”

Screaming, he once again gritted his teeth and climbed up the cliff.

A stretched blade narrowly missed his neck.

Paaaat!

Only after the sword grazed his neck did the sound follow.

A quick sword that can’t even be explained except by the word amazing. However, the true value of this sword was not limited to its speed.

Heo Dojin quickly retreated, having swung his sword forcefully.

Jorit.

Even though he dodged, a sharp pain flared at the edge of his neck.

“…Intangible Energy.”

An intangible energy that can’t be tracked with eyes flowed out every time the sword was unsheathed, squeezing Heo Dojin’s body.

He has definitely heard of this before.

A sword technique that leads to death without knowing how one is being beaten. The name of the legendary swordsman’s sword technique, which is said to kill as if it were at the hands of a death god rather than a human being.

“…Is it Twelve Flux of Ghost King?”

“Hm. You recognize it.”

The Great Master of Ten Thousand Gold nodded with an expressionless face.

“It may be insufficient against the great leader of Wudang Sect, but it’s a technique I’m proud of. And more importantly…”

Paaat!

Great Master of Ten Thousand Gold’s sword stabbed as if to pierce Heo Dojin. As Heo Dojin hurriedly twisted his body, the black sword energy that passed him pierced the cliff and dug in for a time.

“….”

How deep did it go?

“It’s a quite efficient sword technique that I like. I don’t like to waste my power.”

Certainly, that sword is difficult to deal with.

“What’s wrong?”

“….”

“I don’t mind taking my time. But you? The more time you waste, the more your cute disciples will suffer. Are you still okay with that?”

Heo Dojin bites his lips.

Defeat?

Something like that won’t cross his mind. He is Wudang’s Sect Leader. Even if he dies by biting out his tongue, he will never be killed by the Evil Faction.

But the problem is what comes next.

His gaze turned to those below.

The disciples of the Ten Great Sect and the Five Great Family, who suffer and struggle climbing the cliff. Rocks rolled down on them, and every time an energy flew in, everyone did their best to block it.

Hanging so perilously from the cliff.
“….”

The faces of the disciples were so terrible that he could not bear to look at them with his eyes open.

Drenched in oil, hit by arrows, and bleeding, they groan at the exhausted internal strength. Below the cliff, hardly visible from above, the fallen disciples writhed in pain.
‘When did it all come to this?’

Something had gone terribly wrong.

Climbed the cliff. Right, that was the only way that Heo Dojin could see at that moment. He thought this was the only way to survive.

But was that really the case?

‘Survive?’

His opponent stood atop the cliff with their strength fully preserved. At most, they only poured out an oil pot and fired arrows.

Myriad Man Manor, Hao Sect, Black Ghost Fortress. And undoubtedly, other enemies are gathering here by now.

On the other hand, even if the disciples of the Ten Great Sect managed to reach the top of the cliff, they were already worn out from intense fighting, and forced to battle against the Evil Sect of the Evil Tyrant Alliance.
‘Why has it come to this?’

He couldn’t have imagined this scene when they first entered this valley. What did he do wrong to lose so many innocent lives so fruitlessly?

For what purpose?

“You seem deep in thought.”

“….”

Heo Dojin grabbed his sword as hard as he could.

A short distance away, Namgung Hwang and Black Dragon King face each other fiercely. The Black Dragon King, who tirelessly unleashed a vast amount of energy, was remarkable, but so was Namgung Hwang, who did not fall behind him.

However,

Kwareureureung!

“Aaaaak!”

Every time they swung their swords and guandao, the cliff shattered, and dao energy and sword energy ran rampant.

“This…”

And the ones who suffered all the damage were the disciples of Wudang and Shaolin at the forefront.

He knew.

It couldn’t be helped. For the sake of those below, if they conserved their strength and were defeated, the Black Dragon King would attack those clinging to the cliff at once.

Then it would be the end of everything.

However, what was frustrating, even knowing this, was the question lingering in the corner of his mind: Would the same thing happen if the ones at the forefront were not Wudang but Namgung. And this was proof that Heo Dojin’s mind is anxious now.

Bop Kye is of little help, too.

There is no way an elder of Shaolin falls short of Sect Leader of other sects, but there is also no way that Thousand-Faced Gentleman is inferior to him. No, facing the number one of the Evil Sect (사파제일수(邪派第一手)), the burden on Bop Kye is too heavy.

…Then what the hell should he do?

Eudeuduk.

Heo Dojin clenches his teeth. His eyes are full of bloodshot veins.
‘Jang Ilso.’

The name that popped up in his mind was just that one.

Uuuuung.

For a moment, Heo Dojin’s face turned icy cold as if it were a block of ice. As if determined, white and black sword energy began to flow out of his sword like water.
The swords, like lines drawn on the canvas with a thick brush, entwined Heo Dojin’s Pine-Patterned Ancient Sword (송문고검(松紋古劍)) and created a vortex.

“Hm?”

Great Master of Ten Thousand Gold’s eyes narrowed at his changed momentum.

The Taoist hat on his head was torn off, unable to withstand his energy. The appearance of the scattered hair rising upside down was no different from that of a demon.

“Hmm…. This, if I do it wrong, I might end up losing some money.”

The Great Master of Ten Thousand Gold raised his sword with a discontented face.

Goooooo!

At that moment, the two white and black energies emitted from Heo Dojin’s sword wrapped around each other in the air, forming a huge circle.

‘Taegeuk?’

The face of the Great Master of Ten Thousand Gold became white with sudden tension.

Taegeuk Wisdom Sword (태극혜검(太極慧劍)).

The Taegeuk Wisdom Sword, called Wudang’s best sword technique, finally began to unfold in the hands of Heo Dojin.

“Hum!”

The Great Master of Ten Thousand Gold carefully adjusted his grip on the sword.

“…This is definitely a loss.”

From his sword, a stream of blue sword energy also began to pour out.