Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 875

“Father.”

Wei So-haeng supported Wei Lishan, who staggered as if he were about to collapse at any given moment.

As much as he wished to let him rest on the ground, this was the battlefield. For the sake of Huayin Sect’s disciples who are desperately holding on with shaky legs, Wei Lishan must not fall already.

“…So-haeng-ah.”

“Father, he’s here… Dojang is……”
“Yes.”

A sense of relief that could not be hidden was also evident in Wei Lishan’s voice.

The situation hasn’t changed much.

The fangs of the wolves that are still targeting them are sharp, and those who have not yet fully satisfied their hungry stomachs will reveal their wild nature again and try to bite them.

But still, Wei Lishan no longer worried.

There’s no helping it.

Anyone who knows the name of that person who’s standing there with his back turned, anyone who knows the kind of person he is, will feel the same way as Wei Lishan.

Even the martial artists of Xi’an who had fought for their lives, teetering on the edge of a cliff, reddened their eyes and bit their lips as they saw the back that’s standing before them.

“……Chung Myung Dojang.”

“Dojang….”

“Mount Hua Sect….”

At that time, the murmur that flowed from someone’s mouth made them realize it once again.
“…Mount Hua Sect is here.”

The echo of those words swept over those who had endured until now.

Just a few years ago, the name Mount Hua didn’t mean much in this Xi’an.

But definitely not anymore.

Beyond Xi’an, and even Shaanxi, the meaning of Mount Hua has grown to the point where nothing can change it.

Even those who had been filled with fear and dread of death, those who breathed heavily because they didn’t even have the strength left to lift a sword, those who were desperately holding back their legs that wanted to run away. They all started to rekindle their fighting spirit again the moment they heard the name Mount Hua.

With the arrival of merely three people.

‘It’s not good.’

Meanwhile, Gal Cheonrip who had been observing the situation clicked his tongue inwardly.

The situation had completely changed. It was easy to dismiss the martial artists of Xi’an, who had been stubbornly clinging to them, as nothing more than the last-ditch efforts of a cornered mouse.
But not those guys. dăoťrănsĺate.côm Because the atmosphere has completely changed because of them.

The bigger problem is that those who were going so crazy a little while ago that even they could not handle it are now holding their breath.

If they lost momentum any further, there was a chance that their plans would crumble.

Gal Cheonrip gazed at the figure standing in front of him with an uncomfortable feeling.

The man, clad in a black robe with plum blossom patterns, had both hands hanging down. The moment he faced the icy chill in those gaze, a name naturally came to Gal Cheonrip’s mind.

It is a name that was once very famous, but has now lost some of its luster as time passes.

“I see.”

Gal Cheonrip looked straight at the man and opened his mouth.

“Are you Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword?”

Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword.

The moment that name came out, the ones that reacted greatly were the Evil Sects instead.

“Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword?”

“The one who, at the Yangtze…”

The faces of the people of Evil Sects turned pale.

Although they couldn’t quite finish the sentence, it was clear what they were referring to.

That one who fought neck and neck with that Jang Ilso.

Everyone here had fled from the Evil Tyrant Alliance. There is no need to tell how much weight the name of Jang Ilso, the Ryeonju of Evil Tyrant Alliance, carries to such people.

Ryeonju of the Evil Tyrant Alliance, as well as the undisputed strongest person of Evil Sects.

The one who turned Gangnam into a land of blood and death, and finally became a legend for unifying Gangnam.
Once, the epithet ‘One of the Five Great Evil Sects’ was attached to his name, but three years after the Yangtze River Disaster, no one in the world has put such a stupid modifier in front of Jang Ilso anymore.
So naturally, the name of Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword shines brightly. Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword is the only one that has made a small dent in Jang Ilso’s reputation in recent years.

‘That man is…’

‘The rumored?’

Tension hung in the air. However, the man only stared at Gal Cheonrip without saying a word.

“I guess you are.”

When Chung Myung didn’t answer, Gal Cheonrip chuckled softly.

“It seems some brat has become quite arrogant after gaining some fame. Stupid basrtad. Do you really think anyone believes you’re on an equal footing with Jang Ilso? I never believed it anyway, but seeing it with my own eyes makes me even more convinced.”

At that, the Evil Sects once again stared at Chung Myung, wary.

“Why? Got nothing to say?”

Chung Myung, who had been silent until then, smiled and spoke.

“How ridiculous.”

“What’s so ridiculous? For you to be an equal of that bastard Jang Ilso…..”

Gal Cheonrip was sarcastic, but Chung Myung cut off his words mercilessly.

“That an idiotic Evil Sects bastard dared to blabber his mouth in front of me.”
“…….”

Smiles disappear from Gal Cheonrip’s face.

“You….”

“It’s just as you said.”

Chung Myung cracked his neck left and right as if he still had no intention of listening to Gal Cheonrip’s words with respect.

“For an Evil Sects guy to yap in front of me, yeah. As you said, they must at least be at Jang Ilso’s level. At least that bastard’s still worthy enough to have me put up and listen to what he says. But….”

There was a sneer in Chung Myung’s mouth.

“You’re not. You small fry punk.”

“…….”

“So, shut your mouth. I don’t have a hobby of talking to corpses.”

Gal Cheonrip’s face contorted in anger.

“Small fry…?”

When has he ever been treated like this by such a kid?

What’s even more infuriating is that this dog-like bastard is treating him less than Jang Ilso. This is nothing short of disgusting for Gal Cheonrip.

Seething with rage to the point where his hair stood on end, he clenched his fist tightly and suppressed his anger. Revealing his anger in front of so many people would be no different from acknowledging that he had been provoked by that kid.

Grinding his teeth, he opened his mouth, pretending to be as cool as possible.

“You little brat have a sharp mouth. But you have to tone down your bluff in moderation. Even if you’re as good as the rumor said, only three of you can’t do….”

“I told you to shut your stink snout.”

However, this time again, a cold voice closed Gal Cheonrip’s mouth. His face had frozen as much as it could possibly freeze.

“This damned guy, just because I let you talk…”

“You seem to be misunderstanding something.”

Chung Myung revealed his teeth.

“I’m currently holding back my desire to tear you all to death right away. So don’t run your mouth. There are limits to my patience.”

“That bastard!”

Dam Hae, the youngest brother of Gangseo Seven Murderer, had bloodshot eyes.

However, Gal Cheonrip rather felt puzzlement and strangeness than anger at Chung Myung’s words.

“Holding back?”

“…….”

“Why? What is holding you back?”

“Simple.”

Chung Myung said with a sneer.

“The one who will catch and kill you isn’t me.”

“…What?”

“And let me correct one more misconception.”

Chung Myung snorted and asked.

“Who said it was just the three of us?”

And at that moment.

“There’s certainly not just three.”

Gal Cheonrip hurriedly turned around at the sound of a clear voice coming from behind him.
A devout man in black martial attire was slowly crossing the gate.

The moment he saw him, an unknown strength filled Gal Cheonrip’s body.

A stride neither excessive nor lacking, breathing neither fast nor slow; everything indicated that the man had complete control over his body, that he was a martial master.

His angry gaze rested momentarily on Gal Cheonrip’s face.

“Not that three was insufficient.”

As soon as the man finished speaking, a group of martial artists revealed themselves.

‘W-When? I didn’t sense their presence.’

But that wasn’t all.

One by one, people dressed in black martial attire climbed onto the surrounding wall and entered the manor’s yard, which was built to an excessively large size to unload and transport goods.

The eyes of the Evil Sects who saw this shook as if they had been hit by an earthquake.

Because they’re under siege?

Or because unexpected enemies appeared?

No. The reason for their confusion was the intensely sharp momentum emanating from those who surrounded them.

‘Where the hell did these guys come from…?’

It wasn’t the heavy and gentle aura unique to martial artists of Righteous Sect. It is as if their mere touch will cut them….. No, just facing them sent a razor-sharp pressure that pierced their hearts.
What particularly caught their attention was the woman standing in the center of those on the wall.

An excessive beauty.

And even that beauty was covered by a cold and ruthless killing intent.

Those who faced those gazes, which did not contain a single trace of emotion, took a step back without realizing it.

‘Sword Ghost…’

The deadly momentum unleashed by over a hundred sword ghosts was dense.

The more skilled a person was, the more pressure the enemy faced. Only if you have experience dealing with people who display that kind of spirit can you understand how terrible they are.

‘This is…’

Cold sweat rolled down Dam Hae’s forehead.

There are a hundred people like that…

‘Damn it. What the hell is going on?’

It is clear just by looking at the plum blossom pattern engraved on their chests.

Mount Hua Sect.

Once, they were the prestigious sword sect in Shaanxi, aiming to be the greatest sword sect in the world.

But today, Mount Hua is a place that can never be called prestigious. Doesn’t everyone in the world know that Mount Hua’s reputation was possible not because of the original power of Mount Hua Sect, but because it relied on the activities of Mount Hua Righteous Sword?

However, the Mount Hua he actually encountered crushed such thoughts of Dam Hae mercilessly.

If he could, he wanted to find all the people who said that Mount Hua itself was nothing special and stab their mouths.

But regret is always late even at the earliest, and when you realize wrong information, isn’t it always after everything has ended?

The manor at the Eunha Merchant Guild, which seemed vast, began to feel infinitely narrow.

And at that moment, those who entered through the gate and occupied the area behind them split to the left and right. In the meantime, three elderly showed up with heavy steps.

“Se- Sect Leader!”

“Sect Leader!”

Scream-like shouts erupted from the mouths of Huayin Sect’s disciples.

Mount Hua’s Sect Leader, Hyun Jong, walked in with a cold, stern face and captured the situation in the manor in his eyes.

A rare anger flashed in Hyun Jong’s eyes when he saw the miserable corpses that were cooling down and the survivors who’s still breathing but drenched in blood.

“How dare…”

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as he shouted.
“Un Gum. Baek Cheon!”

“Yes! Sect Leader!”

The two people who were called immediately bowed down on the spot.

The momentum radiated by Hyun Jong was tremendous. It wasn’t the same dense murderous intent as his disciples, but it was a towering rage nonetheless.

Even if he has no reputation as Mount Hua’s Sect Leader, no one would be able to underestimate Hyung Jong if they saw him now.

“How dare you invade Shaanxi.”

The moment Hyun Jong’s heavy voice burst out, groans as if in pain escaped from the mouths of the Evil Sects.

“And attack Mount Hua’s close friends!”

Upon hearing his words, both the disciples of Huayin Sect and the martial artists of Xi’an clenched their fists.

“Make those who dare to…”

Hyun Jong took a short breath and firmly ordered with a heavy voice.

“Commit outrageous acts on this land of Mount Hua pay the price! Show them clearly what the wrath of Mount Hua is!”

“We follow your orders!”

Chaeng! Chaeng!

As soon as those words were spoken, Mount Hua’s disciples all drew their swords in unison.

The sight of a hundred swordsmen pulling out their swords at once, seemingly devoid of emotion, evoked both thrill and fear.

To those who were waiting for them, an indescribable thrill and sense of being overwhelmed.

To those who have to face them, a suffocating pressure and fear.

“In the name of Mount Hua!”

A loud voice burst from Baek Cheon’s mouth.

“Punish the evildoers!”

Mount Hua’s disciples, with their swords pointed downward, charged toward the Evil Sects all at once. It was a spectacle as if a dark wave was rippling through the middle of Xi’an.

The movement declared to the world. The Return of Mount Hua.