Return of Mount Hua Sect

A sheer cliff with nothing but rocks was visible, and in that bleak space, red plum blossoms bloomed.

Seeing that amazing sight, the Ten Thousand People Clan let out screams and swung their blades wildly. But it was all futile, like trying to block an incoming wave with a blade.

Swish!

The plum blossom sword qi flew in and cut their bodies with dozens of slashes in a short time. Their bodies, which had stopped breathing even before being cut in half, fell to the ground long after the plum blossom sword had passed through it.

Kwang!

Chung Myung hit the ground with all his might and rushed toward the Ten Thousand People Clan, who hesitated.

A strong advance and terrifying speed.

But Chung Myung’s eyes were as cold as the North Sea ice.

“Tsk!”

The Ten Thousand People Clan was taken aback by the sight of Chung Myung rushing fiercely through the scattered plum blossom sword qi and froze for a moment.

At that moment, the end was decided.

Chung Myung wasn’t one to miss such a chance.

Pang!

The sword flew as if it were tearing through the air and struck off a Ten Thousand People Clan warrior’s head in one swing.

The head, which flew into the air, rolled for a moment and fell as Chung Myung kicked the headless body away.

“Eik!”

The Ten Thousand People Clan warriors were shocked.

Actually, it wasn’t impossible to harm the body of a comrade. If they could hold them, they would do it. If not, they would just hold back the tears and avoid it.

But that was the standard of the Justice Faction, and that was what Chung Myung was aiming for.

“Don’t underestimate me, you brat!”

A Ten Thousand People Clan warrior delivered a slash at the flying corpse of his comrade. The body split in half, splattering blood.

‘How…’

Puak!

But at that moment, the plum blossom sword struck him in the neck.

“Pfft…”

The warrior looked at Chung Myung with red eyes, unable to believe it.

Inside the gap where he had slashed the sword from top to bottom to cut the body.

Chung Myung, who was hiding behind the body, threw himself into the empty space as soon as the sword was lowered.

“…”

They saw the red blood-dotted face of Chung Myung, and their vision began to blur in an instant. The last clear look in Chung Myung’s eyes didn’t hold any emotion or hesitation. The Ten Thousand People Clan understood why they had to die.

Paat!

Chung Myung swung out the sword that had pierced the warrior’s neck and pulled it out, revealing his pure white teeth.

“Youuuuu!”

The Ten Thousand People Clan warrior, who was quite unnerved by the scene, let out a terrifying shout and swung their swords at Chung Myung.

But.

Clang!

The blades were blocked by successive swords before they could reach Chung Myung.

“This…!”

Thud!

Baek Cheon’s sword, which deflected the blades of the enemies, scattered plum blossom sword qi in an instant.

A face that didn’t show even a bit of excitement.

Unlike the swift and flashy sword, Baek Cheon’s face looked cold and sunken. He didn’t seem to have the pride to be called a swordsman.

“Yiseol! Jo Gul!”

“Yes!”

“Take the left side charge of Chung Myung!”

“Yes!”

“Yoon Jong, follow behind Chung Myung!”

“Yes!”

Baek Cheon’s eyes quickly followed Chung Myung after pushing away the enemy with the plum blossom sword technique.

Bang!

Chung Myung, who stepped down on the ground, rushed ahead again. At that sight, the corners of Baek Cheon’s lips curled up.

This wasn’t an ‘I am going in alone.’

‘I will head first, so catch up without being late.’

Even though he knew that the enemy blades would be flying at him, Chung Myung didn’t look away. Of course, he believed that Baek Cheon would soon come to block the sword.

“There is no way…”

Baek Cheon smiled, showing his teeth. Confidence filled his face.

His sword shone white in the sunlight.

“Do not hesitate! The enemy is the Evil Faction! If you hesitate, you die, and so do our comrades!”

“Yes!”

Following Baek Cheon’s request, a loud reply echoed. The disciples of the Mount Hua Sect charged forward without hesitation.

Kakang!

The first sword slash deflected the incoming spear.

Slash!

The sword swung again and again, cutting down the enemy’s neck.

“Crrrrrr!”

With the strange sound of blood foaming up, the warrior’s body felt rotten. But before the body even touched the ground, Chung Myung’s form was already passing by, rushing to the next enemy.

“This… Euk!”

The Ten Thousand People Clan.

Was there any place in the world that had fought more battles than them?

While other clans were immersed in peace and protecting their own lands, the Ten Thousand People Clan expanded their territory by waging war and killing others in the Central Plains.

Even if they weren’t the strongest people in the world, no one would deny that they were the most familiar with battles.

The War Ghosts of Guangxi. Another name for the Ten Thousand People Clan.

But the Ten Thousand People Clan of today? Were they truly the war ghosts?

They unconsciously winced as they watched Chung Myung run at them without even blinking at the beheaded enemies.

Fear wasn’t something they understood or felt.

But the body reacted before the mind comprehended. A stiffened body slowed down their reaction, and that delay made Chung Myung’s sword seem even faster.

Paat!

A strange smile appeared on Chung Myung’s lips as he cut down another head in a single slash.

“T-this!”

“Shut up!”

Another warrior with a long spear rushed at Chung Myung.

Because Chung Myung charged ahead without looking back, his front, left, and right were surrounded by the warriors of the Ten Thousand People Clan. In battle, being surrounded as a vanguard separated from the main force usually meant death.

The Ten Thousand People clan was the embodiment of battle, having fought a hundred battles. They couldn’t overlook the obvious gap they found in Chung Myung.

“Taat!”

Countless weapons came in: blades, spears, and swords. At that moment, when weapons of different lengths were about to pierce Chung Myung’s body…

“What?”

Chung Myung’s body vanished in an instant as if it had disappeared.

Kakakak!

There was no way to retrieve the weapons that flew almost into his body. Weapons loaded with internal qi collided head-on with one another and bounced back.

“Kuak!”

A strong recoil was felt in their hands. Their internal qi, which had surged through the weapons, began to flow back.

At that moment.

Kwaang!

A terrible pain was felt in the thigh, like a whip tearing through it. The pain continued to spread.

“Ahhhh!”

“Ahhh! My legs! My leggg!”

Chung Myung, who had been lying on the ground to avoid the flying weapons, turned his body and unleashed a circular sword qi. Their moment of weakness came because Chung Myung’s body and the moment of the slash couldn’t be properly identified, obscured by the numerous weapons and the qi surrounding them.

The Ten Thousand People Clan’s warriors, whose legs had been completely severed, fell to the ground, writhing and screaming. Chung Myung rushed ahead like a snake, keeping as low as possible.

Slash! Slash!

Chung Myung’s sword, which struck down the fallen like a snake, moved without stopping. He neatly cut off the hands of those who had fallen and rushed ahead, leaving the rest behind.

“K-kill you…!”

The movements were extremely practical, yet also bizarre. There wasn’t a hint of hesitation when it came to killing someone. The cruelty of cutting the heads off those who had lost their legs and were unable to fight would make even the worst sick.

“That bastard must die!”

With someone’s shout, the morale of the Ten Thousand People Clan rose again. But that wasn’t a decision one could make lightly.

Kwang!

Chung Myung hit the ground and launched himself like a predator.

Paaat!

The Plum Blossom sword technique requires the right distance.

There were usually ways to create distance. One was to retreat, and the other was to force the enemy to retreat.

Flowers of red bloomed before the eyes of those hesitating, unable to rush forward due to Chung Myung’s strength.

“ACKKKKK!”

“Kuaak!”

The Plum Blossom sword qi enveloped the Ten Thousand People clan at the front.

Even the screams seemed a luxury to those standing ahead. They became mere lumps of blood, dying without even a chance to shout.

In the moment they faced death, they would have understood one thing for sure.

The price of their pride for widening the distance against Mount Hua’s Swordsman.

Thud!

Tak!

As those who had stopped breathing fell, Chung Myung stepped onto the ground.

Chung Myung’s gaze, which had been coldly fixed on the Ten Thousand People clan, slowly turned to the side.

At that moment.

Jang Ilso’s eyes, staring at the opposite cliff, and Chung Myung’s eyes, which had overcome blood and death, met in the air.

The Desolate Gold Elder shook his head with a look of disgust.

“…That isn’t a human.”

“Why is that guy there?”

“Horrible.”

Even the Thousand Face Scholar and Black Dragon King couldn’t take their eyes off Chung Myung.

Was he strong?

It was actually a good thing. Because there were many strong people.

But such venom was something even those who had overcome tough battles had never seen before.

“…That thing must be killed.”

The moment those words came out of Desolate Gold Elder’s mouth, Jang Ilso clicked his tongue and licked his lips. The tongue grazing and wrapping around the red lips was like a snake.

“What are you doing?”

“Uh?”

“Light it up.”

Everyone was captivated by Chung Myung, but Jang Ilso was the exception.

“Do not be distracted by that clown’s actions. Well, he cannot make it this far. Blow up the cliff and bury those below!”

“Yes!”

Those who came forward with a lantern moved to light the installed wick.

Grumble!

The oil-soaked cloth caught flame in an instant, and in a moment, dozens of flames began to slide down the cliff like red snakes.

At that moment.

Tat!

Chung Myung kicked the ground and propelled himself upward.

The Ten Thousand People Clan warriors were scared and flinched, but the direction Chung Myung flew wasn’t towards them.

“What?”

The warriors were shocked, their mouths agape.

Chung Myung suddenly jumped down the cliff.

“What is he doing?”

Those at the edge of the cliff urgently looked down.

And at that moment, they saw.

Crack! Crack!

The cliffs. Chung Myung was running down the side of the steep cliff that had seemed impossible to climb.

Shock flashed through their wide-open eyes.

“That… that…”

Tatatak!

Chung Myung ran in a straight line towards the burning wicks. It looked as if he was running on flat ground.

In one hand, he held the Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword.

A bitter chuckle on his lips.

The sight would never be erased from the minds of not just the Ten Thousand People Clan warriors but every warrior present.

“Stop him, you bastards! What are you all watching for!”

At that moment, for the first time, a loud shout came out of Jang Ilso’s mouth. Startled, the Ten Thousand People Clan warriors gritted their teeth and threw themselves down the cliff too.

And Jang Ilso’s shouting awakened not only the Ten Thousand People Clan.

“Jump! Right now! Put out the wick!”

“Yes!”

Shaolin and Wudang, who had momentarily been distracted by the fierce battle happening on the cliff, hurriedly began to run.

“Damn it! Don’t fall behind! The only way to live is to move up!”

And after that, Namgung and Qingcheng also began to climb the cliff with all their might.

Live to kill.

Those who wanted to kill and those who wanted to survive.

At the mouth of the flowing Yangtze River, a fierce battle between Justice and Evil began to unfold for the first time in 100 years.