Return of Mount Hua Sect

Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 965

If someone had to convey the scene unfolding here to another, what would they say?

No matter how well you speak, you will never be able to open your mouth easily.

Is it because the situation is hard to describe?

No, it’s because nobody who hasn’t seen it with their own eyes would ever believe it.

Think about it.

The individuals present here are illustrious. Each one of them is capable of shaking Kangho just by their mere existence. Close by, there’s Shaolin, known as the greatest sect, and far away, there’s Ryeonju of Evil Tyrant Alliance, the ruler of Gangnam, and Myriad Man Manor.

Next to them are Kongtong and the Eighteen Water Fortress of the Yangtze River, whose fame resonates throughout the land.

How could anyone explain the sight of these formidable figures, whose mere reputation could intimidate the world, falling silent at the arrival of a young swordsman?

Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword. The name is definitely amazing. A title earned for confronting Jang Ilso and Evil Tyrant Alliance had a specialness that could not be compared to the nicknames held by others.

But that’s it.

No matter how grand the name Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword is, it is absolutely impossible to silence all those gathered here. No, that was impossible not only for Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword but for anyone in the world.

That’s why they came to understand.

The fact that a person’s presence is in no way dependent on their reputation.

Chung Myung’s dim eyes slowly scanned the Yangtze. Following his gaze, everyone present held their breath.

However, even though they were silent, they did not know why they were paying attention to his every move as if they were so possessed.

Chung Myung’s gaze, which had been moving slowly, soon became fixed on one place.

Plum Blossom Island.

To the very place where the survivors of Namgung were engaged in a fierce battle.

“Ah…..”

Namgung Myung’s body quivered.

It’s over there.

Although it was only one person, the person who had run to their aid.

It might change nothing. The vast battlefield couldn’t be swayed by one person’s strength.

And even if it wasn’t just one person, it would still be the same. Now, even if someone comes, no one could cross this Yangtze River to save them.

So it would be too much of a hope for Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword to save them.

But.

‘…It’s enough.’

The whole world had abandoned them. Turned their backs on them.

Perhaps what truly plunged him into despair was not the situation they were in, but the crushing loneliness of no one offering a helping hand.

However, at least there was one person. One who had rushed to their aid, as if to prove that the path they had walked wasn’t entirely wrong.

For the current Namgung Myung, that was more than enough.

It was at that moment when Namgung Myung looked at Chung Myung with reddened eyes.

“You idiots.”

Black Dragon King, who was at the bow of the Black Dragon Ship, spoke coldly in a heavy voice. The pirates who heard that voice trembled like day-old puppies that have encountered a tiger right under their noses.

Black Dragon King, who glared at the pirates with boiling eyes, turned his head and looked directly at Chung Myung.

“That brat.”

And he gritted his teeth.

It was only for a moment, but that little boy’s presence surpassed everyone here. Right here on the Yangtze River. It was an unbearable humiliation for Black Dragon King, the leader of the Eighteen Water Fortress of the Yangtze River.

It would have been something he could ignore if he hadn’t been humiliated by Jang Ilso, but having already been suppressed by Jang Ilso once, he couldn’t just stand by and accept this situation.

“What are you going to do!”

His voice, full of rage, erupted explosively.

“All you can do is vent your frustration from there. Whatever you do, it won’t change anything.”

It is a statement intended to put pressure on the opponent. But at the same time, it was a clear and harsh reality.

Because the situation was essentially over.

“Or would you rather swim to this island across the Yangtze River? The path is already cut off, you fool!”

But even after hearing those words, Chung Myung’s expression did not change at all. He just stared at Black Dragon King with a cold gaze.

His indifferent response twisted the insides of Black Dragon King. The moment Black Dragon King gritted his teeth and was about to shout, Chung Myung’s mouth, which had been closed the whole time, slowly opened.

“I’m not sure if that foolish brain can understand, but…”

“…What?”

“Let me correct you three things.”

Three things?

“First. Who said I’m alone?”

Step. Step.

At that moment, someone slowly walked up from under the riverbank where Chung Myung was standing.

Black martial attire, plum blossom pattern embroidered on the chest. And a man with an impressive white headband tied around his forehead.

Mount Hua Righteous Sword Baek Cheon.

He walked up slowly with a cold gaze and stood beside Chung Myung.

His icy gaze seemed to freeze all the pirates on the Yangtze River.

But it wasn’t just Baek Cheon. Ice Sword Plum Blossom Yoo Iseol came and stood next to Chung Myung.

Step. Step. Step.

After that, one by one, they started to reach this place. From one to ten, then over a hundred sword warriors, each with a firm step. All had an ice gaze in their eyes.

“…”

The sound of someone swallowing dry saliva was heard as loudly as thunder.

Mount Hua.

A name that no longer can be explained merely as a martial sect of Shaanxi. Mount Hua finally arrived at the Yangtze River.

“So… Sogaju….”

And Namgung Myung saw it.

A man can be seen among Mount Hua’s disciples that radiate a terrifying force. His white martial attire was stained with dried blood, turning it a sword-dark red, but how could he not recognize this man?

Namgung Dowi.

He stood there as if he were a part of Mount Hua himself.

His clothes and complexion hinted at the great hardships he must have endured, but the brilliant glow he gave off was nothing short of that Mount Hua.

A hundred sword warriors, without uttering a word, with cold eyes, shot their gazes at the pirates on the Yangtze River.

It was indeed a menacing scene. A sense of intimidation that one could never find in the Mount Hua of the past was now pressing down on the pirates of the Yangtze River.

Everyone present had witnessed Hwasan during the past Yangtze River tragedy. That’s why they knew.

The reason why Mount Hua Sect was feared wasn’t that they were strong, but because they were a sect that never backed down. Facing a sect that never backs down, regardless of the situation, was a burdensome task.

And it wasn’t just Mount Hua that had arrived.

“It seems I’m not entirely late.”

A group clad in green martial attire made their appearance.

If one doesn’t know who they are even after seeing their unique green uniform with wide sleeves, they don’t deserve to be a person of Kangho.

“Si- Sichuan Tang Family!”

Tang Gun-ak, who came leading Tang Family, captured the scene on the Yangtze River with a stern gaze. As if he would vividly remember those who died here.

The sword warriors of Namgung Family looked at Mount Hua, Sichuan Tang Family, and Namgung Dowi standing next to them with trembling eyes.

There stood Sogaju of Namgung. Even though he suffered terrible wounds that could be seen from afar, he led Mount Hua and Tang Family to save them. In a manner that would collapse and die any minute.

That fact alone ignited a new fighting spirit. They all gritted their teeth. If Sogaju had suffered such severe injuries and yet hadn’t given up on their lives until the end, how could they surrender and give up so easily?

“And… secondly.”

Chung Myung glared at Black Dragon King. At that moment, Black Dragon King’s body trembled.

‘What, those eyes…’

This is the first time he has properly faced Chung Myung. In the last war, he only briefly watched him fight against Jang Ilso. At that time, he inwardly mocked Jang Ilso for not being able to deal with a young brat immediately.

But now, upon seeing Chung Myung’s eyes, he realized it too.

That guy is no ordinary person.

A person with such eyes cannot be ordinary.

“A brat?”

A low laugh leaked from Chung Myung’s mouth. It was a laugh filled with blatant mockery, or perhaps twisted self-mockery.

“Blabbering about a war you know nothing about, like a real brat.”

Chung Myung stretched out his hand to the side. Then, Mount Hua’s disciple handed him a spare sword from behind. Chung Myung, who received the sword and put it on his waist, twisted his mouth and said.

“Let me teach you, brat.”

The corners of Chung Myung’s mouth twisted, revealing pure white teeth.

“What a real war is.”

At that moment, goosebumps rose up Black Dragon King’s back.

‘Huh?’

Why do those words, which can only be considered bluff, feel so chilling?

‘Damn it!’

Black Dragon King bit his lips. It was only a brief moment, but the fact that he was momentarily intimidated by that momentum tore his pride to shreds.

“Lastly, the third.”

Chung Myung laughed like a demon.

“It’s not about finding your path, you idiot. It’s about making it!”

At that very moment.

The martial artists of Sichuan Tang Family simultaneously drew something from beneath their sleeves. Black Dragon King, seeing what was in their hand, widened his eyes in an instant.

‘Wooden planks?’

The martial artists of Tang Family, carrying large wooden planks too large to hide on their sleeves, charged forward.

Then!

Paaaaaat!

The wooden planks, launched like hidden weapons from their hands, split the sky of the Yangtze River as they flew.

Tong! Toong! Tong! Tong!

And at that moment, everyone in the Yangtze River saw it. The wooden planks thrown by the martial artists of Tang Family landed on the surface of the Yangtze River. The planks didn’t sink immediately but floated to create a makeshift path.

Hundreds of planks connected in a line, carving a path through the vast Yangtze River.

The only a path that leads to the place they will reach, Plum Blossom Island!

“Sasuk! Sago!”

Chaeng!

Baek Cheon and Yoo Iseol drew their swords without delay.

“Break through the front!”

“Understood!”

“Okay!”

“Nangung Dowi!”

“Yes!”

“Open the way! Make a path to Namgung with your own hands!”

Namgung Dowi responded with a face bearing a grave resolve.

“Yes!”

No further explanation was necessary. Without being told, they all knew what needed to be done.

“Namgung Family!”

Chung Myung shouted with all his might.

The sword warrior of Namgung clenched their teeth and looked at him.

“We’re coming now.”

“….”

“Hold on, even if you have to cling to their trouser legs!”

Namgung Family’s sword warriors’ hearts were instantly filled with warmth.

“Yes!”

Chaeng!

Chung Myung, with his sword drawn, bared his teeth.

“Well, then….”

Everyone on the Yangtze River waited in anticipation.

For the words that would follow.

“Let’s go. To save Namgung!”

Paaaaat!

As soon as the words were finished, Baek Cheon and Yoo Iseol, without a hint of hesitation, shot forth like beams of light. After that, Mount Hua and Tang Family rushed in a long line.

It was as if a black dragon and a green dragon were frolicking in the Yangtze River.

Chung Myung, kicked the ground and leaping over the backs of the two dragons, propelled his body forward rapidly.

“Here we go, you bastards!”

With the sun of the Yangtze River to its back, Chung Myung’s sword shone brightly, as if to drive away all the remaining darkness on the river.