Return of the Mount Hua Sect
Chapter 881: Those Drunk In The Past Are Dead (1)

“Accck!”

The sword sliced through a shoulder, leaving a long line of blood on the side. Those who had been causing havoc suddenly found themselves facing the harsh reality of what happened when their opponents responded calmly to emotional attacks.

“N-No.”

“R-run now!”

They weren’t stupid, just evil.

If they hadn’t been able to read the situation, they wouldn’t have maintained their infamy for long in the challenging Southern Lands. The moment they sensed they were at a disadvantage, the only thought that occupied their minds was to escape.

But to where?

The enemy was on all sides. Surrounding a larger group with a smaller one was a foolish move that no one who had read even a single word of strategy would have chosen. Still, now they were proving with their swords that what mattered was not the number of people, but their skills.

Paat!

A cold face, and a sword even colder than the face, slashed and stabbed vital points without a moment of hesitation.

Their breath caught in their throats, their hearts sinking.

The sight of a hundred or so peak-level swordsmen, all trained in the same swordsmanship and advancing in perfect sync, reminded everyone here why a famous sect was a symbol of fear.

There was no way they didn’t realize that if they continued like this, annihilation would be the outcome. Of course, after the initial fierce fight, most of them were subdued and fell rather than being killed…

‘Damn it, what is the difference!’

Even if they were subdued, these Mount Hua people wouldn’t let them go just like that. They would definitely lose their martial arts and be locked up, which for them was worse than death.

“Ackkk!”

Unable to withstand the pressure, someone attempted to leap over the heads of the Mount Hua swordsmen. But before they could even jump, a flying sword severed their leg.

“… damn it.”

The eyes of the evil sect members were filled with despair.

If they had only been violently pushing forward with their youthful looks, it wouldn’t have seemed so hopeless. In that case, there would definitely have been an opening. But these damned bastards were so cold and calm that their age seemed insignificant.

From the beginning to the present, their sword-swinging form hadn’t wavered at all.

The one who knocked down the opponent by cutting across the chest stabbed the fallen opponent’s wrist without blinking an eye, completely disabling him, and then moved on to the next opponent without care. There was something about the sight that made the hearts of those watching feel creeped out.

“… they say that you cannot trust the rumors around a sect.”

The words someone let out like a groan represented everyone’s feelings.

The world had misunderstood Mount Hua.

If they had known even a little bit about who they were, they would never have set foot on this land. Where was the insane man who put his own head into the tiger’s mouth?

But as always, regret was too late, no matter how fast it arrived.

There was no way for them to turn back from a wrong choice.

A half-bloodied beast with a hardened face looked around.

‘This isn’t looking good.’

The situation was getting worse.

The problem wasn’t that the opponent was strong. The real problem was that these fools were losing their will to fight.

When the Evil Sect gained momentum, they attacked more harshly than anyone else. Still, once they lost momentum, they crumbled like sand.

It was expected. Those who were of the Evil Sect were there for a reason.

Why would those who care most about their own lives, the wealth that was given to them, and their own feelings risk their lives and fight?

If they felt that their life was in danger, no matter what situation it was, it was in their nature to seek a way to live.

In such a situation, there was just one way to reorganize the battle line: the presence of a strong leader.

But… they looked only to see Gal Cheon-rip frozen in place.

‘He was wrong.’

This situation couldn’t be resolved with such a fool.

Well, if he had the ability, he wouldn’t have been just one of the Seven Killers of Jiangxi.

That guy seemed to think he could become Jang Ilso if he put his mind to it, but that would be an insult to Jang Ilso for this kind of idiot to even mention such a name. They were different from the start.

‘The situation?’

The Soul-breaking Killer turned his sharp gaze to assess the situation around him.

‘Fucking moron.’

The Spear Ghost was retreating without thinking against the two Mount Hua swordsmen.

It was a pitiful thing to do compared to his reputation. Still, if they really had to be picky, it wasn’t a situation where one could criticize him. First of all, that hole in the shoulder was preventing him from displaying his skills.

And…

‘It isn’t just two.’

On the surface, he was fighting only two, but in reality, he was fighting three. No, maybe he was fighting more than three. He seemed to feel tremendous pressure from the man who was quietly glaring at the swordsmen swinging their swords in front of him.

This young man with curly hair. The man who must have made that hole in that shoulder. Even from a distance, an eerie atmosphere could be felt.

The same went for the Bloody Blade Killer.

He had no advantage against the three Mount Hua swordsmen. If he had rushed in just to be wounded, he would’ve fallen while leaking blood.

But they didn’t think it was necessary to take that risk, or they judged it to be more efficient, so they were leisurely wearing the man down slowly.

And…

‘Again?’

There was another person standing behind the disciples of Mount Hua.

A female swordsman standing with an expressionless face that didn’t fit on the battlefield. The moment he saw her, the Soul-Breaking Killer felt his entire body tense up and his palms sweat.

“Ugh… that damned Gal Cheon-rip,”

Those two weren’t the only ones.

Anyone who looked at the battlefield calmly would realize that Mount Hua’s strength that was currently attacking them was less than half of its actual power.

Those who could be called the true core of Mount Hua were not even swinging their swords.

The key figures who infiltrated the battlefield were like a mother tiger training her cubs to hunt, throwing suitable prey in front of them, and observing the battlefield from behind.

They were ready to step in at any time if someone was in danger.

This meant that if they had been at the forefront, this battle would have been over.

‘You are saying that they aren’t at the level of the Nine Great Sects even now?’

What nonsense.

No matter how great the Nine Great Sects were, it was impossible for them to have a hundred swordsmen like this. No sect in the world would be able to clear the battlefield without a single casualty against Mount Hua.

There might be a limit to their numbers, but they had already surpassed the level of small and medium-sized sects. How many sects in the Nine Great Sects could guarantee to defeat them?

The eyes of the Soul Breaking Killer remained cold.

Would he personally step forward and clear the battlefield right now?

Not possible.

Someone might be able to turn the tide by their presence. But, the battlefield was now swirling like a torrent, so if they jumped in with meager skills, they would be swept away without even screaming.

Could he completely turn the tide of the battlefield with his skills?

It was impossible.

The Soul Breaking Killer, having conflicted thoughts, took a step back.

He criticized the nature of the Evil Sect, but he was one of them too. The attributes couldn’t be much different. In particular, the tendencies of those who got pushed to the north were similar after all.

What he desperately needed now was to escape with his life.

Fortunately, they were not paying attention to him yet. It might be impossible to escape quietly without making a sound. Still, if he could take down one or two of them in one swift move while they were distracted, it wouldn’t be difficult to open a path and escape.

The pursuit would follow, but hadn’t he survived countless pursuits so far? If he could escape the siege for just a moment, he was confident he would survive.

So…

‘Over there!’

It was the moment when the Soul Breaking Killer, who had found a tiny opening, kicked the ground and moved.

“Where are you running off to so quickly?”

The strength in his legs, which had been ready to push, faltered, and his knees buckled.

He bit his lip and slowly straightened his bent body. Then, he looked back at the person who had come up behind him.

“… you realized?”

“If you look around creepily, wouldn’t it be stranger if we didn’t realize?”

A deep sigh escaped the mouth of the Soul Breaking Killer.

‘Damn it, that is right.’

There was no way things would get resolved so quickly.

Kuaak.

He clenched his fists and opened his mouth to address the person standing in front of him.

“If you are quick-witted, you will be quick to give orders.”

“Hahaha, I have lived long enough, so who cares about it?”

“… if the guys are acting right, I will just sit back and watch. Is there really a need to step ahead and act along?”

“When the guys are fighting so hard, how can I just stand back and hold the burden? I don’t know about others, but there would be no one who would stay to watch and hold back in Mount Hua.”

The face of the Soul Breaking Killer gradually darkened.

At first glance, it wasn’t easy. And the feeling was bound to be different. Unlike the Mount Hua swordsmen currently fighting, the one standing in front was someone who had brightly answered.

“Who?”

When asked softly, the one standing in front of him brightly smiled and answered.

“I am an elder of Mount Hua, Hyun Sang.”

“… elder.”

It was unfair. The others were fighting second and third-class disciples, but he had to face an elder.

But then again…

The Soul Breaking Killer glanced behind Hyun Sang. There were no other disciples behind him.

“If I kill this old man, the path will open up, right?”

“Right. If you kill me, you will be able to escape.”

Crack.

The Soul Breaking Killer’s fist made a cracking sound. At the same time, both hands began to turn red.

“You picked the wrong opponent, old man. I am different from those morons.”

“I know.”

Hyun Sang nodded with a quiet smile. At the same time, he slowly began to draw the sword at his waist.

“That is why I have to face you. Of course, there are many people here stronger than me, but I wouldn’t be able to save my face as an elder if I handled a weak one.”

“Save face…”

The Soul Breaking Killer, who was about to sneer, closed his mouth for a moment.

No, to be precise, it closed on its own. Hyun Sang’s sudden change of demeanor made him suffocate for a moment.

Before he pulled out that sword, he seemed like an old man, but the moment he held the sword, his entire nature changed.

The aura of a swordsman who had endured the storms of time with his entire body pressed down on him like a force. Unlike those young disciples who were like blades, his aura felt majestic, heavy, and serious.

It was an aura that didn’t deviate an inch from what the world thought of as the right path.

“Is this the sword of Mount Hua…?”

“There is no such thing. Everything is the sword of Mount Hua.”

“…”

“It is just a little bit more worn and a little bit heavier. But… I won’t disappoint you.”

The Soul Breaking Killer bit his lips tightly.

‘Damn it, I shouldn’t have come here.’

The Soul Breaking Killer thought that this might really be the last time, and he brought up his internal qi as much as he could.

“I will end that tough life here for you, old man!”

He pulled out the qi from both hands like blades and struck Hyun Sang in one swift motion.