Chapter 879

Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 879

Kagagak!

Gu Yu Sword Warrior’s face was horribly distorted.

Paaaat!

“Keuk!”

A sword energy as intense as a flash of lightning swiftly grazed right beside his face. The skin on his jaw split open, creating a long, red scar from his jaw down to his cheek.

‘Damn it!’

This was by no means a half-baked swordsmanship. This is a sword strike that can only be used by a swordsman who has swung and swung his sword over and over again to the point where it is hard to tell whether the sword was being held in the palm of the hand or sprouting from the fingertips.

How was he supposed to accept the fact that a woman who looks much younger than him shows off a sword energy that can put his sword to shame?

“This…!”

As wounds continued to form on his body, Gu Yu Sword Warrior’s face also began to show signs of anger.

Whoever this damned woman was, the fact remained that she was pushing him to his limits and creating blood lines all over his body.

He let out a roar and slashed his sword horizontally. The fierce sword energy began to sweep forward like a stream of water pouring from a burst embankment.

“Eat this….”

Pareureu!

But at that moment, Gu Yu Sword Warrior’s eyes widened in shock.

Suddenly, red petals bloomed like a cloud in front of him and seized everywhere his sword energy stretched out. The sword energy that hadn’t fully extended collided with the petals and was pushed back a considerable distance.

“Cough!”

The internal strength that couldn’t proceed forward flowed back and turned his insides upside down. The fishy blood came out of my throat.

‘Dammit!’

This can’t be happening.

He’s Gu Yu Sword Warrior. He has made a name for himself in the world long before that young woman was even in her mother’s womb. And now, he was forced to cough up blood in a sword-to-sword fight?

This could never have happened. Never.

“You piece of shit!”

Gu Yu Sword Warrior pulled his sword back. Soon, seven rays of black light began to spread out.

A terrifyingly sharp sword that sends the victims to the underworld without even knowing how they died.

It was the moment he unleashed his unique sword technique, Twelve Life-Reaping Thunders (?????(奪命十二雷)), which gave him the name of Gu Yu Sword Warrior, unfolded.

However,

Tat!

As soon as the sword was released, Tang Soso kicked the ground and retreated. The Gu Yu Sword Warrior’s sword, which was rushing at an incredible speed, was withdrawn without being able to advance even an inch in front of Tang Soso’s neck.

‘What….’

Gu Yu Sword Warrior opened his eyes wide.

A coincidence? Or not?

‘Nonsense.’

There’s no way that young woman could have known the reach of his sword. Could she have instantly predicted how far the sword she saw for the first time would extend and retreat just that much?

Is that possible? In the midst of this vicious battle?

No, even if it were possible, wouldn’t her neck be pierced if her calculations were slightly off? What nerve did she have to stop exactly there?

‘Is she sane?’

At that moment.

As he retracted his sword, Gu Yu Sword Warrior’s eyes met with Tang Soso’s emotionless eyes.

Goosebumps.

He instantly felt goosebumps running all over his body.

Eyes without even the slightest emotion are watching him like a snake hunting for its prey. As if she wasn’t going to miss even the slightest movement.

“This… This…!”

Gu Yu Sword Warrior gritted his teeth and shouted.

He couldn’t admit that he felt momentarily creeped out by the gaze of a mere child. And he couldn’t accept that this young swordmaster was scrutinizing him in the midst of combat.

“Dieeeee!”

At the same time that roar of rage burst from his mouth, twelve black thunder erupted from his sword.

Stronger, faster.

Putting all the strength he could muster into his sword strike, it transformed into twelve thunder, rushing towards Tang Soso.

‘There’s no use in retreating.’

He is not the type of person who will suffer again what he suffered once. If she tried the same move, he’d pierce her throat on the spot…

It was then.

Tat!

Tang Soso spun around and lightly jumped up. Her sword clashed briefly with the onslaught of sword energy aimed at her.

In that instant, using the recoil, Tang Soso lifted herself even higher into the air.

‘Stupid!’

That’s the worst move to use. In mid-air, one can’t move freely.

‘I’ll pierce you like a skewer!’

Feeling inwardly delighted, he once again tried to deploy the Twelve Life-Reaping Thunder towards Tang Soso, who was airborne.

However,

Pareureu!

Red sword energy rose from the edge of Tang Soso’s sword along with a short sound like a dragonfly flapping its wings.

One flower, another flower, and soon dozens.

Gu Yu Sword Warrior forgot that he was even trying to unleash his sword energy and looked at the scene blankly.

The brightly blooming red flowers even covered Tang Soso’s body. The vast sky that caught his eye was entirely covered with red flowers.

And

Hwaaaaak!

The blossoming flowers dispersed all at once, scattering like rain across the world.

Rain of red flowers.

“Ah….”

A word popped into Gu Yu Sword Warrior’s mind at that moment.

“Innumerable…….”

The ultimate technique symbolizes the Sichuan Tang Family.

A legendary martial art passed down in the Tang Family, where once unleashed, it appears as if the entire sky is raining flowers.

“Innumerable… Rain of Flower.” (????(萬千花雨))

Through the pouring flower rain, with nowhere to run, he caught a glimpse of the bright green thread attached to Tang Soso’s sword. A voice as if in pain came out of Gu Yu Sword Warrior’s mouth.

“The Tang Family….”

An illusion-like shower of flowers ruthlessly and brilliantly swept over his entire body. The whole sky was covered with petals.

“…Darn it.”

Those were the last words Gu Yu Sword Warrior left in this world.

“Aaaaargh!”

A piercing scream echoed through the empty air.

“That….”

Wei Lishan’s mouth was agape.

The sword warriors of Mount Hua were forcefully pushing back an enemy that seemed to be three times as many. It was clearly visible that the people who had been pushed out by Mount Hua’s sword were becoming more and more entangled with each other and were being pushed into a corner.

“…Oh my goodness.”

The word one-sided is probably used in situations like this.

And that one-sided state of the battlefield brought Wei Lishan more confusion than joy.

He knows their skills better than anyone, having faced them himself.

How could these enemies, who were terrifying enough to be called death incarnate when he faced them in person, could be so helplessly pushed and defeated?

Wei Lishan suddenly looked around.

As expected, the other Sect Leader of Xi’an also had expressions of disbelief as they gazed at this unbelievable scene.

“Mount, Mount Hua….”

“Just like that….”

I guess so.

Even Wei Lishan, who could pride himself as one of the people who knew Mount Hua’s skills the best, couldn’t help but feel dismayed by what Mount Hua was showing now. How much more for the others?

Paaaaat!

The red sword energy sprayed by Mount Hua’s swordmasters fills the air and decorates the sky.

“Um…”

Someone’s vague voice floated by.

“Should we also help…”

Then laughter burst out here and there.

“You mean that fight?”

“…N- No, but….”

“With our abilities, we will only hinder, let alone be a help. To offer help, one has to be at the appropriate level.”

“…That’s true.”

Everyone once again lost themselves in watching Mount Hua’s swordmasters. Some swallowed dry saliva. There was no way they could not be awestruck watching the sword filling the air like an illusion.

‘I thought it would be hard to compare him with Southern Edge Sect.’

The fundamental limitations that Mount Hua has.

That their disciples are still young and inexperienced.

Therefore, regardless of what would happen in a few decades, they thought that at least for now, Mount Hua would not be able to follow Southern Edge Sect, who was being strongly supported by its first-class disciples and elders.

But the spectacle before their eyes was enough to shatter such perception.

And

“Aaaaakh!”

Seeing the spectacle of Gu Yu Sword Warrior screaming as he was enveloped in red petals, the sect leaders of Xi’an unconsciously clenched their fists.

‘It seems pointless to discuss the future. They can confront Southern Edge Sect right now.’

‘I never thought Mount Hua would become this strong…..’

The overwhelming awe and proudness that was hard to express swept through their hearts. Those whom even they once looked down on have grown to such a dazzling degree.

At that moment, Wei Lishan limped forward.

“Sect Leader….”

Then Hyun Jong, who had been looking at the situation with hands behind, turned his head and faced Wei Lishan.

“Wei Munju. Are you okay?”

“…Yes, I am fine, Sect Leader.”

“We arrived quite late. Please forgive us.”

“Why would you say that, Sect Leader? The mere fact that you’re here makes this disciple happy.”

Hyun Jong gently patted Wei Lishan’s shoulder with warm eyes..

“You have been through a lot.”

Wei Lishan felt a momentary emotional surge and almost choked up, but then quickly surveyed the battlefield. This is because he felt strange to be having such a casual conversation amidst this intense battle.

But this wasn’t his fault. The relaxed demeanor of Hyun Jong, who seemed to not be worried despite his disciples fighting, had loosened his own tension.

Wei Lishan hesitated for a moment and asked.

“Will it be alright?”

“Yes?”

“Although they have gained momentum, our opponents are not to be taken lightly. If there’s anything we can do to help…”

“It is fine.”

“However ….”

“Again, it is fine.”

Hyun Jong gave a slight smile and nodded.

“They are not the sort to have problems at that level. Just trust and watch.”

“Ah….”

Wei Lishan hesitated for a moment as if he still had something more to say, but upon seeing Hyun Jong’s serene face, he simply nodded.

This is because he could feel the solid trust Hyun Jong had for his disciples.

In the past, Hyun Jong could not hide his anxiety even when his disciples were facing opponents they could easily handle. But now, even when his disciples were facing incredibly strong enemies, he showed no sign of worry.

Has Hyun Jong changed? Or…

“Do you find it weird?”

“Oh….”

Hyun Jong asked with a slight smile if he had noticed such Wei Lishan’s feelings. Wei Lishan was startled and quickly bowed his head.

“My apologies. This disciples find it hard to fathom Sect Leader’s profound intentions…”

“It’s only natural.”

“…Yes?”

Instead of answering right away, Hyun Jong gazed quietly at the battlefield.

The plum blossoms decorate the battlefield beautifully, but what appears on the surface is not everything. Inside is a dangerous and fearful place where lives come and go.

However,

“If anyone has watched the time those kids spent, they would feel the same. Being anxious about something like this would be a disregard for those children and a disregard for the time they spent.”

After hearing those words, Wei Lishan looks back at the battlefield with a blank face.

‘Just what…’

Hyun Jong’s words were filled with unwavering conviction. He couldn’t help but wonder just what kind of training they had been doing over the period.

“There’s no need to worry.”

At that time, Hyun Jong’s calm voice penetrated into his ears.

“Mount Hua is strong.”

Wei Lishan was momentarily at a loss for words. An indescribable emotion welled up and overwhelmed his chest.

How long had he waited to hear these words?

The words that he thought he might never hear for the rest of his life finally came out of Hyun Jong’s mouth.

“Sect Leader….”

The incredibly strong disciples of Mount Hua.

And the deeply serious and steadfast Sect Leader of Mount Hua.

Anyone bearing the name of Mount Hua, whether a disciple from the main mountain or a subsidiary sect, would undoubtedly feel the same emotions.

“And.”

“…Yes?”

At that time, Hyun Jong pointed to someone with a chin gesture.

“If he thought it was even the slightest bit dangerous, he would have already gone on a rampage. The fact that he’s still holding back means we’re far from danger.”

Where he pointed, there was the back of a man. The man stood with his arms crossed in the back.

Just by looking at his haphazardly tied, curly hair, it was clear who he was.

“Chung Myung Dojang.”

Wei Lishan bit his lips unknowingly, looking at that strong back that wasn’t even the slightest bit disturbed.