Return of the Mount Hua Sect
Chap 900

Covering the sky with bright redness, plum blossoms were blooming on the tiny layer of yellow dust.

Plum blossoms kept blooming, and soon turned into a crimson cloud.

That blood-colored cloud quickly swallowed the dense dust and countless flying needles that were aimed at Chung Myung.

“Ugh!”

Tang Gun-nak’s eyes were filled with joy.

‘This monster!’

Soul Reaping Sha is an extremely poisonous sand. Therefore, no one can avoid being poisoned when he uses Soul Reaping Sha.

Just inhaling a little amount of it in the air, it will penetrate into the lungs, even, just touching the skin, the poison permeates throughout the whole body.

Regardless of whether or not the person hit by the Soul Reaping Sha can stop its toxicity, there is no way for him to prevent himself from being poisoned.

However, Chung Myung used sword Qi, not palm force, to repel Soul Reaping Sha.

It was as if he believed that his sword qi resembling plum blossoms in full bloom would be executed perfectly without a single flaw.

That magnificent sword Qi was so terrifying that no one could explain its beauty.

𝑆𝑤𝑎𝑎𝑒𝑒𝑘!

The flying needles that were caught in the magnificent sword aura were literally crushed. This means that the speed and power of the sword far exceeded the level that the needles can withstand.

Swordsmanship he had seen several times in the past.

But Tang Gun-nak knew. They are similar only in appearance. As for power, speed,and finesse, all are far beyond the past.

𝘒𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘨!

The moment before the last flying needle was crushed, Chung Myung rushed straight through the plum blossom forest towards him. A twisted smile spread over his lips.

𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑚!

𝑆𝑤𝑎𝑎𝑒𝑒𝑘.

As soon as he saw Chung Myung rushing at a terrible speed, the blood in Tang Gun-nak's body froze.

Although he had experienced it, he still could not get used to this murderous intent of Chung Myung. The muscles in his body tensed, and his heart began to pound relentlessly.

𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑚!

The flying knife filled with internal energy to tear the wind rushed towards Chung Myung. With a ferocious aura that seemed to kill him instantly.

But Tang Gun-nak knew well.

This devil who was swinging his sword would never move the way his opponent wanted. He would definitely move in the direction that Tang Gun-nak hates the most.

Sure enough, Chung Myung charged at a faster pace straight towards the flying blades.

Chung Myung turned around in the air, swinging the Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword winding like a dragon ascending, colliding with the rushing flying knife.

𝘒𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘨!

Streams of Qi collided, emitting a violent Void-Breaking Sound.

‘I know you won’t disappoint me!’

Tang Gun-nak recovered the Soul Chasing Dagger that had fallen on the floor. Then another 3 Soul Chasing Daggers were launched from his sleeve as if nothing happened.

Three venomous daggers created three vortexes. The blades and handles rotating sucked the rainfall of Soul Reaping Sha, forming a hurricane.

𝘒𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘨! 𝐹𝑊𝐻𝑂𝑂𝑆𝐻!

And Tang Gun-nak saw.

Chung Myung’s sword vibrated,

And there, plum blossoms started blooming.

'… … .'
His eyes widened all of a sudden.

Attack and defense happened in the blink of an eye, splitting the fleeting time. In the extreme speed, Chung Myung’s sword seemed to move in a different timeline.

It was an excessively slow moving sword, but in reality it was never slow. Because the surrounding time passed slower than the sword.

Kwagak!
Tang Gun-nak’s flying daggers pierced the blooming plum blossoms. As if to prove how absurd it is to block his flying daggers with those delicate petals.

However, before the daggers could show their majesty, the newly bloomed plum blossoms immediately flew towards them.

The fluttering petals then clung to the blades. The plum blossoms, which came one by one, gently wrapped around the flying daggers and gently pushed it aside.

'What?'
Tang Gun-nak's eyes widened.

𝘙𝘜𝘔𝘔𝘔𝘉𝘓𝘌! 𝘞𝘏𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘚𝘚𝘏𝘏𝘏!
The flying daggers, loaded with immense internal  force, still rushed in with terrifying momentum, but the direction had already changed significantly from Tang Gun-nak's intentions.

The three vortexes swinging wildly that were supposed to stab Chung Myung gently passed by his body.
They dashed away like a beam of light, taking along the Soul Reaping Sha.
The daggers had passed through, but facing Chung Myung now was a rain of extremely poisonous sand.

That moment.

Chung Myung’s sword drew a circle in the air.
Even though it was drawn with a blade, it gave a strange, yet clear, feeling of softness. And then, the sword instantly slashed forward at a terrifying speed.

𝘚𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘩!
It was clearly visible in the eyes of Tang Gun-nak.
The image of the rain of Soul Reaping Sha that was chasing Chung Myung’s sword being pushed aside.

No matter how strong his internal energy is, dust is just dust. As the tip of the sword pushed the air away, the Soul Reaping Sha began to be sucked into the empty space like a fantasy.

𝘉𝘢𝘮!
Tang Gun-nak quickly stomped on the floor and flew back.

'I thought you would return as a dragon.'

… … But is this any different from a monster?

Tang Gun-nak would not have been surprised if Chung Myung had used that sword to draw a dense forest of plum blossoms like Mount Tai to block his attack. Even if he had crushed the flying daggers into powder by using his tremendous inner force, he would have taken it as a matter of course.

However, this was different from the 'growth' that Tang Gun-nak expected.

He could not understand.
He had no way of knowing how much power and effort Chung Myung was putting in with each blow. However, Tang Gun-nak could feel, every attack of his became too powerless in the face of the sword that was stirring the skies there.

Tang Gun-nak's hands quickly slipped into his sleeves.
He must think short and act quickly.

𝑆𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ!
Poison Thorn Ivy (毒蒺藜) and Wu Feather Needle (牛毛針) were held on Tang Gun-nak's fingertips. As soon as it came into contact with the air, the poison immediately gasified, and covered the entire area with black Poisonous Smoke (毒煙).

'Not enough!'

Tang Gun-nak's hand reached the Life Reaping Dart (奪命鏢) that had been sleeping deep in his sleeve.

He didn't think these hidden weapons and poisons would be able to stop the rush of Chung Myung. As the head of the Tang family, it is impossible to say these words with his mouth, but these poisons and hidden weapons are too powerless to stop someone who could not be stopped even by the techniques that he exerted with all his might.

It can only buy a fleeting amount of time.
But if you can only afford those moments that are less than the blink of an eye, that's enough!

But at that moment, Tang Gun-nak saw.

Amidst the waves of poison and hidden weapons that overturned the front like a black ripple, a bright red line bloomed like the dawn that cut through the darkness.

True to the saying, darkness does not exist completely where there is light, the wave of hidden weapons he created gradually lost its momentum in front of the red line.
As soon as the smoke was splitted in half, a clear path opened between the waves of hidden weapons.

That moment, even the Poison King Tang Gun-nak renowned under heaven was shocked at the scene unfolding in front of his eyes.

He forgot that he had been fighting with all his might right now.

Swordsmanship that reached the extreme.

At the end of the flickering red streak that caught everyone's attention was the Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword.
All the techniques he used to foil Chung Myung even for a moment, lost all their meaning in the face of that sword.

Phenomena that cannot be expressed in words.

Like a fantasy.

Even Tang Gun-nak, who was only firing attacks from distance, felt this pressure, so how do those who stand in front of Chung Myung in the battlefield where lives come and go feel?

'Can't stop... … .'
No matter what he did, he couldn’t stop it.

'If so.'

At that moment, Tang Gun-nak’s eyes were filled with determination.
𝐹𝑊𝐻𝑂𝑂𝑆𝐻! 𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒!
Tang Gun-nak sang out four flying daggers without a slightest of hesitation. With enough force to crush the tip of his finger that pushed the tip of the handle.

𝘙𝘜𝘔𝘔𝘔𝘉𝘓𝘌! 𝘊𝘏𝘞𝘈𝘈𝘈𝘒!!!
The two flying daggers charged forward, creating a terrible aftershock. Following the two daggers that rushed like lightning were two daggers dancing and winding in the air.
“Haiyaaa!”
A loud shout exploded from Tang Gun-nak’s mouth, and then four more daggers erupted from his fingertips.

Five Serial Thunders (五雷連環).
He released 4 of five flying daggers in the Five Serial Thunders. There was still one last flying dagger left in Tang Gun-nak's hand, a dagger that, once released, he could not retrieve.

And
𝙒𝙃𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙎𝙎𝙎𝙃𝙃𝙃!

The last dagger.
Soul Chasing Dagger, lying on Tang Gun-nak's palm, jumped and leaped like a living carp. The internal energy injected into it was so much that it exceeded the limit the dagger could endure. Soul Chasing Dagger began to move on its own, as if a life had been breathed into it, not just the strength.
𝙒𝙃𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙎𝙎𝙎𝙎𝙎𝙃𝙃𝙃!
'More!'
The face of Tang Gun-nak, who had spent an enormous amount of internal strength, began to turn white.
But this was not enough. Only this much was not enough to stop Chung Myung. It was not enough to stop that sword.

"MORE!"
Thoughts turned into voices and came out of his mouth.

𝙒𝙃𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙎𝙎𝙎𝙃𝙃𝙃!
The flying dagger gradually calmed down, then it left his trembling hand and floated up about three inches above.

'More!'

Kaang! Kaang!
At that time, the first two flying blades bounced off powerlessly as if the momentum just now was colorless.
The two following daggers carrying the whirlwind were also not enough to stop Chung Myung’s sword.
Perhaps the four flying blades that were rushing to him in the rear would also be blown away in vain.

𝘙𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘮𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦!

But it doesn't matter.

𝙍𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙢𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚!

Because all those attacks existed only for this one move.

𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱.
Red blood squirted from between Tang Gun-nak's lips and ran down his chin.
His ultimate attack was still incomplete. But that made it even more dangerous.
Tang Gun-nak's fingertips trembled slightly as soon as he saw that the dagger had finally stopped shaking.

Because there was a doubt in his heart.

'Can he take it?'

Will he be able to withstand this powerful blow?

Am I doing something I shouldn't be doing right now?

I… … .

Tang Gun-nak took his eyes off the dagger and looked ahead.

At that moment, what he saw was the cold eyes of Chung Myung, who was charging fiercely towards him, were staring at him.

“… … .”

Blood formed a red arc on Tang Gun-nak‘s wet lips.

'Of course… … .'

Hesitation disappeared like a mist, only a firm will remained in his eyes.
'I trust you!'

The movement of Soul Chasing Dagger, which was floating on Tang Gun-nak's hand, completely stopped.
“Go.”

He slowly extended his hand forward. Careful and gentle as if caressing a child who was just born into this world.

The Soul Chasing Dagger floating on his hand slowly rose into the air.