Return of the Mount Hua Sect
Chapter 965

If someone had to describe what was happening in this place to someone else, what would they say?

No matter how good you are at talking, you will never be able to open your mouth easily.

Is it because it is difficult to express the situation?

No. Because if they do not get to it with their own two eyes, no one would believe the scene unfolding right in front of their eyes right now.

Think about it.

All the people standing here are big shots in Jianghu. Each and every one of them can shake the world with just their presence alone. Nearby is Shaolin, who is called the Greatest Sect in the world, and at a distance, there is the peak of Evil Supreme Alliance and the ruler of Gangnam, Ten Thousand People Room.

And the Kunlun Sect and the Waterway Eighteen Fortresses along the Yangtze River are also those who have a high reputation in the world.

How can one explain the scene in which the eminent people who have made their way to the world with just that reputation have gone silent with the appearance of a young swordsman?

Mount Hua’s Sword of Chivalry. That name is definitely great. The nickname that he got after standing against Jang Il-so and Sapa-ryeon in the Yangtze’s Righteous - Evil War, like no one else, had a special quality that was incomparable to other nicknames in this realm.

But that's it.

No matter how great the name of Mount Hua’s Sword of Chivalry is , it is absolutely impossible to silence everyone gathered here. No, that was impossible for anyone in the world, let alone that name of him.

That's why they realized.

The fact that a person's presence has never depenđe on his reputation.

Chung Myung slowly swept his dark eyes across the Yangtze River. Following that gaze, everyone present in the Yangtze River held their breath.

Although they remained silent, they didn't know why they were paying attention to his every move as if they were possessed.

Finally his eyes stopped, and were fixed on one place.

Plum Blossom Island.

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

"Ah… … .”

Namgung Myung's body shook.

Over there.

It's only one person, but the one who ran for them.

Nothing might change. Because this huge battlefield cannot be controlled by one person.

And even if he didn’t come alone. Now, no matter who comes, they won't be able to cross the Yangtze River to save them.

So, expecting Mount Hua to come save them would be too much of an expectation.

But,

'… … That's enough.'

Everyone in the world has abandoned them, ignored them.

Perhaps what truly drove him into despair was not the situation they were in, but the desperate loneliness that no one would reach out a hand to help them.

But at least there was now one. The one who ran to save them. As if to prove that the path they took was not wrong at all.

That was enough for Namgung Myung now.

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

“Those idiots.”

Black Dragon King rose to stand at the top of the Black Dragon Ship, then spoke coldly in a heavy voice. Hearing the voice, the pirates trembled like puppies who encountered a tiger right in front of their noses.

Black Dragon King glared at the pirates with boiling eyes, then turned his head to face Chung Myung.

“You son of a bitch.”

And clenched his teeth.

It was only for a moment, but that boy's presence surpassed everyone here. Right here in the Yangtze River. It was an unbearable humiliation for the Black Dragon King, Master of the Yangtze’s Eighteen Fortresses.

If it wasn't for the humiliation suffered by Jang Il-so, it would have been something he could have passed on, but he was already suppressed by Jang Il-so once, and he couldn't stand this situation.

“What are you going to do!”

His angry voice burst out explosively.

“I guess all you can do is vent your anger there. No matter what you do, nothing will change.”

It is a statement intended to stifle an opponent. But at the same time, it was a clear and stark fact.

Because it seems that the situation is already over.

“Or, would you like to swim the Yangtze River to this island? The road has already been cut off. Fool!”

However, even after hearing those words, Chung Myung's expression did not change at all. He just coldly stared at the Black Dragon King.

That nonchalant response turned his insides upside down. The moment Black Dragon King was about to scream, Chung Myung suddenly slowly opened his mouth.

“I don’t know if you can understand with that stupid head… … .”

“… … what?"

“I’ll make three corrections.”

Three?

"First. Who did you say is alone?”

𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑝. 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑝.

At that moment, someone slowly walked up from the mound on the riverside where Chung Myung was standing.

A black robe with a plum blossom pattern embroidered on the chest. And a man with a white hero gun wrapped around his forehead.

Mount Hua’s Righteous Sword Baek Cheon.

He walked slowly with cold, sunken eyes and stood beside Chung Myung.

His cold eyes, like Ten Thousand-year Ice, seemed to freeze all of Yangtze's pirates.

Next to him, Ice Sword Maehwa Yu Yi-seol also walked over to Chung Myung's side ever since.

𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑝. 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑝.

After that, they started to reach this place one by one. One person, then ten, then a hundred swordsmen appeared with their resolute steps. Everyone's eyes were cold.

“… … .”

The sound of someone swallowing dry saliva resounded like thunder.

Mount Hua.

Now, that name cannot be fully explained with just the phrase ‘Shaanxi’s Sword Gate’. The Mount Hua Sect had finally arrived at the Yangtze River.

"Young … Young Patriarch... … .”

And Namgung Myung saw it.

A man who can be seen in the Mount Hua waves was giving off an aura that radiated goosebumps. His white uniform was stained dark red with dried blood, but how could he not recognize that man?

Namgung Dowi.

He stood there like a disciple of Mount Hua.

The clothes and complexion made it easy to guess how much suffering he had endured, but the bright eyes he radiated were by no means inferior to those of Mount Hua.

One hundred swordsmen just stared at the pirates in the Yangtze River with cold eyes without uttering a single word.

It was truly an overwhelming sight. A sense of intimidation that could never be found in the Mount Hua Sect in the past was weighing down the Sapa of the Yangtze River.

Everyone here has seen Mount Hua on the Yangtze River in the past. That's why they know.

The reason why they’re afraid of Mount Hua is not because they are strong. It's because they’re a sect that never backs down. Dealing with a sect who never backed down no matter what was that much of a burden.

And it wasn't just Mount Hua that came here.

“Looks like we’re not too late.”

A group of people dressed in green clothings appeared.

If one looks at those green robes with wide sleeves and still doesn’t know who they are, then they don’t deserve to be called a warrior of Jianghu.

“Si- Sichuan Tang Family!”

Tang Gun-ak, who led the Tang family, caught the Yangtze River in his eyes with a stiff face. As if to clearly remember those who died here.

The swordsmen of the Namgung Family looked at Mount Hua and Sichuan Tang Family with trembling eyes, and then turned to look at Namgung Dowi standing next to them.

The Young Patriarch of the Namgung Family is over there. Even though the road is far away, even though his body was covered with countless terrible wounds, he still went to find Mount Hua and Tang Family to save them. Now he looked like he could collapse and die at any moment.

That fact alone gave rise to a new will to fight. Everyone gritted their teeth. Young Patriarch did not give up their lives even after receiving such serious injuries, how could they give up easily?

 

[Translated by 'JustA Chung Myung fanatic']

 

"And… second."

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

'What, just now... … .'

This was the first time he got to face Chung Myung properly. In the last war, he only caught a glimpse of him when he was fighting Jang Il-so. At that time, he laughed at Jang Il-so, who couldn't handle even a young kid right away.

But now, the moment he looked into the eyes of Chung Myung, he too realized.

That guy is no ordinary person.

A person with such eyes cannot be ordinary.

"Kid, you say huh?"

Chung Myung smirked. It was a twisted smile, as if blatantly ridiculing and mocking him.

“Only a kid who doesn’t even know what war truly is can spit that shit.”

Chung Myung stretched out his hand to the side. Then, a disciple of Mount Hua who was behind handed him a sword. Chung Myung received the sword and wrapped it around his waist, then he twisted his mouth and said.

“I’ll tell you, kid.”

The corner of Chung Myung's mouth curled up, revealing his white teeth.

“What is a real war?”

At that moment, goosebumps ran down the Black Dragon King's back.

'What?'

Why does that statement, which can only be considered bluff, feel so terrifying?

'Damn it!'

Black Dragon King bit his lip. It was a brief moment, but the fact that he was momentarily overwhelmed by that momentum tore his pride to pieces.

“Finally, the third thing.”

Chung Myung laughed like a demon.

“It’s not about finding a way, you idiot. We make it!”

It was then.

The warriors of the Sichuan Tang Family pulled their hands out from under their sleeves in unison. Black Dragon King, after confirming that it was in his hand, widened his eyes.

'Plank?'

The warriors of the Tang family, carrying wooden blocks seemingly too large to hide in their sleeves, rushed forward in unison.

And then!

𝘙𝘜𝘔𝘔𝘔𝘉𝘓𝘌!

Immediately afterward, the woodblocks from their hands flew through the sky over the Yangtze River.

𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑚! 𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑚! 𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑚! 𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑚!

And at that moment, everyone in the Yangtze River saw it. The sight of woodblocks blown by the warriors of the Tang family falling to the surface of the Yangtze River. The wooden planks that landed on the surface did not sink right away, but floated up to create a scaffolding.

Hundreds of woodblocks were lined up to form a path that cuts across the vast Yangtze River.

The place they want to reach, the only road that leads to Maehwa Island!

“Sasuk! Sago!"

Srrreung!

Baek Cheon and Yu Yi-seol drew their swords without delay.

“Break through the lead!”

"I get it!"

"Yes!"

“Namgung Dowi!”

"Yes!"

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

Namgung Do-wi answered with a determined face.

"Yes!"

No further explanation was needed. Even if he doesn't tell them, they will know what to do themselves.

“Namgung Family!”

Chung Myung shouted his throat out.

Namgung's swordsmen gritted their teeth and looked at him.

"I am coming right now."

“… … .”

“Hold on to the crotch of your pants and endure even if you are sagging!”

Namgung’s swordsmen's chests pounded as if they were instantly filled with something hot.

"Yes!"

Chaeeng!

Chung Myung drew out his sword and revealed it.

“Well then… … .”

Everyone in this Yangtze River was waiting.

His next words.

"Let's go. To save the Namgung Family!”

𝐹𝑊𝐻𝑂𝑂𝑆𝐻!

As soon as his words were finished, Bae Cheon and Yu Yi-seol flew forward without hesitation. After that, Mount Hua and Tang Family also joined in the long line and rushed forward.

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

Chung Myung kicked off the ground and jumped on top of the two dragons and quickly flew away.

“Come, you motherf*ckers!”

The sword of Chung Myung with its blade against the rising sun shone brighter than ever, as if it would drive away all the remaining darkness in the Yangtze River.