Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 900

Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 900

A hazy sky. Red plum blossoms bloomed through the extremely fine sand that looked more like dust than sand.

The plum blossoms that bloomed countless times in an instant looked like red clouds.

The red cloud immediately swallowed up the flying sand and the countless fine needles that were aiming at Chung Myung from the front.

“Keuk!”

Tang Gun-ak’s eyes were filled with joy.
‘Monster-like!’

Soul Severing Sand is an extremely fine sand. Therefore, when it comes to Soul Severing Sand, there is no way to avoid poisoning other than leaving the area.

Soul Severing Sand, which has spread into the air, penetrates the lungs even with a small intake, and even merely touching the skin can inject poison into the body.

Regardless of whether one can withstand the toxicity of Soul Severing Sand, there was almost no way to block Soul Severing Sand itself. Or rather, there wasn’t.

But now Chung Myung is pushing away all such Soul Severing Sand not with his strength but with his sword energy. It means that the sword energy blooming like those plum blossoms is being perfectly deployed without any gaps.

Aside from its apparent beauty, it is a sword that cannot be explained other than by saying that it is terrifying.

Kwagagagagak!

The thin needles caught in that splendid sword aura were not just repelled; they were literally pulverized. This means that the speed and power of the sword far exceeded the level that the thin needles could withstand.

It was a sword he had seen several times before.

But Tang Gun-ak could perfectly understand with this one move. It’s just the same in appearance. The power, speed, and sophistication of the sword cannot be compared to the past.

Kagak!

The moment the last thin needle broke, Chung Myung rushed toward him as if breaking through a plum forest. A twisted smile hung around his mouth.

Kwaaaaaaa!

Goosebumps.

The moment he saw Chung Myung charging, Tang Gun-ak felt the blood in his entire body turn cold, as if he had entered an ice cave.

Even though he has experienced it, he could never get used to Chung Myung’s killing intent. The muscles of the whole body become tense and the heart begins to beat vigorously.

Paaaaaat!

The throwing knife that contained tremendous power whirled and flew toward Chung Myung. It is an attack aimed at killing the momentum of a frontal attack.

But Tang Gun-ak knew.

This demon with a sword never moves as the opponent expects. If he were to deliver a blow, it would definitely move in the direction that Tang Gun-ak would dislike the most.
Sure enough, Chung Myung charged at an even faster speed and hit the throwing knife head-on.

Twisting his body in the air, Chung Myung’s Dark Fragrant Plum Blossom Sword rose up like a dragon ascending to heaven and struck down the throwing knife he had thrown in one go.

Kwaaaaaaang!

As energy collided with another, a powerful explosion occurred.

‘Yes!’

Tang Gun-ak extended his energy to retrieve the fallen throwing knives. And simultaneously, without even needing to look, he swiftly launched three more throwing knives.

The venom-coated throwing knives created three swirling streams. Soul Severing Sand, which was heavily applied to the blade of the throwing knives and handle, was scattered in all directions with rotation.

Paaaaaat!

In the storm of energy, the moment Chung Myung’s figure was revealed, three throwing knives were already right in front of him.

At that instant, Tang Gun-ak saw it.

The sight of Chung Myung’s sword trembling as it bloomed plum blossoms.

‘…….’
His eyes subconsciously widened.
A technique where time is split into moments. In that extreme speed, Chung Myung’s sword seems to be moving through another time.

Although the sword moves excessively slowly, in reality, it is not slow at all. The time surrounding him seemed to move at half the speed of the sword.

Kwagak!

Tang Gun-ak’s throwing knives pierced the blooming plum blossoms. As if to prove how absurd it is to block the trajectory of throwing knives with flower petals.

But before the majesty of throwing knives, who tore off the delicate petals, could shine, the newly bloomed plum blossoms flew toward throwing knives.

The lazily drifting petals stuck to the throwing knives. The plum blossoms that came one layer at a time gently wrapped around the throwing knives and then gently pushed them to the side.

‘What?’

Tang Gun-ak’s eyes bulged in surprise.

Uuuuuung!

The throwing knives, loaded with enormous internal strength, still rushed forward without losing any of its power, but its direction was already greatly different from Tang Gun-ak’s intention.

The three vortexes bent sharply and passed by Chung Myung’s body as if it had been intended to do so from the beginning.

Chung Myung, who is still rushing like a ray of light, was attacked by a single marriage that followed rain this time.

At that moment.

Round and round.

Chung Myung’s sword drew a circle in the air.

The trajectory, despite being drawn by sword, felt distinctly gentle. Then, the sword swiftly swept horizontally like lightning.
Hwaaaaaak!

It was clearly visible in Tang Gun-ak’s eyes.
The sight of Soul Severing Sand being pushed to both sides at once, as if they were chasing after the drawn sword.

No matter how much internal strength was infused, dust is just dust. The edge of the sword pushed the atmosphere to create an empty space, and Soul Severing Sand began to be sucked into it like an illusion.

Kwang!

Tang Gun-ak quickly kicked off the ground and flew backward.

‘I thought you’d come back as a dragon.’

…But isn’t this a real monster?

If Chung Myung had blocked his attack by erupting a mountain-like plum blossom with his sword, Tang Gun-ak would not have been surprised. He would have expected it to be natural even if he pulverized the throwing knives with an enormous internal strength.

However, this was in a different direction from the ‘growth’ Tang Gun-ak expected.

Nothing works against him.

There was no way to know how much effort Chung Myung was putting into each blow. But right now, Tang Gun-ak felt as if his attacks, which he had made with desperate resolve, were being neutralized in vain by the sword that Chung Myung had swung as if it were a joke.

Tang Gun-ak’s hands were pushed into his sleeves like lightning.

Thinking must be short and action must be fast.

Hwaaaaaak!

Poisonous Caltrops (독질려(毒蒺藜)) and Cow Hair Needles (우모침(牛毛針)) were scattered from Tang Gun-ak’s fingertips. The toxins sprayed from the poison jars instantly vaporized upon contact with the air, turning into black poisonous smoke (독연(毒煙)) and covering the entire front.

‘Not enough!’

Only after releasing all Life Reaping Bolt (탈명표(奪命鏢)) sleeping deep in his sleeves did Tang Gun-ak’s hand finally reach for the throwing knives.

He does not think these hidden weapons and poisons will stop Chung Myung’s charge. As the head of the Tang Family, this is something he cannot bear to say, but these poisons and memorizations are too powerless to stop this person whom even his all-out throwing knives couldn’t halt.

It only buys an instant of time.

Yet, if that moment, shorter than the blink of an eye, is all they afford, it is enough!
But at that moment, what Tang Gun-ak saw was just one line.
Between the poison that overturned the front and the wave of throwing knives, a clear red line bloomed like dawn cutting through the darkness.

Just as darkness cannot exist completely where there is light, the wave of hidden weapons he created started to lose its existence in front of that red line.

Soon, like a sea parting to both sides, a clear path opened through the wave of hidden weapons.

The world-renowned Tang Gun-ak also watched the scene unfold in front of his eyes, mesmerized at that moment.

Even forgetting that he was currently fighting a battle with all his might.

Swordsmanship that reached its extreme.

The red line that captivated everyone’s sight and flashed, revealing the Dark Fragrant Plum Blossom Sword at its end.

All of his tricks, intended to hinder Chung Myung even for an instant, lost their meaning to a single sword strike.

No mere words like ‘spine-chilling’ can describe this phenomenon.

Even Tang Gun-ak, merely in a sparring match, felt such pressure. What must those who faced Chung Myung on a life-or-death battlefield have felt?
‘I can’t stop him….’

It seemed impossible to halt that charge, no matter what.

‘Then.’

At that moment, determination shone in Tang Gun-ak’s eyes.

Paaaaaat!

Without a second thought, Tang Gun-ak launched four throwing knives. With enough force that the fingertips pushing the end of the handle are crushed.

Kwaaaaa!

The launched knives twirled through the air, wrapped with the energy around them. Two knives, shooting like lightning, were followed by two more swirling behind.

“Taat!”

A loud shout burst out of Tang Gun-ak’s mouth, and another set of four throwing knives was released from his fingertips.

Five Thunder Chains. (오뢰연환(五雷連環))

Five Thunder Chains, which was originally supposed to be spread over five throwing knives, was unfolded with four throwing knives. Since there was a throwing knife that could not be recovered, it was an inevitable choice, but there was still one more throwing knife left in Tang Gun-ak’s hands.

And,

Uuuuung!

The last remaining blade..

On the palm of Tang Gun-ak, Chumonbi jumped and fluttered like a live carp. When internal strength was injected beyond the limit of what it could endure, a throwing knife began to move on its own, as if life had been infused into it rather than internal strength.

Uuuuuung!

‘More!’

Tang Gun-ak’s face, which had brought up enormous internal strength, turned white.

But it was still insufficient. This is not enough to stop Chung Myung. Not enough to stop that sword.

“More!”

His thoughts burst out in his mouth.

Goooooooooo!

The quivering throwing knife finally stilled its movement. Hovering three inches above his palm, it buzzed and trembled.

‘More!’

Kaaang! Kaaang!

At that moment, the first two throwing knives that were launched, which had dashed forward like rays of light, were repelled effortlessly, losing all their momentum.

Similarly, the two throwing knives that flew in swirling afterward were also not enough to push back the powerfully swung sword of Chung Myung.

Perhaps the four throwing knives that followed it would also bounce off in vain.

Uuuuuuung!

But it doesn’t matter.

All those attacks existed solely for this one move.

Uuuuuuung!

Jureuruk.

Blood squeezed through Tang Gun-ak’s lips, trailing down his chin.

A blow that hasn’t even been completed. Yet, it’s very imperfection made it all the more dangerous.

Tang Gun-ak’s fingertips trembled slightly as he noticed that even the throwing knife’s slight tremors were gradually subsiding.
It was due to a single doubt in his heart.

‘Can he handle it?’

Could Chung Myung truly withstand this strike?

Perhaps what he was doing now shouldn’t be done?

Am I……

Tang Gun-ak shifted his gaze from the throwing knife and looked forward.

What caught his eye at that moment were Chung Myung’s eyes, which were rushing fiercely toward him.

“…….”

Tang Gun-ak’s blood-soaked lips formed a faint curve.

‘Of course…’

The hesitation in his eyes cleared like dissipating fog, replaced by resolute determination.

‘I trust him!’

The movement of the Chumonbi floating on Tang Gun-ak’s hand came to a complete halt.

“Receive this.”

He slowly stretched out his hand forward. It was a gentle and delicate gesture, as if caressing a small child.

Then the Chumonbi, which was resting on his hand, slowly rose to the air.