Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 509: Didn't I Say, I Would Cut That Throat? (4)

You despicable bastard!

Lee Byuk, the elder of the Ice Palace, yelled furiously. But the individual who obstructed him didnt even flinch. They simply wordlessly brandished their sword at Lee Byuk.

Ah!

Energy surged from Lee Byuks hand.

Undoubtedly, it was an incredibly formidable technique, but from the perspective of their opponent, it seemed like nothing more than a haphazardly executed palm strike.

There was no reason for it to pose any difficulty to them.

You wretched Central Plains scum!

Baek Cheon swung his sword, trying to strike the palm technique while giving Lee Byuk a dark look.

Hes no match for Elder Yo.

Baek Cheon felt tense because Lee Byuk was an elder from the Ice Palace, but his skills were not even close to Elder Yos. In fact, the word elder seemed meaningless when he saw his skills.

The elders Baek Cheon had encountered before were not this weak. Compared to Seol Chun-Sangs terrifying skills, Lee Byuks abilities were neither sharp nor tough.

Those who cling to power do not sharpen themselves and only feed on other peoples hard work.

Of course, these people were much stronger than Baek Cheon.

But

We have a strong guy, and that guy is a pain in my ass.

Baek Cheon started to focus his qi and thrust his sword towards the center of his opponents body. Naturally, there was a desire to overpower the opponent with a flashy appearance. He was a martial arts warrior. But, he knew very well what his role was.

To believe and endure.

He would grab the enemys ankle to prevent anyone from interfering with Chung Myungs intentions. That alone should suffice.

Baek Cheon calmed his anxious heart.

Damned brat! Do you really think anything will change?

Despite Lee Byuks constant shouts, Baek Cheon remained unresponsive as if he couldnt hear. He focused all his qi on the swords tip.

I wont miss a single step.

Chung Myung would take care of the rest if he did his part.

If someone was harmed or killed due to his failure to fulfill his duty, Baek Cheon would forever carry the weight of guilt.

Therefore, he must concentrate.

He must hone his skills, move gracefully in the present, and be capable of inflicting immense damage with the slightest touch. Simultaneously, he must deal with Lee Byuk.

Samae?

With a mere glimpse, he perceived Yu Yiseol firmly dealing with an Ice Palace elder. Just this sight sent shivers down his spine.

Just by looking at it, he could sense how focused she was. No one could distract Yu Yiseol. Baek Cheon was also determined, but he felt like he was doing nothing compared to her.

Meanwhile, Jo Gul and Yoon Jong forcefully pushed their opponents into a corner.

Kakaka!

Even though they were both using swords, it felt like they were the twin swords of a single person. Baek Cheon nodded slightly.

Just because Jo Gul or Yoon Jong didnt have the desire to fight the enemy with their own strength? No, just as Baek Cheon wanted to push the opponent to the limit, they, too, wanted to stand alone. They wanted to test their capabilities to the limit.

But they were suppressing the urge and fought together as much as they could.

So heavy.

It wasnt all that fun to have samaes and sajils. Every time they looked to have improved, he felt his shoulder get heavier.

But Baek Cheon was never burdened by it. Progress came from conquering the challenges you encountered, and there was no progress without pressure. These challenges were the driving force that propelled him forward.

Amitabha!

Bang!

He heard the voice of Hae Yeon, a sound he had become familiar with, and leaped forward. He was likely standing beside Hae Yeon, with Tang Soso using assassin needles from behind.

He seems angry.

Similar to the other disciples of Mount Hua, he couldnt find a solution with his fists.

Its fine. One day, youll get stronger, too.

Baek Cheon stared intently at the wall, enough to intimidate his opponent. Lee Byuk felt a chill run down his spine.

Who are these people?

After all, werent they all just young ones? In the Ice Palace, they were only old enough to be newbies in the troops.

However, the focus and qi they possessed clearly overwhelmed Lee Byuk. He couldnt comprehend how they were this skilled at such a young age.

Is everyone in the Central Plains like this?

Or was Mount Hua special?

Damn it.

With each passing minute, things were deteriorating, and their already low morale wouldnt recover now. Meanwhile, these rebels were growing more confident.

Of course.

Why werent those with the best skills feeling more motivated?

This cant go on like this!

At this rate, it was evident that the consequences would be dire even if they emerged victorious. A swift counterattack was the only option

However, in that moment,

Palace LORDDDDDD!

ACK! My Lord!

The desperate cry echoed through the grounds, and Lee Byuk turned around in response.

And then

An astonishing scene unfolded before their eyes.

Cough.

A stream of blood trickled from the Palace Lords mouth. A sword pierced his abdomen, penetrating his intestines and causing blood to spill.

Cough.

Seol Chun-Sang, who coughed up blood once more, gazed at the sword lodged in his stomach.

Drip.

The blow had caused red blood to trickle down.

However, the blood did not belong to Seol Chun-Sang but to Chung Myung. The blood from Chung Myungs hand, which tightly gripped the blade, flowed down into Seol Chun-Sangs stomach.

has he lost control?

The sword was so formidable that it even sliced through Chung Myungs own hand that was enshrouded in Yin qi. Considering that, it was not surprising if an entire finger was severed, no matter how he looked at it.

However, at that urgent moment, when their lives hung in the balance, he instinctively seized the blade with his bare hands and drove it into his stomach.

Kuak

The psychological shock was more overwhelming than the physical pain in his abdomen.

Haaaa!

Summoning his final ounce of strength, Seol Chun-Sang gripped the blade tightly, withdrew it from his stomach, and forcefully cast it aside. Blood streamed down his legs as they met the ground.

He leaned back, his fingers cutting down with the sharpness of a blade thrown into the snow, but he felt no pain or coldness.

Turning over, he continued to cough up blood. Crawling, he pushed and pulled himself on the ground to stand up.

His legs trembled, and so did his entire body. The sight before his eyes grew dizzy, and he repeated the same process multiple times until he fell back.

But even in the midst of that, he clearly saw it - the figure of Chung Myung looking at him.

cut?

Seol Chun-Sang mumbled, biting back the blood forming in his stomach.

He continued.

Why why am I like

Spit.

Chung Myung spat out the blood in his mouth and wiped his nose and mouth with his sleeve.

Because you are weak.

The reason is simple. Because you are weak.

Seol Chun-Sangs face distorted greatly.

I I am weak?

Right.

Chung Myung said coldly, without leaving any room for argument.

You have never been able to fight with the previous lord on your own strength.

.

Youve relied on someone elses power to come to this position. After all, youve lived a risk-free life.

His bloody teeth were exposed.

Thats why youre just a kid.

Kid

Seol Chun-Sang chuckled.

I I am a kid? Hahahaha!

Tears of blood began to flow down his face.

What do you even know? You people! What do you people who lived comfortable lives in the Central Plains know? To survive in this desolate land, we have no choice but to steal from each other! No matter what, we must do! What do you even

Paaat!

At that moment, Chung Myungs body shone and swiftly passed by Seol Chun-Sang.

Seol Chun-Sang fell silent and gazed up at the sky with an empty expression.

I am not mistaken

Soon, a crimson line appeared on his neck.

At first, it appeared as a tiny line, but it gradually became clearer. Eventually, Seol Chun-Sangs head was severed and fell to the side.

Observing the spectacle, Chung Myung whispered,

Didnt I mention that I would sever your neck?

- No, you said he would only comprehend once his throat is slit.

So what?

The dead would stop feeling anything.

Throb.

Chung Myung felt the pain seeping in. It was a brief fight, but that was why it was more intense. This unspoken pain erupted from the wounds inflicted by the sword and qi.

I am weak.

Even against a guy like this, he had to take a risk. If the fight had lasted a bit longer, it wouldve been Chung Myung on the ground.

But he won. The only difference between winning and losing was just one thing.

Seol Chun-Sang never risked his life in a fight, while Chung Myung was the type who enjoyed taking risks. Their different experiences set them apart.

Step.

Chung Myung trudged over and lifted Seol Chun-Sangs head, which had fallen to the ground.

Seol Chun-Sangs eyes remained open even after his death as if he didnt believe what had happened.

Chung Myung took hold of the head and glanced around.

Palace Lord

Lord

The Ice Palace warriors were shocked and terrified as they looked at Chung Myung and the head of the palace lord.

Drip.

This was too much for them; they had never thought their lord would be defeated.

Shiver.

Chung Myung wiped the blood off his nose and turned towards the battlefield. Silence engulfed the battlefield, where blood and death had been rampant.

Even those who had been fighting crazily became still and halted their movements in astonishment at the sudden silence. The battlefield, which had been filled with chaos, now fell into a hush.

The disciples of Mount Hua trembled at the sight. At this very moment, every single person on the battlefield directed their gaze towards Chung Myung.

Was there any place where his name did not have an impact?

A location where even this many people could no longer engage in combat. In this brutal terrain, this individual single-handedly ruled over the battlefield with his sword.

Chung Myung presented the head before them, and all eyes turned towards it. As their gaze returned to Chung Myung, a multitude of emotions churned within them.

The battle is finished.

His voice was stern.

The lord is dead.

If anyone desires further conflict, come forth, and I shall handle you myself.

The entire Ice Palace warriors collective attention rested upon Chung Myung, drenched in blood. Yet, not a single person dared to step forward. They couldnt even meet his gaze.

As long as Seol Chun-Sang was dead, nothing was worth it. Now, only Seol So-baek had the qualifications to the throne.

The moment they lost their lord, this war ended.

The battle that decided the fate of the Ice Palace was irresponsibly placed in the hands of this stranger from the Central Plains.

Chung Myungs gaze fell upon one person.

Flinch.

Looking into those eyes, Yo Sa-Heon touched his throbbing heart and took a deep breath. He then shouted, his voice slightly trembling.

Drop your weapons now! Those who surrender will not be punished!

A moment of hesitation passed, and Yo Sa-Heon spoke up again.

Do you intend to resist until the end, even with the new Lord present?

As this roar broke out, all heads turned towards Seol So-Baek, who was being shielded by Han Yi-Myung.

Their faces paled, but the warriors were lost in thought once they laid eyes on the child who had managed to stand on his own two feet.

Clank.

Clack.

The weapons dropped to the ground, one by one.

Thud.

Thud. Thud.

The warriors of the Ice Palace who resisted until now fell to the ground.

Chung Myung observed this while coughing up blood.

So tasteless.

But it was all right.

From now on, the enemies he would face wouldnt be as dull as this.

His gaze landed on the setting sun, and as it descended, darkness emerged.

And in that darkness, he would now confront those whom he knew the best.

Now its your turn.

The corners of Chung Myungs mouth curled up as he thought of the Demonic Sect.