Return of the Mount Hua Sect Novel Translation

Chapter 1990. It Would Have Been Nice If You’d Seen This. (5) His heart pounded as though it would burst. “Keuhuk....” He had run until his feet were blistered, evacuating people, and as if that weren’t enough, immediately rushed all the way here. It would’ve been stranger if he weren’t gasping for breath, his breath practically reaching his throat. The hideous enemies before his eyes only made fear rise naturally within him. He wanted to run away. He didn’t want to face them. But the moment he opened his mouth, what burst forth was nothing but a shout brimming with bravado. “Run! You fucking beggars! What do we have besides our name?! If we fall behind the others, the name of the Beggar Union will be dragged through the dirt!” At the roar of Hong Daegwang, the Leader of the Beggar Union, the beggars shouted back as though they were screaming in desperation. “Damn that fucking Union Leader!” “Goddammit! At least feed us something before making us work like this!” “T...

Chapter 1989. It Would Have Been Nice If You’d Seen This. (4) “Have you got something covering your eyes? Is that why you can’t see, huh?” At last, Cheong Myeong let his murderous intent show. He didn’t bother to ask specifically what it was that Cheong Mun couldn’t see. Even so, Cheong Mun understood exactly what he meant. He was talking about the people standing behind Cheong Myeong, the Mount Hua disciples groaning in their wretched condition. “If you hadn’t learned martial arts as nothing but an empty shell, you’d be able to see, wouldn’t you? How many do you think are missing?” “......” “I’m asking how many of them have fucking died compared to when we started!” A human life carried weight. All the more so when it belonged to people who had spent their entire lives together, people who were like family. It was precisely because Cheong Mun understood that weight that he could do nothing but remain silent. “Does the Sect Leader not even feel angry?” “Cheong Myeon...

Chapter 1988. It Would Have Been Nice If You’d Seen This. (3) Peng Jaho’s entire body instinctively shrank back. The Plum Blossom...... Sword Saint...... The Sword Ghost of Mount Hua. The one who had turned not just one, but several bishops of the Demonic Cult, beings no different from demons themselves, into wandering souls. No one in the Central Plains other than him had ever defeated a bishop single-handedly. This fact alone was more than enough to prove the extent of his power. The Greatest Sword Under Heaven. No, the Greatest Man Under Heaven, surpassing even that. But what filled Peng Jaho with fear wasn’t merely the fact that this man’s martial prowess had reached a realm beyond anything he could contend with. Frankly, there must have been many people in the world stronger than Peng Jaho. There was no need to check them one by one, but even a rough count would easily put their number above twenty. But was Peng Jaho afraid of such people? Not at all. Peng Jaho was...