Return of the Mount Hua Sect Novel Translation

Chapter 1970. He Was Really This Strong? (5) “Didn’t I tell you to move?!” “But, my lord! This, this…… if we leave all this baggage behind……!” Jwa Gohak ground his teeth. They were losing time. They needed to hurry even more, but the people weren’t moving as he wished they would. If they had simply collapsed from exhaustion, he could at least carry them on his back and move them. But when they insisted that they couldn’t abandon the carts they had dragged all the way here, all he could do was clench his fists. “Didn’t I tell you several times that I’ll somehow procure food for you?!” “But!” “I promise you! I’ll compensate you for what you leave behind!” Jwa Gohak shouted once more in desperation. But all that returned were eyes mixed with fear and distrust. “H-How are we supposed to believe that?” “……What?” An old man whose face was soaked in grime tightly gripped his granddaughter’s hand. Seeing the old man’s trembling hand and the child’s hollow eyes filled with...

Chapter 1969. He Was Really This Strong? (4) A string of curses burst from Jo Geol’s mouth as he suffered a long gash beneath his eye. “Those damned bastards……!” “Calm down, you bastard!” Jo Geol, who had bitten down on his lips hard enough to tear them, twisted his sword as he watched the Demonic Cultists approaching. ‘They’re different.’ These men were incomparably stronger than the members of the Evil Tyrant Alliance. It was only natural. Demonic Cultists were fundamentally different from the Evil Tyrant Alliance, who had indiscriminately scraped together all sorts of people, without distinction. Moreover, even their very state of mind was different. Demonic Cultists had thrown everything away for the sake of their faith in the Heavenly Demon. Those who had filled their lives with fanaticism had endured prolonged hardships, becoming even more vicious and harboring an even more poisonous malice. So there was no choice but to say they were incomparable to those bas...

Chapter 1968. He Was Really This Strong? (3) Kagak! Kagagak! The furiously swung dao frantically knocked away the plum blossom petals flying toward him. But no matter how much he struggled, it was impossible to block all the plum blossoms blooming endlessly. Kakak! Kagak! The fluttering plum blossom petals kept scratching past 491. Of course, the utterly feeble petals couldn’t penetrate the demonic energy wrapped around 491’s body. But the very fact that that sword qi was slashing at his body, regardless of whether it actually inflicted damage, was driving 491’s mind to the brink. ‘This......’ His consciousness wasn’t fading. Demonic art was, by nature, a cursed martial art that stole away the practitioner’s consciousness the more it was drawn out. Yet 491’s consciousness was piercingly clear right now. As though ice-cold water had been poured over his head. The sense of danger brought by the red blades of sword qi thrusting toward him again and again was forcibly awa...