Return of the Mount Hua Sect Novel Translation

Chapter 1987. It Would Have Been Nice If You’d Seen It. (2) Fear clouded the bishop’s eyes. It was hard to believe, but impossible to deny. The pinnacle of the Demonic Cult, bowing their heads to no one except the Heavenly Demon. Monsters who had proven the might of the cult by turning all the renowned masters of the Central Plains into wandering souls. The fact that even those who were called demons who had sold their souls to the Heavenly Demon, even the bishops of the Demonic Cult who had plunged the entire Central Plains into terror, were ultimately no more than human. Blood spurted into the air from the places where his fingers had been cut off. He didn’t even feel any pain. Was it because someone of a bishop’s caliber could disregard even the sensation of pain? What a load of bullshit. It was simply because, with his neck about to be severed at any moment, he had no time to spare a thought for mere fingers. A sword enveloped in crimson energy swept past the neck h...

Chapter 1986. It Would Have Been Nice If You’d Seen It. (1) Shwaaaaaak! From the crown of his head to the tips of his toes. With a single sword strike, the body of a Demonic Cultist was split in half. Before the sundered body had even finished collapsing, Cheong Myeong’s sword slashed through the air once more. Seogeok! Seogeok! Blood spurted from the necks of two Demonic Cultists who had tried to retreat. Having turned all three into wandering souls in an instant, Cheong Myeong then spun his sword through the air and settled it back into his grip. [Wandering soul. Gohon . 고혼 ( 孤魂 ). Literally “a lonely soul,” referring to the spirit of a dead person. Here, the expression emphasizes how swiftly Cheong Myeong has sent all three to their deaths.] The Demonic Cultists, who could clearly predict where that sword would go next, poured strength into the muscles throughout their bodies and raised their weapons. But Cheong Myeong didn’t even spare them a glance. He kicked off the ...

Chapter 1985. Because I’m Here. (5) “Huuk!” Drops of blood scatter from the tip of the divine sword. The sharpest of all, the lightest of all, a sword worthy of the name Divine Sword. Yet the hand gripping it was trembling in tiny spasms, as though even this light weight were too much to bear. “Fall to the very depths of the abyss, you wretched unbeliever!” The sword, slashing violently through the air, cleaved deep into the chest of a Demonic Cultist charging toward him. The Demonic Cultist, his chest split along with his breastbone, soon collapsed, vomiting mouthful after mouthful of dark red blood. Even so, the hand he stretched out with relentless tenacity tore a long rip in the hem of Cheong Mun’s trousers. “......Hoo.” Cheong Mun clenched his teeth. His blood-soaked robe felt twice as heavy as usual. His hands, slick with blood, the stench of blood rising with enough force to numb his nose, there was nothing about any of it that wasn’t utterly dreadful. But rath...