Return of the Mount Hua Sect Novel Translation

Chapter 1964. Let’s Die. Mount Hua. (4) Ududududug. A sound as though something were being crushed came from within his body. If Baek Cheon hadn’t reconstructed his body through the previous war, he would’ve lost his life long ago. It was a blow powerful enough to make him instinctively realize as much. “Ugh.....” His blood vessels burst, and blood poured from his mouth and eyes. The moment the world was dyed red, an even darker, deeper crimson than the color of blood shot toward Baek Cheon. KWAANG! 491’s fist came crashing down upon Baek Cheon. KWAANG! KWAANG! KWAANG! KWAANG! Each time a thunderous boom erupted, Baek Cheon’s body jolted violently. ‘This….. bastard!’ 491 attacked repeatedly, howling like a beast. No, like something so vicious that it couldn’t even be compared to a mere beast. With each successive attack, Baek Cheon’s body was driven another inch deeper into the ground. ‘I….. can’t….. hold…..’ “OOOOOOOOOOOOH!” KWAAAAAAAANG! At that moment, ...

Chapter 1963. Let’s Die. Mount Hua. (3) Common sense would tell you it was only natural. Demonic art is a general term for martial arts that become stronger through abnormal methods. If orthodox art pursues the righteous path, and unorthodox art pursues convenience, then demonic art pursues the paedo of becoming stronger by any means necessary. [ Paedo . 패도 ( 覇道 ). Literally “the Way of hegemony.” A path that seeks power and dominance through force, without being bound by the righteous or proper way.] A martial art that pursues nothing but becoming stronger, even at the cost of accepting some side effects. That was demonic art. The problem was that the side effects demonic art was willing to endure weren’t something that could be described with the word ‘ some ’. Those who learned demonic art gradually lost their humanity in proportion to how strong they became. They became quick-tempered, cruel, and narrow-minded. These were the ordinary demonic person that the world sp...

Chapter 1962. Let’s Die. Mount Hua. (2) The pressure was different. He’d known that from the beginning. Hadn’t he already experienced it in the North Sea and in Hangzhou? It was just that....... “Keuaaaaaaaah!” Jo Geol, who had blocked a Demonic Cultist’s claws with his sword, unconsciously clenched his teeth. ‘Something…..’ As he tried to push his enemy back, Jo Geol suddenly sensed danger and launched his body backward. The spot where he had been standing was instantly covered in pitch-black demonic qi. Jo Geol pointed his sword straight ahead. It wasn’t an action with any particular intention behind it. Instinct, or perhaps something closer to habit. If one avoided an opponent’s attack while simultaneously pointing a sword at them, the opponent would first hesitate to pursue. A natural sword style that Jo Geol had carved into his body through countless fights and experiences. Anyone who was human had no choice but to be wary of a sword pointed at them. It was an in...