Return of the Mount Hua Sect Novel Translation

Chapter 1973. That’s Not How the Story Went. (3) It felt as though everything had been crushed. Both body and soul. “Huh......” And yet what escaped his lips wasn’t a groan of pain, but a hollow, breathless laugh. ‘This is fucking ridiculous.’ It was so overwhelming that he couldn’t even feel fear. Humiliation at being sent flying by the enemy’s attack? There wasn’t even room for something like that to intrude. It was already astonishing that he was still alive, so where would he find the time to think about humiliation? Baek Cheon staggered as he rose to his feet. ‘This is fucking impossible.’ He couldn’t even begin to grasp it. How was he supposed to fight a monster like that? No matter how much a mosquito buzzed around, it couldn’t bite a person to death. That wasn’t even something worth reasoning about. So the best thing a mosquito could do was flee to somewhere beyond the reach of a person’s hand. Naturally, that was the right choice. And yet Baek Cheon was s...

Chapter 1972. That’s Not How the Story Went. (2) Yoon Jong’s hand, gripping his sword tightly, began to tremble. ‘What is this…… This horrifying energy.’ They had already encountered Heavenly Executioner in Hangzhou. The memory of being so overwhelmed by that man’s formidable Demonic qi that they couldn’t even move properly was still vivid. However, they thought things would be different now. Even if they had to face him again, it would be different from before. As much as they had grown, Heavenly Executioner’s presence should have seemed at least a little smaller. But it wasn’t. The presence Heavenly Executioner gave off now was so immense that it rendered meaningless the joy they’d felt over their own growth just moments ago. ‘It just wasn’t visible back then.’ No matter how hard an ant tries, it can’t comprehend the enormity of a mountain. That’s because the extent of what an ant can perceive doesn’t reach that far. Paradoxically, it was precisely because they’d ...

Chapter 1971. That’s Not How the Story Went. (1) A graceful sword strike, flowing like water, cleanly cleaved through the neck of a Demonic Cultist. It was a chillingly swift sword technique, yet its movements were so smooth and graceful that it even seemed slow. The enemies before her couldn’t properly resist at all. Seogeok! The Demonic Cultists whose necks had been half-cleaved clutched their throats and desperately coughed up mouthfuls of bloody foam. Though their necks had been split, they were still demonic person. Generally speaking, a sword strike that failed to sever the neck completely wouldn’t be enough to take their lives. Yet the demonic person cut by Yoo Iseol’s sword merely trembled while clutching their necks, as though denying this common understanding. Looking closely, the cause could be seen. The Demonic qi surging from their bodies couldn’t advance any farther around the wounds and merely writhed there. The Immortal qi clinging to Yoo Iseol’s sword w...