Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 1319. Have you ever seen hell? (4)
Editor: Hoamzz
Co-Translator: Xoxo
The elders of Hainan Sect widened their eyes in shock.
In a situation where even standing firm from the explosion was a challenge, he black poison storm roared toward them like a desert sandstorm.
It was already too late to dodge.
Gritting their teeth, Hainan Sect elders summoned every ounce of their remaining internal strength and braced their entire bodies to face the oncoming storm.
Whiiiiingg!
With a sound like the air itself being torn apart, the black wind engulfed Hainan Sect elders entirely.
"Blooooock!"
Tang Pae’s desperate scream pierced through the air.
Who could possibly understand the danger of that poison better than he?
Even if it was too late for the elders at the front, they must at least prevent the poison from reaching Hainan Sect disciples in the back.
Because Hainan Sect ordinary disciples with insufficient internal strength wouldn't withstand that poison for even a moment.
But the poisonous wind wasn’t satisfied with merely sweeping over the elders; it surged furiously toward the disciples positioned at the rear standing behind them.
“Ah….”
Hainan Sect disciples were unable to even think of countering the oncoming poisonous smoke and could only watch the scene in a daze.
Even if they screamed, how could they possibly stop the storm?
Tang Pae’s face contorted in despair.
His heart was urgent but there was nothing he could do, so how could it be otherwise?
At that very moment, a harsh curse cut through the despair.
“Damn it, to hell with this!”
Kwang!
'Nokrim King?'
Im Sobyeong stomped hard and swung his fan with ferocity.
A massive gust of wind erupted forth.
“Heuuaaaaaapp!”
He drew up every last drop of internal strength gathered in his Dantian.
And thus demonstrated the fan's original purpose most excellently.
The overwhelming fan wind (선풍(煽風)) generated by the fan collided with the oncoming poisonous smoke.
The poisonous spiraled upward, higher and higher.
Whiiiiiingg!
The poisonous smoke could not break through Im Sobyeong’s wind and soared all the way to the top of the cliff.
It was as if a black wall had formed along the cliff face.
Eudeueduk!
Blood flowed from Im Sobyeong's tightly clenched lips.
Oblivious to his torn lips, he swung the fan in a trance-like state.
Most of those present were sword warriors.
Their martial arts cannot handle the approaching wind.
There was no one else but Im Sobyeong to step in.
Only he could do it.
However.
'P- Pushed back....'
Veins began to bulge in Im Sobyeong's bloodshot eyes as he glared at the advancing poisonous smoke.
Despite summoning all his strength to create a gale, it was impossible for him alone to fend off the aftermath of the explosion.
The towering wall of poison slowly but surely pressed toward them.
Even drawing upon strength from his mother's milk, the situation only continued to worsen.
“Euaa! Damn it!”
The moment Im Sobyeong screamed.
“Amitabha! Siju, step aside!”
An intense golden Buddha-light spread from behind him.
Even if the approach had been silent, the light alone would have revealed the identity of its source.
Im Sobyeong swung his fan with full force, imbuing it with his last squeezed-out internal strength, then immediately threw his body backward in a retreating roll.
Kwaaaaaaaaa!
As Im Sobyeong's defenses ceased, the poisonous smoke poured down on Hainan Sect with even more ferocity.
Hye Yeon closed his eyes as he watched the black smoke closed in.
“A-mi-ta-bha!”
A magnificent Buddha-light spread out from his entire body.
The sacred light (서광(瑞光)) burst forth and collided head-on with the approaching black smoke.
One of the Shaolin Seventy-Two Unique Martial Art, the Great Supreme Power (무상대능력(無上大能力)).
A technique so legendary that even within Shaolin, only a handful of practitioners were said to have mastered it, was revealed here.
“Oooooooohhhhhhh!”
A majestic lion roar burst out of Hye Yeon's mouth.
With his palms still in Half-Palm stance, he stretched one hand forward.
The scared energy soon seeped into the poisonous wind and enveloped it.
The sight was like a massive black dragon and golden dragon coiling around each other as they ascended to the heavens.
Kuuuuuuuung!
Hye Yeon then stomped with a force that seemed as if it would shatter the cliff itself.
The ground where his foot half-buried was cracked open, creating spiderweb-like cracks in all directions.
“Taaaaat!”
His subsequent strike, infused with the immense weight of Shaolin’s martial arts, sent the intertwined dragons surging upward toward the cliff with a single blow (일권(一拳)) of Arhat Divine Fist.
“Eeuaaap!”
Uuuuuuuuung!
Kwaaaaaa!
The black poisonous smoke that was swirling across the sky suddenly exploded in all directions.
As those who had been holding their breath witnessed this, their gazes finally met the blue sky above.
“W-We stopped it….”
“We stopped it….”
A groan-like exclamation escaped from the mouths of Hainan Sect disciples.
The process wasn't easy, but it lasted only the span of a few breaths.
In that short span, they had been dragged to the very gates of hell and barely made it back alive.
But… though they had certainly blocked stopped it, this was no time to celebrate.
Thud.
Hye Yeon collapsed on the spot.
“Monk!”
“Cough!”
Hye Yeon coughed while supporting himself on both hands against the ground.
Blood trickled from his mouth.
Shaolin martial arts are the most stable martial arts under heaven.
It was rare for one to sustain internal injuries while using them.
The fact that Hye Yeon had suffered such injuries despite using Shaolin techniques only proved how far he had pushed himself.
His pale complexion and trembling arms clearly showed this fact.
“Monk! Are you alright?"
"Ra- Rather than me... the elders..."
At those words, all who had been looking at Hye Yeon quickly raised their heads.
From the area where the poisonous smoke had swept through, the elders of Hainan Sect were staggering and struggled to their feet.
"The- The elders..."
Everyone gazed at them with tense expressions.
This was no ordinary matter but Tang Family's ultimate poison.
A terrible poison that killed not only the martial artists of Evil Tyrant Alliance who were blocking the path but also the martial artists of Myriad Man Manor.
Having been completely engulfed by such poison, even if they were elders...
“U- Uwaeeek!”
The ominous foreboding soon came true.
A few elders began coughing up black blood.
Though it was only a few compared to the total number of elders, this fact offered no hope.
It only meant that the remaining elders were also poisoned but were barely holding on through sheer internal strength.
Moreover, the situation would only worsen from here.
If they weren’t on a battlefield, they could take their time using energy circulation techniques to suppress the poison, but now there was no such luxury.
The moment they tried to circulate energy, those jackals-like Myriad Man Manor bastards would rush in to tear them apart.
“Are you all right?”
“…Bearable.”
A devastating expression crossed Geum Yangbaek's face as he looked over the elders.
A dark hue had risen on each of their faces.
It meant not one had escaped poisoning.
Even Geum Yangbaek the sect leader himself was struggling to suppress the poison seeping in through his skin, so how much harder must it be for the elders?
“Th- This!”
Tang Pae immediately came rushing over and shoved a handful of pure white pills toward them.
“Antidote pills!”
“Antidotes?”
"…That’s…."
Tang Pae bit his lip, unable to finish his words.
The pills could suppress the poison but were not a true antidote.
Which meant there was no way to deal with the poisoning here.
“Thank you.”
But Geum Yangbaek accepted the medicine readily.
Something was better than nothing.
“Right, why act so rashly…!”
“Silence!”
As one elder lashed out in anger toward Tang Pae, Geum Yangbaek silenced him with a glare so fierce it could kill.
The elder flinched at the pressure and lowered his head.
"Acting beneath your years."
Geum Yangbaek gritted his teeth.
Tang Pae had done his best. If he hadn't blocked the rear, the damage would have grown uncontrollably.
Accidents born of doing one’s utmost should not be blamed.
Who among them didn’t know that the poison of Tang Family could be lethal even to allies?
It isn't human to cheer when something helps, then curse as if you had never cheered when it harms.
If there’s someone to blame, it would be… Geum Yangbaek’s gaze turned towards the other side of the gorge.
Thanks to the slight incline, he could clearly see the man standing at the entrance.
“Malice Rakshasa….”
If curses are to be hurled, they should be directed at him.
That demon-like bastard blew everything away with explosives as if knowing Tang Pae would unleash his poison.
Ho Gamyeong, who had been watching the situation without the slightest change in expression, seemed to sense the gaze pouring toward him and slowly opened his mouth.
"How careless."
Everyone’s attention was drawn to his voice.
“Poisonous smoke is merely something carried by the wind. Then naturally, a stronger wind can blow them back."
Ho Gamyeong's cold gaze reached Tang Pae.
Tang Pae clenched his fists until they seemed ready to crumble.
The fingernails dug into his palms and blood gushed out.
Ho Gamyeong's cold voice continued.
“It’s something you should have considered when using poison.”
"You…."
Tang Pae's body trembled.
Hadn't considered?
No, he knew. How could someone who uses poison not understand its vulnerabilities?
Isn't it basic among basics that flame and storm neutralize poison?
What he hadn’t anticipated was Ho Gamyeong’s sheer malice.
Tang Pae's gaze turned to where the explosive had detonated.
The place that created this brief lull. There lay scattered the horrifically mangled corpses of Myriad Man Manor martial artists.
“…Above your subordinates’ heads.”
“They were dead men walking anyway.”
"And you call yourself Myriad Man Manor's second-in-command!"
When Tang Pae shouted through gritted teeth, a rare smile appeared on Ho Gamyeong’s lips.
“Not despite that, but because of that.”
To a question laden with meaning came an answer just as heavy with implications.
Gwak Hwanso shouted on behalf of Tang Pae who was speechless.
“Explosives!”
His bloodshot eyes were seething with rage. His blood-curdling screams continued.
“To resort to such dirty tricks! This is why you scum are part of Evil Sects! You shameless….”
Ho Gamyeong looked at Gwak Hwanso with eyes devoid of even a thread of emotion.
“Well, I wonder how Tang Family members will hear that.”
Gwak Hwanso couldn't continue and shut his mouth.
That single remark shattered his entire argument.
“Walking into this gorge of your own volition was your mistake from the start."
His calm words pierced everyone’s hearts like daggers.
“Don’t worry. I will let your recklessness be known to the world. The whole world will sing of your unity and courage. Even those lazy fools lounging around in Gangbuk will have something to boast about, thanks to you.”
“….”
"But in exchange..."
Clear mockery settled on Ho Gamyeong's lips.
“You will see hell.”
A grim shadow passed over everyone’s faces.
The elders of Hainan Sect were all poisoned.
Now they couldn’t even display half their strength.
Im Sobyeong and Hye Yeon had exhausted their internal strength.
Far from being help, they now needed protection.
Tang Pae could no longer use poison recklessly.
This ultimately meant they could no longer hold off the pursuing forces.
Death. For everyone.
“Regret all you want…”
“Hell, you say…”
It was then that one person slowly walked out from among Hainan Sect disciples.
A man drenched head to toe in blood. But his gaze was that of an ice-cold sword master.
“Have you ever seen hell?”
Chung Myung passed by Hye Yeon, Im Sobyeong, and Tang Pae, stepping between Hainan Sect elders.
Even Geum Yangbaek’s gaze was left behind as Chung Myung took his place at the front.
"Yes, it will become hell."
Paat!
Chung Myung shook off the blood on his sword in a single motion and smiled brightly.
"Not for us but for you, little boy."
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