Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 1707
Editor: Hoamz
Co-Translator: Xoxo
It was a tremor as if the world itself was roaring.
The shaking of the ground beneath one's feet, which should naturally offer firm support, instills an unspeakable terror in humans.
And if one knew that this shaking wasn’t a simple earthquake but the omen of an even greater calamity, how could that fear possibly be described?
“Ah….”
Yoon Jong's eyes began to tremble like an aspen tree before the wind.
And at that very moment.
Kureureureung!
Along with a heaven-collapsing roar, the ground they were standing on shook even more violently.
Yoon Jong saw it.
‘Th- That….’
At the edge of the ground they stood on. From that place that seemed to touch the sky, irregular lines were branching out in multiple directions. Like black lightning splitting the earth instead of the sky.
"Uh... What?"
"Th- This...!"
The Evil Tyrant Alliance martial artists filling the top of the cliff turned deathly pale.
Kwareureureung!
The edge of the cliff began to slowly collapse. No, it was more like ‘crumbling away’ than ‘collapsing’.
Kureureung! Kureureureureung!
The fragmented and crumbled earth began to plummet into the abyss. The earth that collapsed slowly at first gradually increased its pace.
The collapse overtook them faster than the Evil Tyrant Alliance martial artists positioned at the edge of the group could fully comprehend the situation. As the ground beneath their feet gave way and sank before they could even react, those around them who witnessed it let out desperate screams.
“It’s collapsiiiiing!”
"Uwaaaaaaaaaah!"
These screams were directed downward and not upward. One body after another was sucked into the cliff's bottom, which opened its maw like the entrance to the Avīci hell.
"Aaaaaaaaaaagh!"
One, one…. And yet another.
The collapsing cliff swallowed the Evil Tyrant Alliance martial artists like a voracious hungry ghost. It seemed determined not to leave a single one behind.
Those who had survived countless crises, those who harbored firm resolve in their hearts, and those who armed their entire bodies with conviction, all frozen solid.
In this moment more than any other, they had to intuitively realize and accept the fact that they were mere specks of dust, insignificant existences to be swept away and crushed by that colossal collapse.
“Euaaaaaaaaah!”
“N- Noooooooo!”
Along with desperate screams, the already exhausted Evil Tyrant Alliance martial artists plummeted down.
Even desperately reaching out to grab parts that hadn't collapsed or planting their feet with all their might was of no use. Not a single spot on this cliff permitted their survival.
“The cliff is collapsing!”
The Evil Tyrant Alliance martial artists screamed in frenzy and retreated blindly.
But on this cliff, where else was there for them to escape to?
"Get out of the waaaaaaaaay!"
Those who had been pressing from the slopes on either side flung their bodies toward that path without looking back. No, they tried to.
"Move, you bastard!"
"Get the hell out of the way! Move now! Before I kill you!"
However, that slope was extremely narrow to begin with, which was why it had been advantageous for blocking enemies. As such, it was impossible for the countless people who had climbed the cliff to safely escape through that narrow space all at once.
"Get out!"
"Aaaaah!"
A dao swung in desperation cut into the bodies of allies. Someone roughly shoved away a face that had eyes wide open in disbelief at their own plight.
No words held any meaning here now. The only thing of value was survival. Simply staying alive.
Dao were swung indiscriminately, and hands wreathed in rough energy tore at whoever was in front of them alive. Trampling the fallen, stepping on the backs of those ahead to climb over, everyone struggled frantically.
“Aaaah! Move! Move, I said! You fucking bastards!”
"Keheuk!"
The eyes of an Evil Tyrant Alliance martial artist who had been stabbed by a blade, fallen, and trampled countless times flickered with pain. The last sight he saw was... a wave of collapse.
Kwareureureureung!
“N- No...”
Those who had already fallen and those who couldn't break through the wall of people were ultimately swallowed by the torrent of collapse. Neither slow nor fast, but death that never ceases and slowly tightened its grip on everyone.
If only Ho Gamyeong’s scheme had succeeded properly and the cliff had collapsed all at once, they would have died without even a moment to feel despair or pain.
However, they were now being dragged slowly into the grasp of death, like rabbits being driven during a hunt.
“F- From the start! You intended this from the start, you damn bastard strategiiiiist!"
"Jang Ilso! You demon! You cursed damned bastard son of a dog!"
Those who now belatedly grasped the situation poured their rage and curses upon Ho Gamyeong and Jang Ilso, but it was all futile. All those words could not leave this cliff and scattered away faintly.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaack!”
A few, unable to withstand the terror, gave up on escaping via the slopes and flung their bodies off the cliff.
It might have been a better choice than falling helplessly from the crumbling cliff, but it did not save their lives.
Tuung! Tuung!
The sickening sounds of bodies shattering from those who jumped echoed here and there. As groans that seemed to flow from the hell down below brushed past their ears repeatedly, it was enough to drive those standing on the cliff even more insane.
In that hellscape, the feelings of anyone who saw the only possible path to survival were likely all the same.
Going to the slope or jumping off. The Evil Tyrant Alliance martial artists who gave up on both screamed to the bitter end and rushed toward the place where Mount Hua and the Sun Palace were clashing.
Not to defeat Mount Hua. But to trample over and get past the Sun Palace blocking their way.
"Th- They're coming!"
The first to spot and face them was Wudang.
The Wudang swordsmen, whom Hua Mountain had temporarily set aside to fight the Sun Palace, raised their swords with difficulty while warily watching the Evil Tyrant Alliance martial artists rushing toward them like ghosts.
However, the Evil Tyrant Alliance martial artists didn't even spare a glance at Wudang, who seemed like perfect prey having lost all their strength. Rather, they avoided Wudang swordsmen and passed them by.
“Open up! Open the path! Damn it!”
Kaaaaang!
Their screams were directed at none other than the Sun Palace warriors.
Toward the very innermost edge of the cliff. Not the cliff jutting out toward the outside of the mountain, but the place made of soil and trees. Toward the Sun Palace members who were thoroughly blocking that path of life (생로(生路)).
Hwaaaaaaak!
But as if they had anticipated this situation, the Sun Palace warriors unleashed their Scorching Yang Internal Art without a moment’s hesitation. They literally burned the Evil Tyrant Alliance martial artists alive.
“Aaaaaaaaah!”
Dozens of Evil Tyrant Alliance martial artists screamed as they were engulfed in crimson flames. The sight of them writhing, unable to withstand the searing pain, looked bizarrely like they were dancing. They then shrieked and rolled on the ground. The flames that shot up as their bodies burned formed yet another wall, blocking those who wanted to live.
“Euaaaaa! You sons of dooooooogs!”
Frenzied attacks poured towards those who had been allies just moments before.
Was that all? Hands wrapped in terrible heat were also swung toward those they had fought alongside just moments before.
Pandemonium (아비규환(阿鼻叫喚)).
At the crossroads of life and death, the boundary between enemy and ally, the boundary between sects, and even the boundary between Righteous and Evil crumbled away.
All that remained were those trying to survive and those trying not to allow it.
“D- Do something! Goddamn it, you guys are Mount Hua!”
“If this continues, we’ll all die! Please!”
The Evil Tyrant Alliance martial artists, sensing they could not break through the Sun Palace on their own, screamed and clung to Mount Hua.
Baek Cheon clenched his fist and gritted his teeth.
He had expected them to resort to such tactics. He knew they would even sacrifice their own subordinates here.
But seeing it with his own eyes was unbearably horrific. Rage boiled up inside him to the point his stomach seemed to churn.
But right now, he had no time to feel pity. No matter how wide the top of the cliff was, if it continued to collapse at this rate, it was only a matter of time before the ground beneath their feet gave way.
Baek Cheon glared at the Sun Palace Master. That face soaked in infinitely base pleasure was utterly revolting.
He could feel it from that face.
The place where the Sun Princess stepped is a terrain leading to the summit of a mountain. Even this collapse will not ultimately collapse.
Though separated by mere steps, they stood on the side of life (생(生)), while the rest belonged to death (사(死)). At this crossroads, does a power as immense as holding the path to survival exist?
That was why Baek Cheon could never forgive that person.
A cruel man who forcibly blocks living people wanting to survive right in front of him and eventually forces them into the pit of death. A base and vulgar person who relished his superiority through such vicious acts.
"This...!"
The moment his pounding heart was colored with rage, Baek Cheon tried to charge forward. But JoGol and Yoon Jong's swords were already flying toward the Sun Palace Master one step ahead.
"Move! You damned bastaaaaaaard!"
The sword Jo-Gol extended split into dozens and poured onto the Sun Palace Master’s entire body. But as if he had expected it, the Sun Palace Master immediately countered with Scorching Yang Internal Art akin to an erupting volcano.
The instantaneous pressure and intense heat crushed the sword energy.
"Keuk!"
A rough groan burst from Jo-Gol's mouth.
'Damn it!'
But he cannot retreat like this. For behind him lies only death.
“Euaaaaaaap!”
Just as Jo-Gol tried to charge in recklessly without looking back, the blazing scorching yang energy that had surged up like an iron wall exploded and scattered, sweeping over him.
“Aaaaack!”
“Gol-ah!”
Yoon Jong desperately swung his sword and barely managed to cast a sword curtain in front of Jo-Gol. But he couldn’t fully withstand the recoil. He became tangled with Jo-Gol and was thrown backwards.
Hye Yeon, clad in his black monk’s robe, immediately rushed in.
"Ooooooooh!"
Paaaaat!
Hye Yeon's fists drew dozens of trajectories in the air. Arhat Fist at its extreme realm. Not the heavy fist he usually deployed. A fist focused on speed and destructive power, and thus somewhat befitting the word 'hasty.'
"Hmph!"
The Sun Palace Master snorted and swung his fist. Dozens of fist shadows spread through the air, each infused with formidable internal strength.
The fist that completely broke through Hye Yeon's attacks eventually struck Hye Yeon's body.
Kwang!
“Keuhak!”
Hye Yeon spat blood and was pushed far backward.
If not for Yoo Iseol's sword that flew in like an arrow toward the Sun Palace Master's neck at just that moment, he might have suffered serious injuries from the follow-up attack.
Kaang!
However, even Yoo Iseol's sword which saved Hye Yeon couldn't bring down the Sun Palace Master. Though her swift and precise swordplay left a deep scar on the Sun Palace Master’s prized hand, it was impossible to make him retreat with such superficial flesh wounds.
Kwang!
Yoo Iseol, who blocked the Sun Palace Master’s palm force mid-air, was ultimately flung backward.
“Diiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee!”
The Evil Tyrant Alliance martial artists who had been desperately looking for an opening all charged at the Sun Palace Master simultaneously. With the mindset that they would die anyway if they couldn't bring him down.
“How dare you!”
But the single volley of fire unleashed by the Sun Princess engulfed them in a maelstrom of flames. Desperate screams burst out, and Evil Tyrant Alliance martial artists turned into lumps of charcoal instantly and fell.
Posok!
Simultaneously, the corpses crumbled and scattered.
The Sun Palace Master let out a massive lion's roar.
"Did I look that easy to you, you insignificant wretches!"
The Solar Palace Master, standing like Mount Tai filled with venom and malice, opened his bloodshot eyes wide. And he looked down upon everyone despairing before him.
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