The atmosphere in the hall began to cool down.
What were they expecting here?
They wanted to see the best warriors, who would be responsible for the future of their sects, use their all to compete and win.
Because the brightest among them were fighting, there was bound to be interest in seeing things that they hadn’t seen during previous spars.
However, the scene unfolding in front of them, who gathered to see this fight, was different from what they expected.
‘What is this?’
Everyone was visibly shocked.
Chung Myung was unilaterally pushing around Hae Yeon of Shaolin, that too without a sword?
And one of the best techniques Shaolin had ever known was destroyed with just a pair of bare hands?
Of course, these facts were a bit disconcerting.
But the thing which shook them the most was the heavy atmosphere on the stage. And that heavy and gloomy feeling began to crush down onto the audience.
But it was nothing compared to what the sect leaders were going through.
“Hm.”
In the end, Heo Do Jinin couldn’t hold on and groaned.
-This is nothing compared to what Mount Hua has suffered.
Those words pierced his body.
Unknowingly, he glanced around.
People who were looking at the stage with faces that showed their confusion. And just like Heo Do Jinin, they couldn’t hide their discomfort from showing.
Two types of people were mixed in this situation.
However, what made Heo Do Jinin truly shocked was the fact that most of the sect leaders seemed to be ignorant of this.
‘Did they forget it?’
Had so many of them forgotten what happened?
“Haha.”
He sighed.
It had been only a hundred years.
To Heo Do Jinin, Mount Hua was like a thorn in his heart. It was something he didn’t show, but every time he looked at Mount Hua, he would feel a bit of a prick on the inside.
But…
‘There are those who forgot about it too?’
Well, that could be.
Because it was never spoken about.
It couldn’t have been something that was passed down to the next generation sect leader. And Mount Hua was already in a state of ruin. So the past sect leaders must have thought that keeping their mouths shut and dying would do more good for their sects.
But now Mount Hua had crawled up from the pits of despair.
And now they were asking them.
Are you being honest?
Really.
Heo Do Jinin shook his head. His gaze was fixed on Chung Myung, who couldn’t stand his own anger.
The anger.
The wailing.
How could he not understand it?
How would it have been if he was in the same position as Chung Myung? What if Wudang gave up everything to save the world and Wudang, who received such a huge task, was ignored and the sects turned away from it?
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ROMHS Chap 151 - 350
AksiThe 13th disciple of the Mount Hua Sect, one of the greatest third generation swordsmen, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint: Chung Myung. After defeating the Heavenly Demon and ending his reign of chaos, Chung Myung breathed his last on the summit of the...