Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 875

The Heoseon Spear Demon’s spear flew quickly, making a loud, sharp sound, and stabbed into his chest. Blood poured from the wound.

Hong Daeguang hit the spear with his club, but he didn’t have much strength. His eyes were dim, showing he was close to death.

“Heh heh.”

The Heoseon Spear Demon chuckled as he pulled out his spear.

“You stupid beggar!”

It was amazing he could still stand after being hurt so badly. He was still trying to fight with his short club, even though he was dying. It was worthy of applause.

But it was still hopeless.

“Ha!”

The Heoseon Spear Demon’s spear moved so fast it looked like there were many spears, cutting Hong Daeguang’s chest. Hong Daeguang was weak and could barely defend himself. He stumbled backward like a puppet.

“It’s over!”

The Heoseon Spear Demon was bored and decided to end the fight. His spear, full of power, flew towards Hong Daeguang’s neck very fast.

Hong Daeguang was too weak to react. He watched the spear fly towards his throat, ready to kill him. The Heoseon Spear Demon was sure he would hit Hong Daeguang’s neck, so he looked away to find his next target.

‘Who’s next…?’

Just then…

Clang!

A great pain shot through the hand holding the spear, and the Heoseon Spear Demon was thrown backward, weak and helpless.

‘What?’

Thud!

The Heoseon Spear Demon stuck his spear into the ground to keep from falling. He looked ahead in shock.

A man had appeared out of nowhere and was standing between him and Hong Daeguang.

‘When?’

He hadn’t even felt him coming!

He had stopped his spear in the moment when he was sure Hong Daeguang would die and had looked away?

That young kid?

The Heoseon Spear Demon looked at the man with cold eyes. His instinct to survive, learned from many fights, made him quickly check how strong the new fighter was.

The man wore black martial arts clothes.

He held a thin sword in one hand.

He looked young.

But the Heoseon Spear Demon noticed the many scars on the man’s arm between his hand and his sleeve.

Scars crossed each other, like someone had drawn lines on purpose, covering his hand and arm like a spiderweb.

A chill went down the Heoseon Spear Demon’s back.

‘That’s….’

He had seen it before.

Fighters who traveled the world just to fight. Some of these fighters lived short lives, like insects that only live for a day. But some lived a long time, and their hands looked like this man’s.

That hand looked like it belonged to someone who had fought many battles and had almost died many times.

The man slowly opened his mouth, never taking his eyes off the Heoseon Spear Demon.

“Are you alright?”

Hong Daeguang had almost died, but now he was safe. He stared at the man’s back, as if he had forgotten everything. He looked like he was dreaming.

“…Geol.”

His dry lips were hard to move, and he tried to speak a few times.

It was a familiar and reliable back. Hong Daeguang remembered the man’s name.

“…Jo Gul Dojang?”

Jo Gul turned his head slightly, looked at Hong Daeguang, and smiled.

“It’s been a while.”

“Ah…”

Hong Daeguang blinked, as if he couldn’t believe it, and then fell to the ground.

Plop.

His face changed many times as he sat there. He bit his lip as if he was angry, then sighed in relief, as if he was relieved….

Hong Daeguang showed many feelings at once – anger, relief, and sadness – and then finally spoke angrily.

“Damn it… you… you should have come sooner! I thought… I thought I was finished.”

“I’m sorry. I rushed here as soon as I heard the news.”

“No… I’m glad you came, even now. Even now. Oh…”

The Heoseon Spear Demon’s face twisted in anger as he watched them.

‘Are these bastards…?’

They were ignoring him and talking to each other. How could he, a martial artist, let them do that?

“Are these things ignoring me?”

Just as he was about to say something, Jo Gul looked at him.

Flinch.

When he saw those emotionless eyes, the Heoseon Spear Demon stopped talking.

Looking into those cold eyes, his instinct told him to be quiet.

‘Am I actually scared of this young brat?’

The Heoseon Spear Demon was confused by what was happening.

“You son of a bitch!”

The Heoseon Spear Demon turned to the angry shout.

“Are you alright?”

“…Yoo, Yoon Jong Dojang.”

Someone was helping the Hwayeongmun Lord, who had been fighting the Iron Monstrosity. The Iron Monstrosity was growling at him from a distance, unable to attack.

‘What the hell is going on…?’

The Heoseon Spear Demon realized that something strange was happening on the battlefield.

The feeling in the air had changed. It was strange, but the battlefield felt very different now.

The only difference was the two new people. No, it was just the three people who had arrived.

But the fighting had stopped. The people who had been attacking each other were now staying away from each other and growling quietly.

It was like wolves fighting over land had seen a tiger coming.

On the other hand, the faces of the Seoan fighters who saw the three new people were full of great joy and relief. Some were crying.

The Heoseon Spear Demon was shocked.

Only three people. How could the arrival of those three stop the battle, which had been so intense?

‘Who the hell are these bastards?’

“Hey.”

The man’s sword flew towards him like lightning.

‘What?’

By the time he realized it, the sword was already in his shoulder.

“Guh!”

The Heoseon Spear Demon stumbled backward, feeling a sharp pain in his shoulder. He moved back more than ten feet, and sweat poured down his face.

He looked at his shoulder and saw blood coming from the torn clothes. It wasn’t a dream.

‘…I didn’t even see it.’

How could a human move a sword so fast?

The Heoseon Spear Demon was shocked to see such a fast sword for the first time. He felt chills all over his body.

He was surprised that the young fighter was so fast. He felt a heavy pressure knowing he had to fight him.

Thud. Thud.

Jo Gul, who had stabbed him in the shoulder, and Yoon Jong, who had saved Wi Rip-san, slowly stepped forward.

The Heoseon Spear Demon tried to stop himself from moving back, feeling the heavy pressure that was crushing him.

Even the Demonic Sect members, who seemed unstoppable, and the fighters who were risking their lives, stopped and stared at the new people.

‘Who the hell are these bastards….’

Then, the Heoseon Spear Demon noticed something. His eyes widened in shock.

He saw a plum blossom pattern on the chest of the man coming towards him.

“Hwa, Hwasan…?”

The Heoseon Spear Demon felt a chill and groaned.

“Hwasan Sect?”

The black clothes and the red plum blossom pattern were the famous symbols of Hwasan.

But he hadn’t thought of Hwasan at first because the new people felt so strange.

They were so different from the Righteous Sect people he had fought before. And they were giving off a suffocating, murderous feeling.

He couldn’t believe they were Hwasan. He couldn’t imagine Taoists being more murderous than the Demonic Sect.

‘Hwasan? Then is this guy perhaps…?’

Just then…

“Stand back. You’ll get hurt.”

“Do, Dojang-nim. I’m…”

“Let’s finish the story later.”

A calm voice echoed across the battlefield.

It was a slow voice that didn’t fit the bloody battlefield.

Thud.

The owner of the voice slowly walked forward.

His hair was pulled back roughly and tied in a simple knot.

He wasn’t tall, shorter than many of the fighters around him.

A black robe, dark as shadows, moved with him as he walked, rustling softly in the sudden quiet.

He didn’t look very impressive.

Compared to Jo Gul, who looked sharp and dangerous, or Yoon Jong, who seemed to crush everything around him, this man seemed ordinary.

However…

From the moment he heard the man’s voice, the Heoseon Spear Demon couldn’t look away.

His instinct warned him. He knew that the most dangerous person on the battlefield was that man.

Thud. Thud.

The man stopped walking.

He looked at the dead bodies.

He stared at them for a long time, as if he was memorizing them.

No one dared to look away from him.

He looked at the injured people.

He was silent for a long time. It felt like the world had stopped.

It was suffocating.

Gulp.

Someone swallowed, and the sound was as loud as thunder. A terrifying silence filled the area.

Finally…

The man looked back.

Nothing had changed. He looked the same as before.

But the Demonic Sect members felt a great pressure from his gaze.

The man had seen the killing, death, and pain. He slowly opened his mouth.

“You’ve….”

Everyone held their breath, waiting for him to speak. They felt like they had to.

“…made quite a mess.”

The man slowly smiled.

The Heoseon Spear Demon and the Iron Monstrosity felt their hearts sink at that eerie smile.

“So, you….”

The man looked at all the Demonic Sect members, as if he was memorizing their faces.

“How do you want to die?”

When he said those words, the air turned as cold as ice.