Novel Return Of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 874
Hwiiing!
The spear of Revolving Spear Ghost flew in with a howling wind noise and penetrated the upper chest. Blood spurted out from the gaping wound.
Hong Dae-gwang hit the spear with his staff, but the force he used was as strong as that of a child’s hands. The light in his eyes is almost gone now. It was clearly visible how extreme the situation was.
“Kekek.”
Revolving Spear Ghost snickered softly as he withdrew his spear.
“You stupid beggar!”
It is commendable that he is still standing on his feet after suffering such a wound. The fact that he’s so close to death and yet he’s still willing to fight while swinging that short staff is worthy of a round of applause.
But even so, it is a meaningless struggle.
“Hat!”
Revolving Spear Ghost’s spear created a dozen of spear shadows and struck Hong Dae-gwang’s chest as if toying with him. Hong Dae-gwang’s energy was depleted and caused him unable to resist properly, struggling as if he were dancing and retreating.
“It’s over!”
Revolving Spear Ghost, d?o?rans?ate.c?m tired of toying with him, unleashed his final blow. His spear, laden with fierce energy, flooded Hong Dae-gwang’s neck in one swoop.
Hong Dae-gwang, who had reached his limit as he watched the spear fly in to take his breath away, could not react at all. Revolving Spear Ghost turned his gaze, already scouting for the next prey, without a shred of doubt that his spear would pierce Hong Dae-gwang’s neck.
‘Next is....’
It was at that very moment.
Kaang!
An immense pain came from the hand holding his spear, and then his body was thrown back helplessly.
‘What?’
Kung!
Barely regaining his balance by planting the spear shaft on the ground, Revolving Spear Ghost quickly looked ahead in astonishment.
A man suddenly appeared and stood between him and Hong Dae-gwang.
‘Since when?’
He hadn’t even sensed him at all?
He was sure of Hong Dae-gwang’s death and, as soon as he looked away for a second, the man jumped in between and blocked his spear?
That young man?
Revolving Spear Ghost scanned the opponent with cold eyes. His survival instincts, honed through numerous battlefields, were attempting to first gauge the opponent’s capabilities.
Black martial arts attire.
A rather slender sword in one hand.
A face that matches the word young.
However, the first thing that caught his eyes before everything else was the hand holding the sword and the numerous scars carved on the forearm revealed between the sleeves.
Scars drawn horizontally and vertically, as if they had been carved on purpose, covered his hands and arms like spiderwebs.
At that moment, chills ran down Revolving Spear Ghost’s spine.
‘That’s...’
He had seen it a few times before.
The vagabond wanders through the world seeking only the battlefield. Even among those vagabonds to whom the term “the life of a fly” are applied, there are some who survive for an extraordinarily long time, and their hands were just like that.
Those hands resemble those of the people who have gone through numerous battles and repeatedly crossed the line of life and death.
At that time, the man who intervened slowly opened his mouth without taking his eyes off Revolving Spear Ghost.
“Are you all right?”
Hong Dae-gwang, who had been on the brink of death and barely made it back, was mesmerized by the back of a man standing in front of him as if he had already forgotten about it. He looked as if dreaming.
“...Gol.”
His parched mouth wouldn’t open easily, so he wet his lips multiple times.
A familiar yet unfamiliar, dependable back. Hong Dae-gwang recalled the name of a person he knew.
“...Jo-Gol Dojang?”
Then Jo-Gol turned his head slightly, looked at Hong Dae-gwang, and smiled.
“Long time no see.”
“Ah....”
Hong Dae-gwang blinked several times as if he couldn’t believe it, and finally slumped down on the spot.
Flop.
“Mount Hua Sect?”
The black martial attire and the red plum blossom symbol were the unmistakable signs of the famous Mount Hua.
Nevertheless, the reason he hadn’t immediately thought of Mount Hua upon seeing them was that their momentum was too eerie.
A very different and disparate momentum from the Righteous Sects they’ve faced so far. Moreover, what about that breathtaking murderous intent?
So, as soon as he saw them, he couldn’t possibly think they were Mount Hua. He could never have imagined that a Taoist radiates a more killing intent than Evil Sects.
‘Mount Hua? Then this guy....?’
It was then.
“Step back. You’ll get hurt.”
“Do- Dojang. I...”
“Let’s continue the conversation later.”
One person’s voice calmly and comfortably resonated throughout the battlefield.
It was a slow voice that’s completely out of place in a battlefield rife with death and blood.
Step.
The owner of that voice slowly walked forward.
Hair swept into a high ponytail.
Slightly short height.
The black Taoist attire that flutters in time with his steps.
It wasn’t a particularly impressive appearance.
Compared to Jo-Gol, who exudes a sharp force that is no different from a blade, and Yoon Jong, who radiates a suffocating sense of pressure, this person’s aura is incredibly ordinary.
However,
From the moment Revolving Spear Ghost heard that voice, he couldn’t take his eyes off the man.
It was a warning sent by instinct. d?o?rans?ate d?t c?m Those who had lived in the law of the jungle their entire lives instinctively sensed who the most dangerous person on the battlefield was.
And now his instincts are speaking.
That man is the most dangerous person here right now.
Step. Step.
The man who had slowly walked forward stopped at some point.
Seuuk.
And then he slowly looked at the dead people. The gaze remained motionless for a while, as if engraving them into his memory.
None of the people watching the scene could dare to take their eyes off him.
Seuuk.
The man’s gaze shifted once again, this time towards those who were injured and groaning.
Though the time that passed while he silently moved his eyes may not have been long, it felt as if the world had come to a standstill. It felt longer than forever.
This must be what they mean when they say it feels like you can’t breathe.
Gulp.
The small sound of someone swallowing dry saliva resonated like thunder. An overwhelming silence weighed down the entire area of the merchant guild.
And finally.
The man’s gaze slowly returned.
There was nothing particularly different. An expression not that different from before, and eyes that hadn’t changed either.
However, the pressure felt by the Evil Sects people receiving those gazes could never be the same as the first time.
In this place, where slaughter, death, and suffering unfolded, the man who had witnessed it all with his own eyes slowly opened his mouth.
“You’ve.......”
Everyone held their breath, waiting for what would come next. It was as if it had been preordained that they should do so.
“... went on quite a rampage.”
The corners of the man’s mouth slowly curled up.
At that eerie smile, both Revolving Spear Ghost and Iron Ghost felt their hearts sink.
“So you guys....”
It seemed as if the man had committed each and every face to memory as he scanned the crowd of Evil Sects from left to right.
“How would you like to die?”
The moment those words were spoken, the air on the battlefield became as cold as ice, as if the heat until now had been a lie.