Chapter 62 Black Dragon Hall (1)
“Guhk, grrr.”
A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Baek Dong-il’s mouth. It was right after a fierce battle anyway.
In that state, he encountered a formidable swordsman. How could his body possibly hold out?
Baek Dong-il spat out another mouthful of congealed blood.
The internal injuries from that single exchange were severe, but he had also learned much.
‘A swordsman from the Huashan Sect…’
When their blades clashed, he’d glimpsed the Plum Blossom Sword—though it seemed shaken by passion, its tip pierced him with precise precision.
Baek Dong-il suddenly recalled Gu Yang-jeok.
Could this man also be a disciple of the same generation? Curiosity struck Baek Dong-il, and he took a step back.
“I am Baek Dong-il, the Black Dragon Sect’s Demon Sword Ghost. What is your name?“
At those words, the Taoist shot him a look that seemed to say he must be mad.
It was far too polite, absurdly ridiculous, for a sworn enemy who had slain a fellow disciple to utter.
The Taoist asked angrily.
”What meaning does that have!“
”I must know who slays me before I report to Yama.”
Baek Dong-il’s words were too calm, almost serene. It seemed as if he had no will to fight at all.
Moreover, his appearance and condition looked wretched. He seemed barely able to swing a sword.
Baek Dong-il spoke as if pleading.
“Unlike me, who has enemies in the heretical sect, you are a Taoist, aren’t you?”
Only then did the Taoist spit out the words as if coughing up blood.
“Yes, I am Heon Yang, the third disciple of the Hwasan Sect!”
