Fist Demon of Mount Hua - Chapter 50

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Episode 50. There is no justice more precious than human life—4
“Hehehehe!”
A bizarre laugh spilled from between Eun Haseong’s lips.
Vitality coursed through his entire body. It was as though an active volcano had erupted within him.
He had writhed through the night in excruciating agony.
The power contained in the Spiritual Pill left behind by the Blood Demon was truly extraordinary, radically restructuring his body.
His muscles and bones had been forced to move about violently—reshaping him into the optimal body for mastering the Blood Demon’s Martial Art.
In exchange, Eun Haseong had experienced hell. His muscles had torn dozens of times, only to mend again and again, while the movement of his bones subjected his entire body to the sensation of burning in fire throughout the endless night.
But in return, he had gained both a restructured body and enormous Internal Power. By any measure, it was a trade that profited him immensely.
“Excellent!”
A satisfied smile appeared on his face, drenched with sweat.
He stood two inches taller than before, his shoulders broader. His muscles had become both more taut and more supple.
Eun Haseong picked up the blade resting nearby.
It was the Xue Dao, the other legacy left behind by the Blood Demon.
Woom!
The divine blade cried out in his grip. A Blade Cry far greater than ever before echoed through the chamber.
“So at last you recognize me as your true master.”
The Xue Dao had cried out before as well. But then the tone had been one of reluctance, whereas now it sang with a great cry as though acknowledging Eun Haseong as its rightful master.
The power radiating from the Xue Dao was incomparable to what it had been. A strength befitting its reputation as a divine blade flowed from it.
‘At this level….’
Eun Haseong became intoxicated with the formidable power he felt from his body and blade.
Now it seemed he could shatter mountains and bring the heavens crashing down. Such intense heat dominated every fiber of his being.
His body tingled with restlessness.
He wanted to release this hunger as quickly as possible. If he did not, his body felt as though it might explode.
Fortunately, Eun Haseong knew of such a place nearby.
He emerged from his quarters. His lieutenant approached him.
“Master, are you well?”
“Quite well indeed.”
He began to walk. His lieutenant hurried to follow at his side.
“Where are you going, sir?”
“The Blood Demon Cave.”
“For what purpose?”
“I received a fine gift from the Blood Demon. The least I can do is offer him a proper rite in return.”
A sinister smile played across Eun Haseong’s lips.
After only a short walk, an entrance to a vast underground cavity appeared before them. This was what he called the Blood Demon Cave.
Wind swept forth from the gaping mouth of the Blood Demon Cave, like the jaws of some colossal beast. Eun Haseong caught the damp stench carried on it.
“Ah! Good. A fine feeling indeed.”
Eun Haseong stepped into the Blood Demon Cave.
He had been here hundreds of times before. His footsteps carried no hesitation.
“Master.”
The subordinates guarding the Blood Demon Cave bowed their heads in greeting. Beyond them, a multitude of laborers huddled together.
They were all gaunt and reeking. Once they had harbored grand dreams as they ventured toward the Western Region, but now their dreams lay shattered, their spirits deeply wounded. Their eyes held scarcely a glimmer of life.
Eun Haseong walked toward them. Sensing something ominous in his approach, their faces twisted with terror.
Then someone stirred among the crowd and staggered forward.
It was Heuk No, Shim Ok’s bodyguard, clad in a black night robe torn to shreds. He had been held captive in the Blood Demon Cave in a state of utter ruin.
His blood-smeared face rose, his voice trembling with rage.
“To commit such deeds that Heaven and humanity condemn alike—do you not fear Heaven? Master Eun.”
“Heaven? There are still fools who believe in such things?”
“The Blood Rin Killer will make their move. When that time comes, do not regret your actions.”
“We shall see! Who will regret?”
Eun Haseong smiled. There was such confidence in his expression that Heuk No felt an inexplicable dread.
“In the past, the Blood Rin Killer would have been troublesome. But now that I have obtained the Blood Demon’s Legacy, there exists no one who can stop me. Not even the Blood Rin Killer.”
“Have you truly uncovered the Blood Demon’s Legacy?”
Rather than answer, Eun Haseong drew forth the Xue Dao.
Woom!
The sinister Blade Cry of the Xue Dao rippled through the Blood Demon Cave. The Internal Power of Eun Haseong, who wielded it, was amplified several times over.
At the sight of him, Heuk No could only squeeze his eyes shut.
“The Blood Demon left behind a Spiritual Pill for his successor. I consumed that pill. Thanks to it, I have obtained this power.”
Eun Haseong advanced toward the captives. Their eyes widened with fear as they watched him approach, yet there was nowhere to escape.
Eun Haseong fixed his gaze upon one of them.
“Please… spare me…….”
Thud!
In that instant, Eun Haseong drove the Xue Dao through the man’s chest.
“Gahhh!”
The man stared at Eun Haseong with eyes full of disbelief. But all he could see was Eun Haseong’s dark smile.
Tremor.
At that moment, the man’s chest heaved violently. Or rather, it was the Xue Dao embedded in his chest that thrummed with terrible life.
The man’s complexion drained in seconds, all color fleeing from his flesh until he turned pale as ice.
“I… I…?”
Heuk No’s eyes widened.
As the man grew paler, the Xue Dao glowed ever brighter red. And now Heuk No saw it clearly: not a single drop of blood spilled from the man’s chest where the blade pierced.
The Xue Dao was drinking his blood.
“A… a Demon Blade.”
“It’s the Blood Demon’s legacy. By absorbing the blood of others this way, it amplifies Internal Power.”
“Madness!”
“The Blood Demon was a genius. To have crafted such a Demonic Art and conjured such a creature.”
Eun Haseong’s smile deepened.
No one had taught him this. He simply understood it after consuming the Spiritual Pill the Blood Demon had left behind—the way a child learns to walk of its own accord, the way a fledgling bird beats its wings by pure instinct.
Eun Haseong withdrew the Xue Dao, and the man collapsed lifelessly. Drained of every drop of blood, the corpse lay withered and hollow.
“Spare me, I beg you!”
“I don’t want to die.”
Those who witnessed this scene scattered in panic, scrambling in all directions. But there was nowhere for them to run.
Thud!
“Hrrgh!”
Another soul became the Xue Dao’s sacrifice.
Drained of all blood, the man collapsed to the ground as a corpse drained of life.
“Kugh!”
Heuk No turned away, unable to bear the sight.
‘What madness is this…….’
The Eun Haseong known to the world was a great hero who had quelled the Blood Demon’s rampage against the Blood Killing Sect. Who could have imagined he harbored such cruelty?
In mere moments, a dozen or more fell to the Xue Dao. They writhed in absolute agony until their final breath left their bodies.
“Hehehehe!”
Eun Haseong’s smile grew darker still.
His eyes gleamed with killing intent, and reason flickered away like a dying flame. Yet, consumed by madness, he felt none of it.
Heuk No’s voice tore through the cavern.
“Stop this madness! Are you planning to slaughter everyone in this place?”
“Why? What reason do I have to spare them?”
“They are human beings.”
“And?”
“I implore you—show mercy.”
“Hehehehe! You’ve held back this whole time, and now you presume to lecture me? No one in this world can command me.”
Eun Haseong approached Heuk No, his eyes bloodshot and burning with killing intent. The Xue Dao in his hand pointed straight at him. Heuk No sensed his final hour had come.
‘Souju…….’
He closed his eyes and awaited death, resolved that even at the end, he would not show an ignoble face.
It was the moment Eun Haseong moved to drive the Xue Dao into Heuk No.
Boom!
A low sound suddenly echoed from far away.
Most of those in the Blood Demon Cave did not even register the sound, and those who did gave it no thought. They took it for nothing more than ordinary noise, the kind heard anywhere.
But Eun Haseong was different.
Boom!
Once more the sound cut through the air from distant reaches. In an instant, Eun Haseong’s face twisted.
What was mere noise to others had shaken his very spirit.
‘Something approaches.’
Something with a power intense enough to rattle the spirit of one who had inherited the Blood Demon’s Internal Power.
Eun Haseong spoke to his subordinates.
“Something stirs outside. Go and find out what.”
“As you command!”
His men answered and rushed outside.
At the sudden commotion, Heuk No cautiously opened his eyes. He saw Eun Haseong, now turned away, his back to him.
Simply from the sight of Eun Haseong’s tense, rigid shoulders, Heuk No could sense he was guarding against something.
‘What on earth has happened?’
Though others might not notice, Heuk No could sense the unease rippling through Eun Haseong.
Then it came.
Bang!
A faint sound reached even Heuk No’s ears. Then it rang out again, closer this time.
Bang! Bang!
The intervals between the sounds grew shorter. And louder.
‘What is that?’
Something was moving toward this place.
Heuk No’s eyes trembled beneath the wrinkled folds of his brow.
“What, what is it?”
“What’s happening out there?”
The martial artists of Seochen Mountain Manor murmured nervously. Inexplicable dread clouded their faces.
When several of them could bear it no longer and began moving toward the East Tunnel,
Crash!
Suddenly, something shot through the tunnel entrance with a deafening roar.
“Aah!”
The martial artists shrieked and scattered to both sides. The object that had flown in from outside the tunnel struck the cavern wall and fell to the ground.
“This, this is—?”
The martial artists of Seochen Mountain Manor gasped at the sight of what lay crumpled on the floor.
Though the body was crushed beyond recognition, they knew at once it was the comrade who had gone out moments before to assess the situation outside.
Silence descended over the Blood Demon Cave.
Everyone—laborers and martial artists alike—held their breath, seized by an ominous premonition.
Only Eun Haseong stared toward the East Tunnel with an expression of displeasure.
He was about to issue another order to his subordinates
when a scraping sound, then a thud—scrape, thud—filled the cave.
A completely different, alien noise now echoed through the Blood Demon Cave.
Something tapping the ground, then dragging across it.
Under normal circumstances, no one would have spared it a second thought. But now, in this moment, their hearts hammered wildly.
The ominous sound that set their hearts on edge grew steadily louder. As it echoed off the walls, it amplified into something sinister, and the tension reached a fever pitch.
Gulp.
The instant someone swallowed hard, a figure emerged from beyond the East Tunnel.
Drenched head to foot in crimson. His long coat, once black, was saturated with blood and gleamed a dark red.
An acrid, overwhelming blood scent poured from his body.
The mere act of breathing in that scent made minds reel and vision swim.
The man continued forward with dragging steps, entering the cave completely.
It was Heuk No who recognized him first.
The man he had met at an inn before ascending Seochen Mountain Manor.
“Dam Ho?”
It was Dam Ho.
Intense heat radiated from Dam Ho’s entire body. The blood covering him evaporated in the heat, shimmering like heat-haze rising into the air.
Silence fell. Overwhelmed by Dam Ho’s overwhelming presence, no one dared breathe loudly.
Dam Ho’s gaze swept across the interior of the cave.
Laborers who had been seized and forced to work, Seochen Mountain Manor’s martial artists surrounding them, and Heuk No, bound and kneeling.
His eyes finally came to rest on the corpses—drained of all blood by the Xue Dao, transformed into hollow husks.
Though he had looked only once, Dam Ho grasped the situation within the cave.
“Who are you?”
Eun Haseong’s voice then reached Dam Ho’s ears.
Scrape.
At last, Dam Ho’s gaze turned toward Eun Haseong.
Eyes stained madness-red met eyes black and infinitely deep, locked in the empty air between them.
In that instant, Eun Haseong’s eyes quivered.
What he saw in Dam Ho’s gaze was an unfathomable darkness, like the abyss of hell itself.
Eun Haseong had never imagined there existed one whose eyes could burn with such a light. In all his years meeting countless men, he had never encountered eyes like Dam Ho’s.
Uuuung!
From the moment Dam Ho appeared, the Xue Dao had been shrieking its Blade Cry, maddened.
Dam Ho stared at Eun Haseong without words. Eun Haseong tried to meet that gaze, refusing to yield, but the emotionless intensity of Dam Ho’s stare forced him to turn away.
Though he hated to admit it, he had been overwhelmed by Dam Ho’s gaze.
From between Dam Ho’s lips came a hoarse, phlegmy voice.
“Are you the master of Seochen Mountain Manor?”
“Who are you, then? Reveal yourself.”
In that instant, a profound darkness flickered across Dam Ho’s eyes.
“At last we meet.”
The moment Eun Haseong heard those words, he felt the blood drain from his entire body.
A lance of dread pierced through him from crown to heel, as though struck by lightning.
Dam Ho moved.
Without a word of warning, he came hurtling forward, and Eun Haseong reacted by raising the Xue Dao to shield himself.
“Madman!”

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