Murim Login - Chapter 707

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Chapter 707
The Nantian Demon Empress could not comprehend it.
How could this be? Her grand scheme, which she had never doubted would be flawless, had unraveled so thoroughly. And why was she now forced into a stalemate with mere members of the Ten Kings?
Yet there was no time for such questions.
Whoooosh!
A ferocious wave of force compressed the wind itself.
A colossal figure erased the space between them as it surged forward. From the end of Beast King Miao Wang’s fist erupted a verdant palm force that illuminated the world in sickly green.
Crash!
It was not so distant a memory.
The Nantian Demon Empress of mere hours ago—or at least from two hours prior—would have scoffed and deflected that palm force with contempt.
No matter how formidable Beast King Miao Wang was as one of the Ten Kings, no matter how he was underestimated for being of the Southern Barbarians, he was unmistakably a full tier beneath her.
That had been undeniable.
Until one man’s strike had severed her arm and torn away her ribs.
‘Jin Tae-kyung.’
A name that kindled rage merely by being remembered.
Gritting her teeth, the Nantian Demon Empress extended her leg. Her form vanished. Realizing his attack had found nothing, Beast King Miao Wang responded instantly.
Slash!
A towering frame exceeding eight feet. Yet Beast King Miao Wang’s movements were swift as wind, and his tiger eyes blazing with flame had already locked onto the Nantian Demon Empress hurtling toward his flank.
Whoosh-crack!
A hand vast as a tiger’s paw raked through space.
Screech!
In the instant wind-sharp as a blade tore through the palace lord’s robes, the Nantian Demon Empress threw herself into Beast King Miao Wang’s embrace and unleashed a palm strike with all her might.
Whoosh!
By all rights, it should have crushed flesh and shattered bone and organs.
Yet awaiting the Nantian Demon Empress’s small, blood-drenched hand was a palm several times larger—Beast King Miao Wang’s own.
Boom!
The world trembled. Simultaneously, a murky inner force as if laced with deadly poison flowed into the point of contact, ravaging one person’s interior.
Yet Beast King Miao Wang swallowed the blood surging in his throat and smiled.
“So this is all you have?”
“…!”
The Nantian Demon Empress’s eyes widened.
She could not believe it. That Beast King Miao Wang dared smile even in such circumstances.
And that her full-force palm strike had become so pathetically weak.
Gritting her teeth.
As blood trickled from between her clenched teeth, the Nantian Demon Empress’s form blurred.
Shh-shh-shh, boom!
Compressed air exploded outward with the wave of force.
In a flash, the Nantian Demon Empress’s limbs lashed out like lightning across every part of her body, and Beast King Miao Wang’s frame shuddered.
But that was all.
The external martial techniques honed over long ages had made Beast King Miao Wang’s body hard as steel, and the Nantian Demon Empress’s attacks—which should have long since made her cough blood and collapse to her knees—carried no longer the weight they once had.
No—rather, her power was gradually diminishing.
Though she drew upon the demonic qi flowing from the Rift, the catastrophic injuries inflicted by Jin Tae-kyung and the resulting discord in her mental fortitude could not be overcome.
And it was the Nantian Demon Empress herself who recognized this truth before anyone else.
‘…Exhausted? Me?’
All things have limits. Yet the Nantian Demon Empress had long forgotten her own. She had no choice but to forget.
For countless ages, she had never felt the touch of limitation. No one had ever driven her to her breaking point.
Until now.
Shwik, crack!
The moment the piercing sound that had been shrieking relentlessly ceased, the Nantian Demon Empress felt searing pain radiating from her grip.
A dull thud.
From the small fist that should have shattered her chest and burst her heart came the sickening sound of bones dislocating.
The Beast King Miao Wang, his massive palm clamping down on the Nantian Demon Empress’s fist, bared teeth stained with blood.
“I told you. I would tear your limbs from your body.”
“…!”
Her eyes, their vessels ruptured and bloodshot, snapped wide open at the chilling voice that pierced her ears.
The Nantian Demon Empress instinctively reached out with her other hand to seize the Beast King’s throat, but in that instant, she beheld the emerald fist filling her vision and understood.
‘Ah.’
One of her arms had already been claimed by another.
Whoooosh!
The world inverted. The Nantian Demon Empress’s vision blurred as she was hurled away like a cannonball.
In the slowed world, light and darkness flickered ceaselessly before her eyes, and heaven and earth exchanged places in a dizzying blur.
And at the end of that flight, a collision awaited that would pulverize her entire being.
Crash!
The rubble of the Inner Palace, piled high like a small mountain, split open as the Nantian Demon Empress was driven deep into its center, and blood gushed from her lips.
“Kugh—!”
Splatter.
Dark. Crimson.
Viscera-laden blood sprayed across the countless fragments of debris scattered in all directions.
Her trembling body convulsed with unbearable agony.
‘This… this cannot be. This cannot be.’
As a single thread of denial filled her mind, something entered the Nantian Demon Empress’s blurred vision.
Thud. Thump.
Debris shifting slightly, and from within it, a figure rising unsteadily.
A faint glimmer kindled in the Nantian Demon Empress’s trembling eyes.
Hope. It was hope itself.
“Me… save me. Quickly, save me…”
With a voice barely above a whisper, the Nantian Demon Empress reached out a quivering hand.
Toward the figure rising slowly on legs bent at grotesque angles.
Her faithful subordinate, whose throat hung slack where something had torn it away, awaiting a recovery so miraculous it defied the very laws of nature.
“Hurry, hurry and take me far from this place…”
In this moment, the Nantian Demon Empress desired nothing more desperately than she ever had before.
The grand scheme she had meticulously prepared had achieved only half its purpose, and death—something she had never once contemplated—now loomed before her eyes.
She had to escape this place by any means necessary.
She wanted to survive, no matter what. If she could just live, she could plan for the future.
She could return and continue her grand designs and vengeance elsewhere.
Yet the Nantian Demon Empress’s last glimmer of hope extinguished in the next instant, swallowed by the shadow that fell upon the Masked Figure’s head.
Whoosh. Crack!
The shadow’s true form was neither the Beast King Miao Wang nor Jin Tae-kyung, nor anyone else—merely an enormous boulder.
It was likely the aftermath of the impact.
From somewhere within the towering heap of debris—perhaps once a cornerstone of the Southern Barbarian Beast Palace—a massive stone weighing thousands of pounds crushed the Nantian Demon Empress’s final hope.
The Masked Figure, who had long since lost consciousness and now obeyed only commands, lay pinned beneath the rock, limbs twitching feebly.
And as the Nantian Demon Empress stared blankly at the sight, thunderous footsteps reached her ears.
Thud. Thud.
Footsteps approaching across blood-soaked earth, treading through sand and rubble. No—multiple sets of footsteps.
Among those unusually resonant steps, there was neither a single cry nor the clash of blades.
‘Ah.’
As the Nantian Demon Empress lifted her head, she finally understood.
The fierce battle fought over the fate of this land and the Southern Wilderness had already ended.
And with it, her own destiny—woven across countless ages—now rushed toward its final chapter.
At the head of their procession stood the one person who had orchestrated all of this.
Thud.
A massive beast’s foreleg, drenched in blood, stepped across the debris as it drew near.
Atop the enormous white tiger, which had stopped mere paces away, a face she despised even in her nightmares gazed down upon her.
“It’s been a while. You’ve become quite beautiful.”
Whoosh! Thunk!
A finger wind, released on pure instinct, grazed Jin Tae-kyung’s shoulder and pierced through the debris beyond.
He wiped the blood flowing from the torn flesh across his palm, then licked the blood-soaked hand.
“Thanks. I was thirsty anyway. Is this what they call a grandmother’s affection?”
“…!”
A surge of emotion.
Blood trickled from between her clenched teeth.
As the Nantian Demon Empress strained to rise with all her remaining strength, a dozen spears flew toward Jin Tae-kyung’s head.
Screech, boom!
With a single gesture, the Nantian Demon Empress deflected the spears launched by the Baekcheon Brigade, her eyes widening as blood vessels burst across them.
“How dare you!”
Roooar!
Her voice, infused with power, shook the world around them. Though the Nantian Demon Empress had lost an arm and suffered grievous internal injuries, the demonic energy flowing from the Rift still granted her tremendous strength.
And yet….
‘It’s not enough.’
Even so, she could not overturn the current situation.
The Nantian Demon Empress understood better than anyone the truth of her situation—the desperate reality closing in upon her.
And in the next moment, witnessing the Beast King Miao Wang take his place on either side of Jin Tae-kyung, her conviction crystallized.
‘I am going to die.’
With a body shattered like this, there was nothing I could do.
Even if by some miracle I survived and escaped this place, thousands upon thousands of Southern Barbarian warriors awaited me beyond these walls.
Certain death.
Those two words pressed down upon my entire being with an unimaginable weight. They swept away every thought from my mind, leaving my turbulent heart utterly hollow.
And the instant my consciousness came to a complete standstill, a final piercing sound tore through the silence.
Whoosh!
The Beast King Miao Wang, Su-ho-ryung, and Jin Tae-kyung.
As though bound by an ancient covenant, they became a single gust of wind and surged forward.
They would grant no more than a heartbeat’s respite, no time for final words—driven by a single, unwavering resolve to sever the breath of the Evil Demon known as the Nantian Demon Empress.
Boom!
A tremendous emerald fist force crushes the air. Blood-stained fangs cleave through the wind. A transparent spear blade, infused with the last reserves of inner strength, glimmers with pale blue tribulation flame.
And every fragment of this scene was captured perfectly in one person’s eyes.
At that same moment, a faint glimmer of light seeped into the hollow gaze of the Old Woman—she who had once possessed beauty unmatched by anyone in the world, now watching death descend upon her with each passing instant.
‘Heavenly Master.’
The most noble and dignified being in all the world.
In the distant past, from the moment I first beheld the Heavenly Master, I felt love, and I prostrated myself at his feet, swearing eternal loyalty.
I vowed to offer this worthless life in service to you.
I promised that even when my youth and beauty faded, I would stand forever at your side, watching from afar.
I did not know then.
That the day I would offer my life would arrive so swiftly.
That there would come a day when I could no longer stand beside the Heavenly Master whom I cherished above all else.
And yet….
‘Please, I beg you, remember. Remember that this lowly woman once stood at your side.’
If the Heavenly Master remembers me—if I am remembered as the servant who loved you more than any other—that would be enough.
If only that could be true… I could gladly burn away what remains of my life with a smile.
Just as I do in this very moment.
Crack.
In this slowed world, the Nantian Demon Empress heard the sound of the ‘Rift’—a sound only she could perceive.
Primordial Celestial Qi.
The purest and most formidable power cradled since birth awakens.
An immense, unprecedented force surges through my entire being and gathers in my hands.
Roooooar.
Space warps as though torn by an invisible hand. Witnessing the shock bloom across the faces of the Three Entities, the Nantian Demon Empress laughed.
Or rather, she tried to laugh.
Thud!
From between the rubble piled behind the Nantian Demon Empress, from that deep and shadowed crevice, a single blade erupted forth and pierced through her back before she could complete that smile.

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