The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 128

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 189

I observed the scene unfolding before me, taking in the astonished expressions of those around me.
Their subordinates lay dead, without the slightest warning.
Who could help but be shocked?
Especially in a situation separated by merely a single wall—I had only sensed their presence at the final moment, so their alarm was entirely justified.
“You bastard… What have you done…!”
At that moment, a voice thick with fury rang out.
I turned my head slightly toward the source, finding a middle-aged man bearing a striking resemblance to the young one I had seen at the forging chamber.
Without doubt, I was certain this was Nam Tae-cheon.
“It appears I posed my question first, Family Head Nam.”
“…!”
“What conspiracy were you and your esteemed companions plotting at this late hour?”
At the sound of my weighty voice once more, the complexions of the Family Heads drained of all color.
It was not merely because of me.
It was because of Gu Ma-hyeop standing beside me.
These men could hardly be ignorant that he served as Muk-hwang’s bodyguard, so it was only natural they would interpret the unfolding situation as bearing Muk-hwang’s sanction.
“I’m not sure what you mean. Ha ha… A conspiracy? We were simply… thinking about what gift to present at tomorrow’s enthronement ceremony. Isn’t that right?”
“That’s right! That’s exactly it!”
The mere fact that I—whom Muk-hwang had raised—stood before them, along with Gu Ma-hyeop, would lead them to believe Muk-hwang had sent us.
Fear and dread flickered in their eyes.
While I could not entirely rule out their connection to the Divine Sect, compared to Nam Tae-cheon—the most certain culprit—I detected none of their stench upon these men.
I fixed my gaze upon Nam Tae-cheon.
Unlike the others, who offered various excuses and desperately sought escape from this predicament, he bit his lip in resentment, glaring at me with undisguised fury.
“How dare you… a mere Ma-yeon… enter my residence, spill blood, and stand there so brazenly?”
“Even the residence of the Heavenly Demon Lord appears little different from Cho Hon Jeon, Family Head. And I am merely executing orders, so whether blood flows or kinship is severed—surely that is all Muk-hwang’s will?”
The moment those words left my lips, all eyes converged upon me.
Jang Chuchyeong appeared bewildered, while Gu Ma-hyeop regarded me with an incredulous expression, shaking his head slightly.
But what could be done?
There was no better pretext than invoking Muk-hwang’s name to legitimize this situation.
As expected, the color drained from the faces of the others.
These men, who desired nothing more than Muk-hwang’s demise yet knew it utterly beyond their reach, must have felt a terror and despair beyond words.
All save one consumed by rage.
“You bastard-!”
I regarded Nam Tae-cheon steadily.
His momentum swelled.
The power dominating the surroundings was so intense my flesh trembled.
Namgung Yeon and Jang Chuchyeong, as well as Gu Ma-hyeop beside me, all swallowed hard as his formidable strength radiated outward, clearly threatening us.
I stroked my chin, narrowing my eyes.
He is called one of the powerful experts representing the Demonic Cult.
However, unlike what I had heard, something felt unsatisfying about him.
As if he had hastily woven together whatever he possessed.
Yes, he resembled the Sword Emperor.
Of course, Mo Yong-cheon’s momentum was superior.
The moment I placed my hand on my sword while observing such a man.
Gu Ma-hyeop’s voice reached my ears.
“Are those… the Flame Moths?”
I did not bother to answer.
Yet Gu Ma-hyeop steadied his breath and spoke with certainty.
The fact that even the Commander, who supposedly knew every major and minor affair throughout the entire Tianshan Demonic Cult, had not appeared meant they understood the intentions of the masters gathered before their eyes were not benign.
Gu Ma-hyeop, as if steeling his resolve, released a sigh and spoke with the grave voice of one staking his life.
“It seems we must join forces.”
“That would be meaningless.”
“Pardon?”
In that instant, Gu Ma-hyeop let out a bewildered sound.
No matter that I had slain all the bodyguards at my side, the opponents were masters representing the Demonic Cult.
Especially Nam Tae-cheon, who was spoken of as once rivaling Muk-hwang, was such a formidable warrior that if they united, we would surely perish.
Not a single one of us could survive.
No matter how desperately we struggled, we could not face multiple opponents who had reached or remained at the pinnacle of transcendence.
However, at this moment, all except Nam Tae-cheon were frozen.
By their fear of Muk-hwang.
We must not appear to be losing here.
Before they even move.
I strike first.
“Do not step forward. Simply watch.”
“W-what?!”
Ignoring Gu Ma-hyeop’s words, I grasped my sword.
I launch my body forward.
Whoosh—!
Vanishing like the wind, the moment I reach Nam Tae-cheon in an instant.
Everyone’s eyes widened in shock.
Then I swing my blade.
A fearsome strike imbued with overwhelming force comes crashing down.
Nam Tae-cheon hastily swings his fist to block.
Boom—!
My blade meets his fist, unleashing tremendous power.
The fierce wind sweeping in all directions forces even the other Family Heads nearby to stumble backward.
Then shock grips those witnessing the spectacle before them.
Slash—!
Pap-pap-pap-!
Swords slashed through the air while fists rained down relentlessly.
Those who witnessed the sword energy shimmering like heat haze felt their pupils quiver, and I observed those standing motionless to the side, swallowing hard as they watched the situation unfold.
Boom-boom-boom-!
Crash-!
Contrary to what I had thought would end swiftly in Nam Tae-cheon’s victory, the sword continued to swing fearfully and his fists poured down like rain.
Yet none of the others moved.
Since I had struck first by attacking Nam Tae-cheon and wagered the match, these individuals bound by pride as members of the Demonic Sect’s renowned families could find no justification to intervene.
Moreover, they would feel uneasy.
For there were those watching without any movement whatsoever, even while knowing they faced Nam Tae-cheon, called the Blood Rights Jin Family.
As if guaranteeing victory.
That ominous feeling would shackle their feet.
Crash-!
“Ugh?!”
In that moment.
My sword pierced through and cut Nam Tae-cheon’s chest.
It was not deep.
But blood would certainly flow.
The sword of someone whose name I did not even know.
Moreover, as someone from the Cho Hon Jeon sect was wounded by a sword, Nam Tae-cheon’s eyes began to blaze with fury.
His fists extended with even greater ferocity.
Crash-crash-crash-boom-!
What poured down relentlessly was truly the Blood Fist.
It glowed red as if saturated with blood.
But compared to Gu Gunbaek, it was utterly insignificant.
The power of the fists was weak and the speed was slow.
I evaded the fists lightly while searching for openings.
Crash-!
I prioritized avoiding direct collision and targeting exposed gaps.
Even if he was inferior to Gu Gunbaek, he was still one of the powerful experts representing the Demonic Sect, so engaging head-on was impossible.
“Cowardly rat!”
Sensing this, Nam Tae-cheon cried out without hesitation.
His gaze suddenly changed.
He seemed to instinctively realize that his current martial techniques could not handle me slipping away repeatedly.
The moment his eyes shifted, the flow changed as well, and the power gathered in both his fists swelled to a degree incomparable to anything before.
Was this the martial art of the Tiger Horn?
Whoosh-!
It comes flying.
Heavy fists tore through the air.
Crash-!
A piercing shriek tore through the air as an enormous crater was gouged into the earth, clouds of dust and sand scattering in all directions before settling across the landscape.
Even those watching stood frozen, their eyes widened in disbelief at this extraordinary martial technique.
Judging by the sheer power contained in that single move, it rivaled Gu Gunbaek’s Heavenly Crushing Strike in destructive force.
“…!?”
But this was precisely what I desired.
I had been waiting for exactly this from the beginning.
In a flash, I shifted my body and seized the opening behind Nam Tae-cheon.
Redirecting his unleashed power, I watched shock bloom across Nam Tae-cheon’s face as he realized I had moved—then I drove my blade cleanly through.
Shing—!
“Ugh?!”
Nam Tae-cheon shrieked as a long gash split his back, his body convulsing. As he twisted to face me, his eyes betrayed utter disbelief.
Seeing the wavering in his gaze, I pressed forward, and he gritted his teeth before desperately unleashing the Tiger Horn technique once more.
Overwhelming inner force.
Refined skill accumulated through countless battles.
Undoubtedly formidable.
But I am not the same as I was in Anhui.
The experience gained in Namman and my clash with Yeom Ji-hak were not in vain.
Though they fall short compared to those encounters.
Moreover, forcing him to deploy the Tiger Horn technique—not even his true martial form—meant this entire exchange flowed entirely to my rhythm.
Shing!
My blade parried his incoming strike and carved across his chest.
I did not pause.
I evaded his follow-up fist with practiced ease, and as I detected his footwork shifting, I thrust my sword in that direction.
Shing!
My blade tore through flesh once more, and I saw the shock in his eyes. He struggled to deny the reality unfolding before him, yet the mounting pain made it impossible to dismiss this as mere dream.
Shing—!
I severed his arm.
Blood erupted skyward alongside the limb.
The instant I witnessed his expression of horror.
My blade flashed.
Slash-slash-slash-slash-slash—!
The gleaming edge poured down relentlessly.
I wielded it with enough force to pulverize his entire body.
“Aaaaaaaagh—!”
In mere moments, Nam Tae-cheon’s form had transformed into something so grotesque that no one could mistake it for a human being—a sight terrible enough to instill pure terror in all who witnessed it.
The Family Heads’ faces drained of all color.
His mutilated state was too horrific to bear watching.
Yet what shocked them even more profoundly was this: I, who had only just ascended from the Cho Hon Jeon to the Heavenly Demon Realm, had defeated Nam Tae-cheon—a Family Head of the Demonic Sect.
“This is utterly impossible….”
“Am I truly… in reality? Is this not a dream?”
“…Muk-hwang has raised quite the impossible monster….”
As I caught the voices of those muttering in disbelief, I allowed myself a subtle smile.
Yes, though it has nothing to do with Muk-hwang, all of this merit will flow toward him regardless.
Those who had attempted to join hands with Nam Tae-cheon would surely never dare raise their banners against Muk-hwang again.
With such thoughts, I slowly approached Nam Tae-cheon.
“Ugh, kuh-ack…!”
It was so gruesome that it was difficult to find a place where blood was not pouring.
With both eyes slashed away, he could not even see ahead.
The reason Nam Tae-cheon was moving now was not a struggle to live, but rather a death throes brought on by the terrible agony coursing through his entire body.
He must have wished I would simply kill him.
I gazed down at such a man quietly.
After confirming the writhing figure, I spoke softly.
“It is unfortunate. Had you honed your Bensinjeolgi further, this would never have come to pass. You relied too much on the martial arts of the Tiger Horn. Could it be… you wished to become like the Sword Emperor?”
“…!?”
At those words, Nam Tae-cheon’s body trembled.
I could tell without him needing to answer.
Surely, he had wished to reach such a position and stand beside Muk-hwang as an equal.
For that reason, he would have needed more overwhelming martial prowess, and thus turned his eyes toward the Tiger Horn’s techniques, which seemed most compatible with him.
It was certain that he had grown stronger because of it.
But what he had not anticipated was that he did not know the Tiger Horn’s martial arts and his Bensinjeolgi were clashing against each other, nor that I possessed mastery of the Twelve Horns’ techniques.
This was precisely why Nam Tae-cheon had been defeated.
Then, as he coughed blood, he reached out toward me as if searching, and opened his mouth with great effort.
“You… you will never escape unscathed….”
“If you speak such words relying on Yeom Ji-hak or Chu Won, it is meaningless. Both of them have surely become beast feed in Namman by now.”
“…!”
“Is it that you cannot do anything without the help of such men?”
Because of the words I spat out with a bitter sneer, Nam Tae-cheon’s body shook.
It was surely a dagger that would pierce his heart.
Knowing this, tears mixed with flowing blood streamed down his face.
I slowly raised my sword.
“Father-!”
At the same time, hearing a mighty cry, I turned my gaze to see Nam Tae-cheon’s son, whom I had seen at the Heavenly Demon Pavilion, rushing forward in shock.
In that moment, Nam Tae-cheon, unable to see ahead, slowly reached out his hand, relying on sound.
Whoosh-!
Suddenly, Gu Ma-hyeop’s sword appeared beside me, piercing through Nam Tae-cheon’s brow.
I found myself frowning as I looked at him, and he briefly swallowed hard and bowed his head.
“Please, allow us to at least finish this.”
The moment those words reached my ears, I sheathed my sword and took a breath.
So they would take on the role of villain in this situation?
I hung a smile on my lips and brushed the blood from my blade.
Slowly, I turned my head.
Everyone in the room froze, unable to move.
“Well… this is turning into something amusing.”
There, appearing without a sound, stood Muk-hwang.

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