The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 153

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 214

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Dozens of figures had gathered in one place.
Each bearing a different appearance.
The sinister aura they exuded made it immediately clear these were not men of quality.
Upon closer inspection, as expected, every single person present was either publicly declared as an enemy of the Martial Arts Alliance or hunted as a vicious criminal by the government.
Those who had escaped from the Peach Blossom Paradise.
Such individuals had banded together to form a collective.
Knowing that death awaited them wherever they went, they had concluded that clustering together like this was their only answer to finding a way to survive even one more day.
A flower blooming in hell.
The Demon Flower Sect.
Among the numerous figures gathered there, certain individuals stood out conspicuously—these were the ones who formed the core leadership of the Demon Flower Sect.
“Where did Sip Murang go?”
“Obviously to collect fingers. He was making such a fuss about how beautiful some woman’s hands were.”
“Puhaha! The fingers of the Changryong Dan? I’d like to have them too. Ah, I’d prefer that Moryeong Hyeok’s fingers. I want to see the Sword Emperor’s expression when he finds out.”
Laughter rippled through the gathered men at the words drifting from various corners.
It was the Changryong Dan, not the Blue Heaven Sect, who had come to capture them.
Though this situation had arisen from the Martial Arts Alliance’s lack of proper intelligence about the Demon Flower Sect, it would bring tremendous loss to the Alliance, and the name of the Demon Flower Sect would spread rapidly throughout the Central Plains.
For the Changryong Dan, who would lead orthodox martial arts, would be buried here.
By the hands of the Demon Flower Sect.
“What are those fools doing?”
“Hehe— they’re wandering about in the mountains. With such treacherous terrain and torrential rain pouring down, they can’t even think straight.”
“Hehehehe— I got a taste of them before coming here, but they’re not impressive at all. Ah— is it because that Eight Supremacies fellow isn’t among them? Their bodies are softer than tofu, softer than tofu.”
The man’s smile deepened as he listened to the words echoing from various directions. Their complete victory was assured, so everyone’s spirits were inevitably soaring.
“The Alliance will move soon, so let’s finish up and get moving. If we make it into Shanxi, we’ll be heroes.”
“Haha! That’s a great idea!”
The gathered figures burst into loud laughter.
They would slaughter every member of the Changryong Dan trapped here.
If that happened, the Martial Arts Alliance would never remain idle.
They would certainly dispatch the Blue Heaven Sect, one of their greatest forces, and in that time, they could slip away into Shanxi.
Sa Do-cheon’s domain was a place orthodox martial artists could not enter.
Even if they witnessed their son’s mutilated corpse, they would not be able to unleash their rage easily, only accumulating bitter resentment.
The thought of it already lifted his spirits.
“Then let’s begin.”
“Ahahaha—!”

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The torrential downpour had begun to ease.
Yet the sky remained thick with dark clouds, and the wind continued to howl with undiminished fury, as if the storm refused to surrender.
But this brought a blessing—visibility had improved.
Compared to the moments when the relentless rain had obscured everything ahead, this was a welcome reprieve.
Chu Hyeongi, leading from the front, moved with quickening steps.
He sniffed the air like a hound, tilted his head in puzzlement, then surged forward with renewed certainty, repeating this pattern over and over.
Namgung Yeon, observing this display, muttered under his breath.
“Like a mangy dog.”
“Ha ha—”
I couldn’t help but laugh, and Chu Hyeongi, who had been leading ahead, immediately furrowed his brow and shot Namgung Yeon a menacing glare.
His eyes conveyed a sharp rebuke—don’t break my concentration—and Namgung Yeon finally fell silent.
Was it because of that relaxed moment?
Paeng Dohan spoke with a note of concern.
“Are you truly certain? That man ahead… he appears to be that servant from before.”
“There’s nothing to worry about. In this moment, he’s the most reliable of us all.”
“If you say so, young master…”
Yet his words carried little conviction.
A servant trained in martial arts by some rural village instructor.
No matter how potent the remnants of the Black Ox Society’s legacy lingered within him, to Paeng Dohan—a member of the Changryongdan and scion of one of the Eight Great Families—he would hardly seem formidable.
But soon, such doubts would be utterly shattered.
In truth, no one present was weaker than Paeng Dohan.
Then.
“Ha ha! Prey!”
With a sudden burst of killing intent, four shadow figures dropped from the trees above, descending toward Chu Hyeongi and Namgung Yeon with murderous eyes. Paeng Dohan gasped in alarm and drew his blade.
But before his saber could even swing—
Thud thud thud—!
A flash of lightning-fast steel and the raw force of a fist tore through the air.
Bodies pulped beyond recognition crumpled uselessly to the ground, while severed necks and heads sprayed blood across the earth.
“Wha—?!”
Paeng Dohan couldn’t suppress his shock at the sight.
The ambush had been sudden, the distance closed before any defense could be mounted.
Yet not a single wound had been taken—the enemies were utterly overwhelmed.
Paeng Dohan, counted among the top three strongest within the Changryongdan, would not be confident he could accomplish the same with such flawless precision.
“Why do you seem so startled?”
“Ah… no, it’s nothing.”
Gulp—
Pride prevented him from showing it, but the shock was undeniable.
He’s clearly shocked, though his pride won’t let him show it.
I let out a subtle smile and gazed forward.
“To the right.”
The moment the words left my lips.
The undergrowth parted as a figure emerged.
With speed that could only be described as lightning-swift, it was Chu Hyeongi who reacted fastest of all.
He deflected the incoming blade with his left fist, then whipped his right fist forward to strike the attacker’s face.
Crack!
With the violent sound of a watermelon shattering, the man’s face caved in completely as he flew backward.
Witnessing that overwhelming display, Paeng Dohan’s eyes widened in astonishment once more.
But there was no time to remain stunned.
The sound of clashing blades echoed from somewhere nearby.
Startled, Paeng Dohan turned toward the source of the noise and, gritting his teeth, began sprinting in that direction.
If sword clashes were ringing out in this location, it could only mean one thing—the Changryongdan was engaged in battle with those men.
I too launched myself toward the sound.
The noise grew steadily closer.
Fierce exchanges of strikes accompanied by sharp screams.
As the sounds became clearer to my ears, the scene that had been invisible began to reveal itself piece by piece.
Clang clang clang clang!
“Hyeok!”
In that instant, Paeng Dohan’s cry rang out, and Moryeong Hyeok came into view. He was engaged with more than a dozen men alongside five Changryongdan members.
Though some of the opponents were of mediocre skill, the reason they were struggling was due to the presence of those two.
“Hehehehe, so you’re Moyong! How delightful!”
“Brother! I’ll be the one to devour this one!”
Two middle-aged men with sinister grins on their faces.
The Flesh Demon Duo.
Those who had made consuming human flesh their very path.
As if to prove this, several of the fallen Changryongdan members bore visible marks of being torn and gnawed upon.
Fortunately, it seemed they had managed to survive.
I furrowed my brow and drew my sword.
“Jin Cheon-u?!”
Did he see me appear?
Moryeong Hyeok cried out in shock.
As if he never expected me to show up in such a place.
I offered him a scornful smile in response.
In that moment, Chu Hyeongi, who had arrived first, unleashed his fist.
Boom!
A single punch swept across the entire vicinity in an instant.
Those clustered together hastily dodged, but as the path cleared before their eyes, they all stared at Chu Hyeongi with vacant expressions, their wits scattered by the destructive force.
But that was their fatal mistake.
Following suit, Namgung Yeon’s blade flashed like a swallow in flight, igniting with flame.
Shing—!
The blade light of the Thirteen Thunder Swords extended outward in a beautiful arc, slicing through the throats of those caught off guard in an instant.
“Gahhh!”
A perfectly executed coordinated strike.
Taking in the sight, I shifted my gaze.
The moment I caught sight of the Flesh Demon Duo’s shocked expressions.
I swung my sword.
Clang—!
“Kuh?!”
With a piercing, sharp clash of blades, one of the Flesh Demon Duo gritted his teeth and was driven back. Yet he regained his balance without exposing an opening, and in that gap, his brother wedged himself through.
“You bastard—!”
Whoosh—!
A chain sickle.
It swung with precision, targeting my back.
I kicked off the ground and twisted my body through the air.
Then I unleashed a single strand of gentle moonlight.
Shing—!
“Gahhh!”
The extended moonlight, imbued with elegance, carved across his chest, and his brother gritted his teeth and charged at me like a madman.
“Brother—!”
He caught his brother as he began to collapse, spewing blood, then shot me a terrifying glare.
“You bastard! How dare you strike our brother!”
“He looks like he’s about to die anyway. Why not tear him apart and eat him? Isn’t fresh meat more delicious?”
“Insane talk!”
I let out a cold laugh as I provoked the younger one.
The one who had lost his reason was about to charge at me, but his older brother, who seemed to be on death’s door, gripped his shoulder.
“Hah… We fight together. This is no ordinary opponent.”
“Are you alright?”
“Haa… I won’t die to such a shallow trick.”
The older one said this while turning to face me.
At the same moment, something fell from his chest with a soft thud—an arm, nothing less.
Whether it had been kept as a snack or as a shield for his body, I couldn’t say, but thanks to it, my blade appeared to have entered shallowly.
I couldn’t tell whose arm it was, but considering that those fighting these creatures here were the Changryongdan, it was certainly one of theirs.
As a result, all attention turned to it.
“That son of a bitch…!”
In that instant, Paeng Dohan, upon seeing the arm, gritted his teeth and turned his head.
He immediately found the fallen member missing an arm.
It was Hwangbo Yun.
Trembling—
Paeng Dohan, consumed with rage, gripped his blade with bloodshot eyes.
He looked ready to charge forward at any moment and tear those creatures limb from limb.
Did he see that?
Watching the fury etched across his face, the creature laughed with amusement before picking up the severed arm and beginning to devour it.
“Uahahaha—! So this is the taste of the Eight Great Families’ flesh and blood! Delicious—! Absolutely delicious!”
“You… I’ll chew you to pieces, you bastard!”
“Care to try?”
The creature gnawing on the arm hurled it toward the approaching Paeng Dohan. Though casually thrown, the force behind it was formidable.
The moment I witnessed the projectile hurtling through the air like an arrow.
I threw my body forward and extended my blade.
Slash—!
I intercepted it before the sword strike could reach Paeng Dohan’s body.
Receiving it smoothly, I redirected it toward the Twin Demons.
Hwangbo Yun’s severed arm shot forward with even greater velocity. It moved faster than an arrow, and the creature proved unable to block it despite its desperate attempt to raise its hands—a futile gesture.
Splat—!
“Gack?!”
Hwangbo Yun’s torn arm struck the elder creature’s face and fell away.
Watching blood stream from its nose as it staggered backward, I could sense the considerable damage it had sustained.
I directed a sneer toward the creature.
“Leave these two to me. Please handle the other areas.”
“Ah, understood.”
“And Moyong Hyeok—stop standing idle and do something, will you?”
“Ugh?!”
Moryeong Hyeok, who had been blankly observing the situation, snapped to attention at my sudden words, releasing a groan.
Only then did I notice Namgung Yeon and Chu Hyeongi locked in fierce combat. They were moving while protecting the fallen Changryongdan member, which appeared to be taking a considerable toll.
He looked back at me again.
As I met his gaze directly, Moryeong Hyeok, for some reason, stroked his chin before turning away.
As if he found the sight distasteful.
I watched him and shrugged my shoulders.
In that moment, the Twin Demons, having regained their senses, fixed their gaze upon me.
One was the elder, one the younger.
I had certainly heard their nicknames before, but not their actual names.
They weren’t worth remembering.
I lifted my blade slightly and assessed the two creatures.
Seeing them both drawing their power up forcefully, they clearly realized that my strength was no ordinary matter.
“Hehehehe, things won’t go as easily as before from now on.”
“Elder brother, if we drink this one’s blood, won’t we become even stronger?”
“Of course, younger brother. Why stop at blood? His flesh looks tender and appetizing as well.”
Words spilled from their mouths without restraint.
Their eyes and expressions radiated confidence, as if they believed they could never lose.
As though, despite their individual power being insufficient, they could not even imagine defeat once they fought in concert.
It was just like the past.
Yet unlike those days when I struggled through each confrontation with difficulty,
the person standing before me now was entirely different.
“What are you doing? We don’t have time. Come on. We have a long way to go.”

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