The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 189

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

I observed the astonished faces before me as I took in the scene unfolding before my eyes.
Their subordinates lay dead without the slightest warning.
Who wouldn’t be shocked?
Separated by merely a single wall, they had only sensed my presence at the final moment—such a reaction was entirely justified.
“You bastard… What have you done…!”
At that moment, a voice filled with rage echoed through the chamber.
I turned my head slightly toward the source and found a middle-aged man bearing a striking resemblance to the young one I’d seen at the forging chamber.
Without doubt, I was certain this man was Nam Tae-cheon.
“It seems I asked my question first, Clan Leader Nam.”
“…!”
“What scheme were you and the other clan leaders plotting at this ungodly hour?”
At my grave voice, the faces of the clan leaders drained of all color.
It wasn’t merely because of me.
It was because of Gu Ma-hyeop standing beside me.
These men surely knew he was Muk-hwang’s bodyguard, so it was only natural they would assume the current situation was orchestrated by Muk-hwang’s command.
“I’m not sure what you mean. Haha… A scheme? We were simply discussing what gifts to present at tomorrow’s enthronement ceremony. Isn’t that right?”
“That’s right! That’s exactly it!”
The mere fact that I—someone Muk-hwang had raised—stood before them alongside Gu Ma-hyeop would lead them to believe Muk-hwang had sent us.
Fear and terror flickered in their eyes.
While I couldn’t entirely rule out their connection to the Divine Cult, compared to Nam Tae-cheon—the most certain suspect—I detected none of their scent upon these men.
I fixed my gaze upon Nam Tae-cheon.
Unlike the others, who offered various excuses in desperate attempts to escape this situation, he bit his lip with resentment and glared at me with burning eyes.
“How dare you… A mere Ma-yeon follower… enter my quarters, spill blood, and stand there so brazenly?”
“Even the residence of the Heavenly Demon Lord appears little different from Cho Hon Jeon, Clan Leader. And since I am executing orders, whether blood flows or kinship is severed—surely that is all Muk-hwang’s will, is it not?”
The moment those words left my lips, all eyes turned toward me.
Jang Chuchyeong looked bewildered, while Gu Ma-hyeop regarded me with an incredulous expression, shaking his head slightly.
But what could I do?
There was no better excuse than invoking Muk-hwang’s name to justify this situation.
As expected, the color drained from the other faces entirely.
These men, who desired Muk-hwang’s disappearance more than anyone yet knew it was utterly beyond their reach, must have felt a terror and despair beyond words.
All except one consumed by rage.
“You bastard-!”
I gazed steadily at Nam Tae-cheon.
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 the overwhelming force threatened us directly.
I stroked my chin and narrowed my eyes.
He is called one of the powerful experts representing the Demonic Cult.
However, he is not quite what I had heard.
It feels as though he has haphazardly woven together what he possesses.
Yes, it resembled watching the Sword Emperor.
Of course, Mo Yong-cheon’s momentum was considerably 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 breathing and spoke with conviction.
The fact that even the Commander, who strings together all the great and small affairs of the entire Heavenly Mountain Demonic Cult, has not appeared means that those gathered before our eyes are aware their intentions are not benign.
Gu Ma-hyeop, as if steeling his resolve, exhaled a sigh and spoke with the grave tone of one staking his life.
“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 are Clan Leaders representing the Demonic Cult.
Especially Nam Tae-cheon, who was once spoken of as comparable to Muk-hwang, is such a formidable master that if they unite, we will surely perish.
Not a single one of us could survive.
No matter how much we struggle, we cannot face multiple opponents who have reached or remain before the pinnacle realm.
However, at this moment, all except Nam Tae-cheon are frozen.
Because of 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 sword.
A fearsome strike imbued with tremendous force comes flying.
Nam Tae-cheon hastily swings his fist to block.
Boom—!
My sword and his fist collide, unleashing tremendous power.
The fierce winds sweeping in all directions force even the other Clan Leaders nearby to stumble backward.
Then I cannot help but be shocked by the sight unfolding before my eyes.
Shhhhk—!
Pap-pap-papat-!
Swords slashed through the air while fists poured down like rain.
Those who witnessed the sword energy blooming like heat shimmer felt their pupils tremble, and I observed those standing idly to the side, swallowing dry saliva as they watched the situation unfold.
Boom-boom-boom-!
Whoosh-crack!
Contrary to what I had initially thought would end swiftly in Nam Tae-cheon’s victory, the sword still swung fearlessly and his fists continued to rain down relentlessly.
Yet none of the others moved.
Since I had struck first by attacking Nam Tae-cheon and wagered the match, those bound together by the pride of being a “renowned clan of the Demonic Sect” could find no justification to intervene.
Moreover, they would feel uneasy.
For there were those watching without showing any movement whatsoever, even while knowing they faced Nam Tae-cheon, who was called the Blood Rights Jin Family.
As if guaranteeing victory.
That ominous feeling would shackle their feet.
Whoosh-crack-!
“Ugh?!”
In that moment.
The sword pierced through and slashed Nam Tae-cheon’s chest.
It was not deep.
But blood would certainly flow from it.
A sword wielded by someone whose name I did not even know.
Moreover, since he was from the Cho Hon Jeon and suffered a wound from a sword, Nam Tae-cheon’s eyes began to blaze with fury.
His fist extended with even greater ferocity.
Boom-boom-boom-crash-!
What poured down relentlessly was, in every sense, the Blood Fist.
It glowed red as if steeped in blood.
Yet compared to Gu Gunbaek, it was truly insignificant.
The power of the fist was weak and its speed was slow.
I evaded the fist lightly and sought an opening.
Whoosh-crack-!
I prioritized targeting exposed gaps without clashing directly as much as possible.
Even if he was inferior to Gu Gunbaek, he was still one of the powerful experts representing the Demonic Sect, so engaging him head-on was impossible.
“You rat-like bastard!”
Sensing this, Nam Tae-cheon shouted without restraint.
His gaze suddenly changed.
He seemed to instinctively realize that with his current cultivation level, he could not contend with me as I slipped away.
The moment his gaze shifted, the flow itself changed, 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.
A heavy fist tore through the air.
Boom!
A piercing screech that deafened the ears accompanied the creation of an enormous crater, as clouds of dust and sand scattered in all directions, colliding and falling everywhere.
Even those watching stood with widened eyes, rendered speechless by this astounding martial technique.
Judging solely by the power contained in a single move, it possessed destructive force comparable to Gu Gunbaek’s Heavenly Strength Strike.
“…!?”
But rather, this was favorable.
I had been waiting for precisely this from the beginning.
I moved my body in an instant and seized the opening behind Nam Tae-cheon.
Redirecting his unleashed force, Nam Tae-cheon’s face filled with shock at this unexpected movement, and seeing this, I thrust my blade lightly forward.
Shing—!
“Gahhh?!”
Nam Tae-cheon, his back sliced open, let out a terrible cry as his body convulsed. Twisting to face me, his eyes revealed utter disbelief.
Watching his wavering gaze, I pressed forward, and he gritted his teeth before desperately unleashing the Tiger’s Horn technique once more.
Overwhelming inner force.
Seasoned experience accumulated through countless battles.
Certainly, it was formidable.
But I am not the same as I was in Anhui.
The experiences I gained in Namman and my battle with Yeom Ji-hak were not in vain.
Compared to them, I still fall short in many ways.
Moreover, having forced him to deploy the Tiger’s Horn technique—not even his true form—this entire situation flows entirely to my rhythm.
Slash!
My blade deflected his incoming attack and sliced across his chest.
And I do not stop.
I evade his fist that comes after the chest strike with practiced ease, confirm his footwork, and thrust my blade in that direction.
Slash!
My blade cuts flesh once more, and I see shock bloom in his eyes. He struggles to deny the reality unfolding before him, but the pain that floods in makes him feel this is no dream.
Shing—!
I severed his arm.
Blood sprayed high into the air along with the severed limb.
The moment I take in his expression of horror.
My blade flashes.
Slash-slash-slash-slash-slash—!
The flashing blade pours down relentlessly.
It is wielded with such force as to pulverize his entire body.
“Ahhhhhhhhh—!”
In an instant, Nam Tae-cheon’s form transforms into something no one could possibly recognize as human, sufficient to strike terror into all who witness it.
As a result, the faces of the Clan Leaders drained of all color.
His pitiful state is almost unbearable to behold with open eyes.
What is even more shocking is that I, who have only just ascended to the Heavenly Demon Realm from the Cho Hon Jeon, have defeated Nam Tae-cheon, the Family Head of the Demonic Cult’s renowned clan.
“This is utterly impossible….”
“Am I truly… in reality? Is this not a dream?”
“…Muk-hwang has raised an incomprehensible monster….”
As I listened to their incredulous murmurs, I allowed myself a subtle smile.
That’s right—though this has nothing to do with Muk-hwang, all the credit will inevitably flow to him.
Those who had attempted to join hands with Nam Tae-cheon would surely never dare raise a hand against Muk-hwang again.
With such thoughts, I slowly approached Nam Tae-cheon.
“Ughhhh, krraaahhh…!”
It was difficult to find a place on his body where blood wasn’t pouring forth—his condition was utterly wretched.
With both eyes carved out, he could see nothing ahead.
Nam Tae-cheon’s movements now stemmed not from a struggle to survive, but from the agonized thrashing caused by the terrible pain coursing through his entire body.
He must have wished for death instead.
I gazed down at him coldly.
Confirming the writhing figure, I spoke quietly.
“What a pity. Had you refined your Bensinjeolgi further, this would never have happened. You relied too heavily on the martial arts of the Tiger Horn. Did you perhaps wish to become like the Sword Emperor?”
“…!?”
At those words, Nam Tae-cheon’s body trembled visibly.
I didn’t need to ask again—I could already tell.
Surely, he had wished to reach such heights and stand beside Muk-hwang as an equal.
For that reason, he needed more overwhelming martial prowess, and so he turned his eyes toward the Tiger Horn’s techniques, which seemed most compatible with him.
It was clear that he had indeed grown stronger because of it.
But what he failed to anticipate was that he was unaware of the conflict between the Tiger Horn’s martial arts and his own Bensinjeolgi, and that I possessed mastery of the Twelve Horns’ techniques.
This was precisely why Nam Tae-cheon had been defeated.
Then, spitting blood, he reached out toward me as if searching, and spoke with great difficulty.
“You… you will never escape unscathed….”
“If you’re saying that while relying on Yeom Ji-hak or Chu Won, it’s meaningless. Both of them should be beast feed in Namman by now.”
“…!”
“What, can’t you do anything without the help of such men?”
Perhaps because of the bitter mockery in my words, Nam Tae-cheon’s body shook.
It was undoubtedly a dagger to the heart.
Knowing this, tears mixed with his flowing blood.
I slowly raised my sword.
“Father-!”
At the same moment, a thunderous cry reached my ears, and I turned to see Nam Tae-cheon’s son—whom I had seen at the Cheonmadan Forge—rushing forward in panic.
As Nam Tae-cheon, unable to see, slowly reached out in reliance on sound.
Thwack-!
Suddenly, Gu Ma-hyeop’s sword appeared beside me, piercing through Nam Tae-cheon’s brow.
I frowned without thinking and looked at him, and he briefly swallowed hard before lowering 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 the villain in this situation?
I smiled and wiped the blood from my blade.
Slowly, I turned my head.
Everyone in the room froze, unable to move.
“Well… this is turning into something interesting.”
There, appearing without a sound, stood Muk-hwang.

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