The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 372

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 372

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Amidst the fierce battle, I sensed an uncanny wind sweeping through.
It felt as though it might strip away everything in its path.
I quickly turned my gaze toward Chen Linghua and saw her collapse to her knees, and at that same moment, the flowing wind extended toward some distant point.
“You dare lose focus in the middle of battle!?”
Just then, Gang Cheonho’s brutal fist came hurtling toward me.
The powerfully launched punch drove deep into my chest.
I tried to swing my sword up to block it, but his movements far exceeded my ability to react.
Crack—!
The impact felt as though my ribs would shatter, and for a moment, my consciousness wavered.
I struggled desperately to steady my body as it flew backward, but even that proved impossible.
The instant my feet barely touched the ground and I staggered.
Ding—
At the sudden ringing of a bell, I lowered my head.
Whoosh—!
A blade sliced past just above my head.
It was Heo Baek.
As I twisted my body to prepare for his next move, talismans from Mo Ryeong-san came flying as if waiting for this moment, fluttering wildly and releasing a potent yin energy.
“…!”
Boom—!
The scene unfolded as though a natural disaster had struck.
The power extending from countless talismans transformed the surroundings into ruins, as if hundreds of cannons had been fired at once.
Rising high through the billowing dust.
I felt my innate qi being rapidly drained away.
Claws tore through the air toward me.
Those massive, razor-sharp talons resembled giant awls and seemed ready to shred my body in an instant, and at their threatening appearance, I couldn’t help but furrow my brow.
Just as I was about to draw upon my sword force to seize that fleeting moment.
“Do not lay a hand on him! I claimed him as mine!”
“You bastard!?”
Grotesque beings surged forth from a massive chasm of darkness, swarming Gang Cheonho and rendering him immobile, and then Mo Ryeong-san made his move.
His target was me.
I scattered what I held in my hand into the void, and dozens of talismans fluttered about, encircling me.
What I felt was a bone-chilling malevolent energy.
A yin energy so potent it evoked images of hell itself coalesced, and even the rushing wind shrieked with a sound that seemed ready to tear my eardrums.
I sensed it all and furrowed my brow.
As I calmly assessed the situation and waited for an opening.
Rumble—!
A tremendous sound.
A resonance that seized everyone in the chamber.
Mo Ryeong-san, who had been preparing a technique, Gang Cheonho, who had barely torn himself free from the grotesque being, and even Heo Baek stared at the unfolding scene before them in incomprehension.
The door had opened.
The massive iron gate, which seemed as though no method could ever pry it open, swung wide with an ear-splitting roar, as if welcoming us inside.
Simultaneously, what washed over us was a torrent of demonic energy.
A blood-red demonic aura flowed forth from within, undulating and revealing itself—potent enough to capture the gaze of everyone in the chamber.
Mo Ryeong-san, Gang Cheonho, Heo Baek, and myself.
All of us stared at it with vacant expressions.
In that instant.
I did not hesitate.
I evaded the talismans encircling us and launched myself forward by pushing off the ground. Whatever their objective might be, one thing was certain—something lay within that chamber.
Whether to claim it first or destroy it was the priority.
“Damn it!”
“You think we’ll fall for that again!”
The owners of those rough voices were Gang Cheonho and Heo Baek.
Both had grievances against me, and now they displayed unwavering resolve not to be outmaneuvered this time.
Crash—!
But their movements came too late.
Using that gap, I swiftly closed the distance to the gate and plunged inside.
Whoooosh—
What I felt was an even more intense demonic energy; what I saw was absolute darkness.
A place devoid of light, filled only with shadows.
Even my vision, which could pierce through darkness, perceived only indistinct forms—this was no ordinary darkness.
Beyond that lay an overwhelming pressure.
This sensation of being crushed beneath Mount Tai far transcended those called the Ten Emperors.
As if the Great Demon King himself had returned to life.
Despite a thousand years having passed, the fact that such lingering echoes remained within suggested the Great Demon King’s will was that formidable.
I pushed aside the questions flooding my mind and twisted my body.
Whoosh—!
Heo Baek’s blade, which had drawn near without warning, grazed my collar.
Yet it was far from over—the sword shifted mid-air and thrust forward again. The force of the inner energy bound to it was extraordinary.
I countered by drawing my own blade.
Clang—!
Inner energy clashed against inner energy.
It was unmistakably different from before.
I could feel he had reached a state of mastery, and the sensation was entirely distinct from our previous encounters.
“You’ve grown.”
“As much as you have!”
Clang—!
Once again, my sword and the opponent’s blade erupted in flame.
As our blades clashed in the darkness, sparks illuminating the void, the two pursuers behind us spotted us instantly.
“Ohoho—! This time we won’t let you slip away!”
“Don’t think you’re the only ones having fun here—!”
A violent tempest of force bore down upon us.
Gang Cheonho’s fists erupted with the power to shatter mountains themselves, while the grotesque creatures pouring forth from beneath Mo Ryeong-san’s feet rushed forward at maddening speed.
In that instant—
Clang—!
I clashed swords fiercely with Heo Baek once more, and using each other’s momentum, we both recoiled sharply.
Boom—!
A raging whirlwind and debris scattered everywhere.
The ground trembled as if an earthquake had struck, and from the ceiling, dust poured down with an eerie sound.
Boom—! Crack! Clang!
The chamber filled with attacks aimed at mutual destruction.
As if no allies existed in this place, only murderous intent to kill one another saturated the air.
Killing intent upon killing intent accumulated.
The horrific screams of the dead and the roars of beasts.
The blade of one who wished to live and the ambition of one who sought to achieve their purpose.
The relentless clash, without yielding an inch, continued to devastate the surroundings.
Boom—!
I redirected the incoming force and retreated.
Simultaneously, I shifted my gaze and quickly surveyed my surroundings.
What method could break this deadlock?
Though they were entangled in endless exchanges of offense and defense, appearing evenly matched, this was only because Gang Cheonho and Mo Ryeong-san were at odds with each other.
Should the two of them regain their senses, or should Chen Linghua intervene, the tide would turn in a matter of moments.
Before that happened, I needed to find some stratagem.
“Young Master—!”
That was when it happened.
Yeon-un’s voice called out from the darkness.
I hadn’t expected him to follow us into this place, so I was caught off guard, but this wasn’t a situation where I could shout for him to flee.
“Ohoho! Die now! Perish! Your corpse will be most useful to me, Mo Ryeong-san!”
In that moment, Mo Ryeong-san’s sinister voice reached my ears.
A talisman he wielded, brimming with potent yin energy, flew toward me.
Faced with such overwhelming power, my brow furrowed.
I cannot evade this.
If I did, Yeon-un and Haryeon would be in danger.
So I hastily extended my blade, channeling the flow of water into it.
“Ugh!”
Yet Mo Ryeong-san’s power far exceeded my expectations, surging against the water’s flow like a violent torrent, crashing down upon me with devastating force.
I gritted my teeth and poured even more strength into my grip.
My muscles felt like they were tearing apart, and my wrists seemed on the verge of snapping.
Even as I endured that sharp pain with all my might, I barely managed to redirect the Opponent’s force away from me.
The turbulent current of water swallowed Mo Ryeong-san’s power and surged upward toward the ceiling.
Crash—!
In that instant, the ceiling wall, unable to withstand the force, trembled and debris began to rain down.
Cracks spread in every direction, and the falling fragments grew more numerous until finally, as if shattering, the entire ceiling collapsed inward.
Rumble—!
As massive chunks of stone and dust poured down in a torrent and everyone leaped away from their positions to escape.
Something peculiar caught my eye.
Something fell from the ceiling.
An enormous stone coffin.
It descended with a tremendous sound and landed with a heavy thud atop the rubble, its lid jarring loose from the impact.
“What, what is that…!”
At the same moment, Yeon-un gasped in shock at what was revealed.
Inside the coffin lay a body.
A mummy.
The flesh had withered and clung to the bones.
Thin arms lay neatly crossed over the chest, the face serene with eyes gently closed.
What was peculiar was that despite the appearance clearly showing the passage of countless years, the hair—which should have long since vanished—remained remarkably full and abundant.
I found myself holding my breath.
In contrast, Heo Baek’s eyes gleamed with sudden brilliance.
The moment Gang Cheonho and Mo Ryeong-san opened their eyes slightly.
I too saw it.
A single Gok Ok gleaming atop the neatly folded chest.
The darkness made it impossible to discern its true color, but there was no doubt.
“I won’t let it slip away!”
It was Heo Baek who lunged forward first.
Moving before me and proving he had been targeting this from the start, he threw himself forward without hesitation, reaching toward the Gok Ok.
But then.
Whoosh—!
A powerful force came flying from somewhere and struck the coffin, sending what seemed immovable hurtling through the air and slamming it backward.
Scrape—!
The coffin slid across the ground, moving away.
It was Mo Ryeong-san who had seized that moment.
“Hehehehe— did you truly believe you could claim that for yourself?”
“…!”
As Mo Ryeong-san brandished a talisman, a sharp blade-like force erupted forth in an instant.
As if it would shred Heo Baek’s entire body to pieces.
At the same moment, Gang Cheonho threw himself forward.
I unleashed a sword strike to seize his ankle.
Boom—!
The powerful impact twisted Gang Cheonho’s brow.
The beast bared his fangs and widened his eyes.
“This time, I’m taking it for myself, you whelp!”
“Says who?”
“Kekeke—! You’ve got some nerve, don’t you?”
I provoked him and attempted to seize Gang Cheonho’s ankle once more, but his gaze remained fixed on Gok Ok, refusing to be drawn in.
As if he would not repeat the same mistake from the Northern Sea.
“Mo Ryeong-san!”
“I’m on it!”
In that instant, with Gang Cheonho’s cry, his claws came flying at me, and as I retreated slightly, Mo Ryeong-san, who had been striking from the other side, brushed past.
Yes, this was bad.
These rivals had joined hands over a single Gok Ok.
If they achieved their objective, this situation would spiral beyond control into something far worse.
Before that could happen, I needed to recover it and flee this place.
Just as I was about to swing my sword at Mo Ryeong-san again.
Heo Baek, moving faster than that, pursued from behind, and with his transcendent senses perceiving Mo Ryeong-san’s movements, he unleashed sword strikes like a torrential downpour.
Crash crash boom—!
Deafening explosions and overwhelming force.
Even Mo Ryeong-san seemed taken aback by the sheer power of the strikes, hastily retreating to create distance.
Moreover, Heo Baek’s final move struck the stone coffin precisely, and like Gang Cheonho’s blow, it went flying and came to rest before Yeon-un.
“Run—!”
At the same time, I shouted, and the three of them moved.
Everyone’s objective was Gok Ok.
Crushing a single ant blocking the path was a trivial matter.
Whoooosh—
Yet something strange occurred.
Suddenly, wind began to blow.
It was no ordinary wind.
Wind infused with demonic energy.
As if responding to something, the surging wind began to converge slowly toward Mok Nae-i.
“W-what is this?”
“Could it be—!?”
While everyone gasped at the sudden turn of events, I quickly approached Yeon-un and Haryeon, seized them, and pulled back sharply.
In that interval, the situation became even more uncontrollable.
The demonic energy gathered around Mok Nae-i slowly began to seep into his body.
No one could stop it.
They could only stand dumbfounded, witnessing an impossible spectacle.
In that moment—
Flash—!
My eyes snapped open.
From the gaze of one who had endured a thousand years of darkness, crimson light erupted like an explosion.
That single beam of radiance twisted the darkness within the chamber, and the demonic energy ran rampant, its direction lost.
Crack— crack—
Each time Mok Nae-i rose to his feet, his bones screamed in agony.
Yet he paid it no heed.
Slowly straightening his slumped shoulders, he raised his hand toward the void—
Boom!
A sword flew from somewhere in the collapsed ceiling, landing precisely in his grasp.
A rusted, ancient blade.
Yet the moment he seized the sword,
the demonic energy around him spiraled into a vortex.
I held my breath.
The Great Demon King.
The colossal evil that should have vanished a thousand years ago.
The longest shadow cast upon the martial world.
He had opened his eyes to this present age.

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