The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 374

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 374

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Whoooosh—!
With the rushing wind came a violent surge of demonic energy that crashed down upon us.
Merely gazing upon the Great Demon King, I felt as though my entire body might be torn asunder.
His power showed no signs of diminishing.
Just like the Huncheon Gangsi that Mo Ryeong-san had created.
I steadied my breathing and glanced to my side.
Heo Baek stood motionless.
He too seemed to recognize that the situation was dire, maintaining his focus entirely on the Great Demon King while refusing to let his guard slip.
In that moment, Heo Baek’s voice reached me.
“Do we have a way out of this?”
“We’ll have to improvise one somehow.”
“What about Gang Cheonho and Mo Ryeong-san?”
“For now, we don’t need to worry about them. It seems they’re merely observing.”
I rolled my eyes to confirm the two presences.
They watched us with smiles on their faces.
Though I sensed no hostility from them now, the moment the Great Demon King fell and Gok Ok revealed itself, they would undoubtedly make their move.
Perhaps the situation that would unfold after his defeat would prove even more catastrophic than the immense threat looming before us.
But for now, I had to survive first.
“Here it comes.”
Zing—!
The moment Heo Baek’s sharp cry rang out, alarm bells screamed in my mind. Twisting my body as I recalled the image before me, the Great Demon King’s blade grazed past my cheek.
Simultaneously, his cold eyes registered my evasion, and his leg extended lightly, sweeping toward the ground.
Crash—!
Power erupted, and the floor shattered.
Unable to withstand the overwhelming force, my body was helplessly lifted into the air before crashing down.
As I regained my balance and lifted my head, I saw a blood-red sword energy hurtling toward me.
Its power seemed capable of severing anything.
Slice—!
It shredded countless fragments in its path and cut through the wall as easily as tofu.
A thread-thin line was etched across the wall’s surface.
Barely evading it, I examined the mark with a frown.
The precision of his inner energy control was extraordinary.
Though it appeared merely as a thin line, the power contained within transcended imagination.
“Jin Cheon-u!”
At that moment, Heo Baek’s voice called out.
The Great Demon King’s form was already being penetrated, seeking an opening with a calculated move. Yet the opponent’s power transcended such concepts—they existed in a realm beyond heaven itself.
With merely a slight tilt of his head, he effortlessly evaded the sword, and his extended palm moved toward Heo Baek.
Heavenly Demon Divine Palm.
A palm technique with a distinctly different character from that of Gong-hwang Hye-myeong.
The moment that palm extended, evasion existed only in the realm of imagination.
“Gahhk!”
The palm force that engulfed Heo Baek’s entire body slammed him against the wall, and toward him—now stifling a groan—came the final strike: a sword thrust.
A thin line extending in a straight trajectory.
Yet the sharpness concentrated within it would surely cleave diamond as easily as tofu.
I moved my body urgently.
The only remaining force in this situation.
I could not afford to lose Heo Baek now.
I infused my sword with a gentleness like calm, flowing water. I had no intention of letting the Great Demon King’s strike pass through it harmlessly.
I already knew that was impossible from the start.
All I could do now was redirect its trajectory.
Screeeech!
The thread-thin force of qi grazed past Heo Baek’s head and carved through the wall.
Had I been even slightly slower, or my strength just a fraction weaker, his face would have been split in two instead of the wall.
I looked at Heo Baek and smiled faintly.
“Live knowing you owe me your life.”
“Madman.”
Heo Baek spat out the harsh words and launched his body forward in an instant.
Ching!
As the warning bell rang simultaneously, I retreated hastily, and a Black Dragon suddenly appeared.
Heavenly Demon Black Dragon Slash.
The sight of the massive wall melting away in an instant brought indescribable terror.
Narrowing my brow and turning my gaze, I saw the Great Demon King’s eyes tracking both Heo Baek and me.
Like a child pondering which toy to play with.
Then a mocking smile appeared at the corner of the Great Demon King’s mouth. He raised his hand, and swirling black demonic energy revealed itself, which he lightly lifted into the air.
In that instant!
“…!?”
“Ugh! This, this is!”
Kwaaaaaaack!
Everything is being pulled in.
All things around us are being forcibly drawn toward where the Great Demon King stands. Though I strain with all my might to resist, my body continues to be pulled.
Heavenly Demon Spirit Devouring Palm.
As if to prove that no matter what one does, there is no escape, he was ‘playing’ by drawing everything toward himself.
“Ahhhhh! Haryeon!”
It was then that a desperate cry reached my ears.
Along with Yeon-un’s anguished shout, I saw Haryeon’s body flying toward the Great Demon King.
Unable to resist the pull, I instinctively furrowed my brow and threw myself forward without hesitation.
In an instant, I reached out and caught Haryeon.
Then, drawing upon my inner strength with my other hand gripping the sword, I faced the Great Demon King, whose eyes gleamed with an even colder light as he gazed upon me.
As though prey had willingly walked into his grasp.
The Great Demon King’s chipped blade rose once more, and the blood-crimson sword energy began to blaze like wildfire.
Heavenly Demon Blood Flame Sword.
The intense heat radiating from it grew more overwhelming with each passing moment—fierce enough to incinerate my entire body and leave not even ash behind.
I quickly steadied my grip on the sword and centered my mind.
To suppress flame, one must use water.
And not just any water—torrential, overwhelming water that could drown it in an instant.
I channeled the force of a dam bursting and flooding through my blade, then unleashed it without hesitation against the raging inferno.
Crash—!
The violent surge of water seemed to overturn the flame demon for a brief moment, but it was nothing more than a fleeting illusion.
The blood-crimson flames shrieked and writhed even within the moisture, piercing through the water to unleash an even deeper, more intense radiance.
Boom—!
The explosion shook the entire hall.
The shockwave sent dust and earth flying skyward in an instant, followed by a raging tempest that hammered against my spine.
Water was merely a temporary restraint—the Great Demon King’s flame energy remained unquenched.
If anything, suppressed as it was, it now howled toward me with even greater ferocity and savagery.
One side of my vision turned crimson.
I thought blood had splattered, but I quickly realized the truth.
It was not blood—
It was the blood flame itself, flowing from the Great Demon King’s blade.
Scarlet killing intent alive within the inferno melted through space itself, baring its claws toward me.
The flame demon surged once more.
As though mocking my water, the blood-crimson momentum climbed higher, expanding until it threatened to engulf the very ceiling, and its pressure alone made my heart feel as though it would freeze.
I clenched my teeth.
Within the boundary where water and fire devoured each other.
I planted my feet forward by barely half a step and gripped my sword anew.
If I did not hold here, it would all be meaningless.
I drew upon every ounce of strength I possessed and thrust my blade forward with urgency.
Crash—!
Another clash.
Simultaneously, my body recoiled from the tremendous impact and was sent flying, yet I tightened my arms and pulled Haryeon deeper into my embrace.
Then, rotating my body in midair to regain balance, the moment my feet touched the ground.
“…!”
Before my eyes stood the Great Demon King, a thick smile etched upon his face.
The blade in his grasp flew toward the space between my brows without hesitation.
Flash—!
In that instant.
Everyone froze in place.
Mo Ryeong-san and Gang Cheonho, who had been watching with interest, as well as Heo Baek, who had been holding his breath while searching for an opening.
A gaze.
Someone’s gaze.
The piercing eyes of some presence fixed upon this place.
It was enough to halt even the Great Demon King’s movements.
Shudder—!
The creature that had shown nothing but composure until now had changed.
Trembling violently, seized by absolute terror.
Though I could not discern the reason, one fact was unmistakable—this was our opportunity.
“Run!”
I hurled Haryeon toward Yeon-un while unleashing my blade.
Was my response slightly delayed in the face of this sudden turn?
I watched the Great Demon King’s brow furrow.
Just as its tattered, rust-corroded sword began to move once more.
Heo Baek, who had been observing the situation until now, suddenly burst forth and, confirming a definite opening, thrust his blade toward Gok Ok.
Crack—!
Yet the Great Demon King was every bit as seasoned as Heo Baek.
It sneered, twisted its body, and deflected the blade with ease, then immediately countered with another strike.
In that instant, Heo Baek read the Great Demon King’s movement and pressed forward first.
His supernatural perception proved invaluable even against such a foe.
Yet the creature did not yield an inch.
Rather, while facing both myself and Heo Baek simultaneously, the smile at its lips only deepened.
Clang—!
Then, as the Great Demon King’s blade ignited once more, I instinctively twisted my body and met steel with steel.
The recoil shifted the angle of its strike slightly, and Heo Baek seized the opening without hesitation.
A relentless barrage of sword techniques poured from Heo Baek, and the Great Demon King’s attention naturally turned toward him.
I pressed forward immediately.
I drew upon my remaining inner force and channeled it into my blade.
Even if my energy drained completely and I collapsed, I had to endure.
Explosive impact—!
My body was sent flying violently backward.
I tumbled across the ground several times, my entire frame screaming in agony.
The moment I lifted my head.
The Great Demon King’s blade, now upon me, came slashing down, and I hastily flattened myself against the ground and rolled away.
Whoosh—!
“Gah!”
I evaded the blade, but its extended leg came crashing down against my abdomen with brutal force. Feeling my organs wrench, my body was launched upward once more, and I crashed against the wall, hanging there like a discarded puppet.
“Haa… haa…”
I gasped for breath, my vision blurred as I watched ahead. The Great Demon King, locked in combat with Heo Baek, appeared no different from the beginning.
It won’t work.
My dantian lies completely drained, and my body is ravaged with wounds.
With my very spirit gnawed away, there is no possibility of defeating him.
If only I hadn’t allowed my true essence to be stolen.
Even as that regret consumed me, I hurled myself forward with every ounce of strength remaining.
Crash—crash—boom!
Dozens of sword strikes hammered down upon the space where I had stood, obliterating everything around it, and my body tumbled violently across the ground from the delayed evasion.
I struggled to steady my weakened, trembling form and barely managed to rise.
Drawing slow, measured breaths to calm my inner turmoil and clearing my blurred vision, I looked ahead—
When had it happened?
The distance between myself and the Great Demon King had widened like a deep chasm.
“Jin Cheon—!?”
At that moment, Heo Baek’s urgent voice reached my ears.
Desperation colored his tone because I, who should have been supporting him, had stopped moving.
I raised my head toward Heo Baek, breathing heavily.
In that instant, I saw his eyes trembling like ripples on water.
Seeing that, I found it somehow amusing, and I swept back my disheveled hair with a natural smile.
“Leave the rest to me.”
“What…!?”
“You… will hold firm.”
The moment the words left my lips, the Great Demon King’s sword exploded toward Heo Baek.
It was a violent strike that shook the entire surroundings.
I turned my back without looking and ran.
Drawing upon my innate true essence to compensate for my depleted inner force, I unleashed my lightness technique, and in the distance I could see Yeon-un and Haryeon holding their breath in anticipation.
As though they had been waiting for nothing but my arrival.
And—
As if every circumstance had been planned from the beginning.
I parted my lips with a deep smile.
“Let us make haste.”
“Yes!”

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“Krraaagh—”
The Great Demon King seized Heo Baek by the throat and hoisted him into the air.
His eyes and expression, as though amused by the struggling and thrashing, mocked and derided his opponent.
Then, as he slowly extended his hand toward the heart—
“That’s far enough. Sorry, but I have much to ask that one.”
An unexpected voice reverberated through the hall.
Thump, thump—
In that instant, the Great Demon King’s gaze shifted.
Two figures who had been observing the situation from the sidelines.
They approached with confident strides.
But that was not all.
“In the end, the Jin Family’s child has fled.”
“Pfft! You didn’t let him go? How could you possibly lose someone so brimming with Jin essence?”
Gang Cheonho regarded Chen Linghua entering the chamber with an incredulous expression.
His eyes clearly brimming with suspicion.
Yet Chen Linghua merely shrugged and offered no reply.
At that moment, the Great Demon King, still gripping Heo Baek by the throat, sensing the momentum these newcomers exuded, cast him aside like refuse.
As though he were no longer needed.
As Heo Baek rolled across the ground, coughing and groaning, Gang Cheonho, who had been watching his form approach slowly, struck his face with a snort.
Crack—!
“You rest for a moment.”
The mask he wore shattered to pieces, and Heo Baek’s groans ceased in an instant.
Crunch, crunch—
Gang Cheonho, having subdued Heo Baek, slowly rolled his neck and loosened his body.
And not only him—Mo Ryeong-san and Chen Linghua as well.
The three advanced slowly toward the Great Demon King, like hunters awaiting their turn.
Their gaze never wavered from the Gok Ok embedded in the Great Demon King’s chest.
“Ohoho— that is no trinket for a corpse to possess.”
As Mo Ryeong-san halted his steps, a pitch-black darkness yawned open beneath his feet.
Murky shadow poured forth, writhing with dense malevolence.
Then, from the abyss erupted a terrible cry as dozens of monstrous figures crawled forth.
Simultaneously, wind erupted.
A tempestuous gale burst from Chen Linghua’s fingertips, swirling toward the Great Demon King like a maelstrom.
The raging wind shook the entire battlefield in a single breath.
Boom—!
Even beneath that pressure, the Great Demon King remained unmoved.
Rather, he revealed fierce savagery and raised his sword—
Crimson flames blazed brilliantly.
His aura exploded alongside eyes burning red.

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