Chapter 395: Chapter 395

Chapter 395 – Crossroads (3)“Now the situation is reversed. With that clever head of yours, why don’t you try to guess what I’m going to say…”

“Just kill him.” Sёarch* The novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

‘…!?’

The expression of Yul-myeong, the envoy from the Elder Council, hardened.

What did he just hear?

Kill him?

“Mok Gyeong-un… That younger brother is your…”

“I said, kill him.”

“……”

At these resolute words, not only Yul-myeong but even the white-haired old man who had brought Mok Yu-cheon couldn’t hide their bewilderment.

They clearly knew these two were brothers who had been taken hostage together.

That’s why they thought he would be a good card to restrain Mok Gyeong-un.

But what on earth was this guy?

‘Is it a bluff? But to say that…’

There wasn’t even a hint of hesitation.

There wasn’t even a tremor in his voice.

It was so dumbfounding, as if they were complete strangers.

‘No. Even if they don’t get along, there can’t be someone who wants their own flesh and blood to die. He must be controlling his emotions extremely well.’

If his enlightenment was high enough to have reached the realm of Manifestation after surpassing the wall of walls, as Young Master Na Yul-ryang said, he should be able to easily control his own emotions.

Then it was just a matter of testing him.

-Swish!

Yul-myeong raised his hand and gave a hand signal.

At this, the white-haired old man sighed and pressed down on Mok Yu-cheon’s left shoulder.

-Grip!

“Kuk.”

“You’re suffering unnecessary harm due to your brother’s stubbornness.”

“Brother… what… I clearly… kuk! …told you he wouldn’t… even blink…”

Mok Yu-cheon had already been told that he would be used as a card to threaten Mok Gyeong-un while being captured.

To this, Mok Yu-cheon had snorted and said it absolutely wouldn’t work.

That guy was literally a demon.

If he had considered him a brother, he would never have done such things in the Corpse Blood Valley.

-Grip!

“Keuup!”

Mok Yu-cheon’s groans grew louder at the pain that felt like his shoulder was being torn off.

Then Yul-myeong said to Mok Gyeong-un,

“Let’s see if you still say to kill him when your brother’s shoulder is being torn off…”

-Swish!

Before his words could finish.

Mok Gyeong-un’s form appeared in front of him in an instant.

As he appeared, Mok Gyeong-un’s hand moved to grab Yul-myeong’s neck in one go.

-Pat!

At that moment, Yul-myeong hurriedly threw his body backward, and something invisible and unknown created a repulsive force in front of Mok Gyeong-un as he tried to follow.

-Pa ang!

‘This is?’

With an incredibly heavy force, Mok Gyeong-un’s form was pushed back about five steps in an instant.

Yul-myeong raised his voice at him.

“So it was a bluff after all. Do you think you can safely retrieve your brother by taking me hostage?”

“I told you I don’t care whether you kill him or not.”

“Do you think I’d believe that? Elder Kang. Just tear off his left shoulder.”

“As you wish.”

-Kwak!

The white-haired old man called Elder Kang immediately drove his fingers into Mok Yu-cheon’s shoulder.

However, he didn’t do it in one go.

Since it was meant to threaten and control the opponent’s actions by using a hostage, he deliberately pushed his fingers in slowly.

But at that very moment.

“As expected, if you do that…”

-Woo jik! Woo ji jik!

Mok Yu-cheon’s shoulder muscles began to twitch, and then blood vessels bulged on his facial skin as his body started to swell.

Startled by the sudden change, Elder Kang tried to tear off Mok Yu-cheon’s shoulder, thinking ‘Oh no’.

However, Mok Yu-cheon grabbed his wrist,

-Pak!

And broke it right there.

-Crack!

“Kuk! You bastard!”

Elder Kang, with his wrist broken, tried to pierce Mok Yu-cheon’s neck in one go by raising energy in his other hand.

However, before he could do so, Mok Yu-cheon threw his body forward and avoided it.

After dodging like that, Mok Yu-cheon turned his head to look at Elder Kang as if to check on him, but,

-Flinch!

Elder Kang hesitated for a moment and felt creeped out by the sight of blood vessels bulging all over his face, his eyes completely red, and his skin turned black and grotesque.

At that moment, Yul-myeong, the envoy from the Elder Council, shouted.

“What’s this? Did you let him go?”

“This bastard was hiding a strange energy circulation technique.”

Elder Kang had felt the energy suddenly reverse while holding his shoulder.

Such a reversal was an extremely dangerous energy circulation technique that could lead to qi deviation.

Just looking at his current appearance was enough to confirm this.

‘His internal energy has exploded.’

In an instant, he had surpassed himself.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that in terms of internal energy alone, he had almost reached the peak of the transcendent realm.

However, this must be temporary due to that dangerous energy circulation technique, so it’s not a state that can be maintained for long.

-Chang!

I need to subdue him first.

Elder Kang drew his sword and flew towards Mok Yu-cheon.

However,

-Pat!

Instead of blocking Elder Kang’s sword, Mok Yu-cheon flew his body towards an unexpected person.

It was Mok Gyeong-un.

The momentum with which he flew his body looked almost like an attack.

As they were thinking ‘Surely not’,

-Pa pak!

Mok Yu-cheon, raising energy in his hand, unleashed the third move of Bright Blade King’s unique sword technique, the Bright Sun Sword Technique, One Son Sword Return, towards Mok Gyeong-un with tremendous internal energy.

The momentum of the move was incredibly domineering, as if he truly intended to kill his opponent.

‘I was a fool for harboring even a sliver of hope.’

In truth, Mok Yu-cheon could have avoided being captured using the reverse blood energy circulation technique.

However, he wanted to use this opportunity to test one last time whether Mok Gyeong-un truly considered him as flesh and blood.

If he had shown even a slight hesitation, no matter how demonic he was, Mok Yu-cheon would have thought he was human after all.

But now, he had no hope or lingering attachment left.

‘You were going to abandon me too, so I’ll defeat you here and cut off all ties of blood and kinship.’

With that, Mok Yu-cheon’s sword energy, at its peak due to the reverse blood energy circulation technique, rushed mercilessly towards Mok Gyeong-un.

However,

-Cha ang!

‘!?’

Mok Gyeong-un casually caught Mok Yu-cheon’s sword energy with his bare hand.

The domineering aura and internal energy in the sword move were no exaggeration to say they had reached the peak of the transcendent realm.

But what on earth was this?

As he was bewildered, Mok Gyeong-un said,

“Why did you attack me?”

“You… How?”

When they had fought before, they were almost evenly matched thanks to the reverse blood energy circulation technique.

But what was this now?

-Par reu reu reu!

-Crack! Crack!

Even though he had raised his reverse blood energy to ten-fold, his hand didn’t budge at all.

How could he withstand his sword energy, which was close to strong qi, with his bare hand without even raising any special energy?

To the puzzled Mok Yu-cheon, Mok Gyeong-un said,

“Looking at your eyes, your mind hasn’t been consumed. You’ve improved somewhat too.”

“Improved? You…”

“If you attacked because you were upset about me saying to kill you, I’ll let it slide this once.”

“What?”

“Stop being a nuisance and just go.”

-Puk!

“Keuok!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Mok Gyeong-un’s fist struck Mok Yu-cheon’s abdomen.

It didn’t seem like he had swung hard, but just lightly hit him, yet Mok Yu-cheon’s body bent like a shrimp and was sent flying backward.

-Kwa kwa kwa kwang!

He even flew through a wall about ten zhang away.

After breaking through the wall and rolling several times, Mok Yu-cheon finally came to a stop.

“Uuuu.”

Sprawled out, Mok Yu-cheon was truly dumbfounded.

He had devoted himself madly to martial arts training with the sole intention of paying back that guy for what happened then.

But what was this?

Far from being a match for that guy, his internal organs were shaken by a light punch.

As blood rose in his throat, he couldn’t maintain the reverse blood energy circulation technique, and his body was gradually returning to its original state.

‘Damn it.’

-Kwang!

Mok Yu-cheon’s eyes reddened as he slammed his fist on the ground.

After all that hardship, that guy had become so strong that he felt like not just a youngster, but lower than an insect on the ground compared to him.

It felt so unfair.

Meanwhile, Yul-myeong, the envoy from the Elder Council, inwardly clicked his tongue at the sight of Mok Yu-cheon being sent flying after receiving a single punch from Mok Gyeong-un when he had rushed at him.

He had thought he could use him as a card to control Mok Gyeong-un because they were blood relatives, but at this rate, it seemed they were almost worse than enemies.

‘A completely useless card.’

Then there was no choice.

Since the hostage play had become useless, now there were only two options left.

Those surrounding this place now were a group of masters secretly nurtured by the Elder Council, and high-level masters of Great Commander rank and above that Young Master Na Yul-ryang had persuaded, along with their subordinate forces.

There were 10 transcendent realm masters, at least 50 people at the peak realm or above, and nearly 400 first-class master level forces that could be scraped together.

If there had been more time, they would have gathered more forces, but this was the limit for half a quarter hour.

Of course, this alone could be considered a tremendous force, but if the opponent was truly a grand master who had surpassed the wall of walls and reached the level of the Six Heavens, this wouldn’t be enough.

Therefore, the best prepared force could be said to be himself.

-Swish!

Yul-myeong formed a hand seal with one hand and opened his mouth.

“Since the hostage play has become meaningless, it seems we have no choice but to shed blood. I truly hoped a young man like you would join us.”

“That won’t happen. And…”

Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes were directed towards the front of Yul-myeong, or more precisely, towards a transparent being emitting a faint demonic energy.

Seeing Mok Gyeong-un’s gaze, Yul-myeong clicked his tongue.

“Truly remarkable talent. If we had met a little earlier, I would have wanted to take you as a disciple as a diviner.”

He meant it sincerely.

This faint demonic being protecting him was an evil spirit exceptionally skilled at concealing its appearance, which couldn’t be detected even by moon-level spiritual power.

At least sun-level or above was needed to perceive it, but this guy who wasn’t even of age possessed extraordinary qualities.

“I’ve heard that a lot. All the diviners from Primal Killing Pavilion said the same thing before they died.”

“Before they died? Wait… You don’t mean?”

“They dared to kill my spirit servant and even try to track me.”

‘!?’

At these words, Yul-myeong’s ears perked up.

He had thought that since the one controlling In Seo-ok, the Primal Killing Pavilion leader who had been turned into a living corpse spirit, was a diviner from Harmonious Immortal Pavilion, naturally the Red Eyebrow Old Immortal, one of the Six Divine Practitioners, must be behind it.

He had thought no one else could deflect his tracking technique.

But,

‘This guy… deflected my tracking technique?’

Yul-myeong was truly shocked.

A mere youngster who wasn’t even of age, let alone holding the title of Divine Practitioner, had deflected his tracking technique.

What kind of guy was this?

His martial arts were on par with the Six Heavens, the pinnacle of the current martial world, and his spiritual power as a diviner had also reached the Divine Practitioner level?

To the astonished Yul-myeong, Mok Gyeong-un grasped the hilt of the demonic sword Evil Commandment Sword and said,

“So I was determined to kill you if I ever saw you, and how fortunate. You’ve appeared before me on your own feet.”

“Kill me? Ha!”

To him who scoffed, Mok Gyeong-un smiled faintly and said,

“You shouldn’t rely too much on that invisible spirit servant.”

“Pft.”

At these words, Yul-myeong let out a sneer.

Mok Gyeong-un, not minding his reaction at all, half-drew Evil Commandment Sword.

-Seureung!

Then Yul-myeong stopped sneering and said,

“It’s the first time my face has been so disgraced since receiving the title of Divine Practitioner. Well then.”

“Divine Practitioner?”

Did he just call himself a Divine Practitioner?

As Mok Gyeong-un wondered, Yul-myeong formed a hand seal with one hand.

-Chak! Chak! Chak! Chak!

Lim (臨)! Byeong (兵)! Gae (皆)! Jin (進)!

-Hwa reu reu reuk!

At that moment, balls of fire began to fall from the air like hail.

-Kung! Kung! Kung! Kung!

Even Elder Kang, who was on the same side as him, widened his eyes at this strange sight.

What on earth was this bizarre phenomenon?

Then Yul-myeong opened his mouth in a meaningful voice.

“I am Myeong-ryul, the Grand Divination Master of the Golden Origin Pavilion. One of the Six Divine Practitioners, the first to take a Spiritual beast, the highest rank among evil spirits, as a spirit servant.”

-Kwa a a a a a!

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge white being that hadn’t been visible before revealed itself and let out a roar so loud it shook the surroundings.