Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Chapter 451

The moment the Outer Hall Master of the Great Heaven Gate perished—

A faint white light began seeping from Jeong Yeon-shin’s body.

Shhhhhh—

Like a misty haze, it billowed outward, climbing up the deep crater he had formed before slowly sweeping down the mountain path.

A most peculiar kind of energy wave. The gentle sound of dirt shifting was eerily tranquil.

[That just now… don’t tell me—?]

So Cheonmujuk murmured.

Her dark-blue eyes suddenly glowed with an icy sharpness.

It was a gaze filled with the same piercing insight she had always possessed, even before Jeong Yeon-shin had developed his own Dark Vision.

Now, she no longer concealed her innate perception, a gift bestowed upon her by the heavens.

[Truly fascinating. The fact that you had something like that… and that you consumed it, in your condition, right in front of me.]

She had wiped away the smirk from her lips as she descended before him.

This was no longer a mere illusion.

It was the Ming Cult Leader herself.

She stood tall, her posture flawless. Though her figure remained semi-transparent, and though she was clad in the pristine white robes of a wandering ascetic, the sheer concentration of demonic energy coiled around her spine emanated a presence that could not be ignored.

The greatest prodigy beneath the heavens, Yalu Jin.

[Child.]

Her hair billowed like the black clouds of a stormy night.

It was as if her true self was stirring the very flow of Qi from some distant battlefield.

[Did you overlook the Void Between Forms? A Ming Cult Leader never takes more than two steps in battle.]

Jeong Yeon-shin sat cross-legged at the center of the crater.

Slowly, he parted his lips.

“Try casting it.”

[What?]

“I’ll crush your body to pieces.”

A voice that rumbled from deep within his throat.

His vocal cords scraped against each other as his internal energy surged, making him sound less like a man and more like a lion’s growl.

At the same time, an intensely white aura sparked at the nape of his neck, flashing like lightning.

It was mystic power.

[…You intend to crush my body?]

The Ming Cult Leader’s gaze thinned into slits.

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