Became a God-Level M Chapter 266 : Let’s End This Now

Chapter 266: Let’s End This Now

As the thick dust settled, four n stood there blankly.

Naturally, it was Jin Seong-un and his companions.

Jin Seong-un appeared completely unhard, while Seo Yu-gyeom, Seomun Ak, and Moyong Hyeon seed to have suffered so injuries in the battle, though none appeared life-threatening.

Everyone stared at Jin Seong-un with bewildered and puzzled expressions. They knew a fight had taken place—but why had the entire hall suddenly collapsed?

As usual, Jin Seong-un answered their unspoken question in a dry tone.

“Ha Joo-myeong wasn’t visible, so I searched for a bit… and then just collapsed the building.”

In other words, after failing to find him, he burned the entire structure down.

Jin Seong-un continued,

“Of course, it seems he isn’t here either. However, Ha Joo-myeong is definitely sowhere within this estate.”

“And how are you so certain?”

The Alliance Leader asked.

Jin Seong-un pondered briefly, then decided there was no point in lying to the Alliance Leader and spoke honestly.

“After declaring war on Myriad Gold Manor, I had this place monitored through the Hao Sect and the Beggars’ Union. Ha Joo-myeong never left.”

“If both organizations reached that conclusion, then it must be so. Chief Strategist, have the formation masters of the Sima Clan search the entire Myriad Gold Manor thoroughly.”

“It shall be done.”

Sima Baek imdiately began issuing rapid orders to the formation masters.

The Alliance Leader’s expression toward Jin Seong-un grew increasingly intrigued. It was already surprising that so many prominent figures of Murim had gathered because of this one young man—but to think he had even mobilized both the Hao Sect and the Beggars’ Union.

Just then—

A group ca rushing in from the direction of the Outer Grounds of Myriad Gold Manor.

The martial artists tensed, but the masters—including the Alliance Leader and Jin Seong-un—had already guessed their identities.

They were rising prodigies who had once belonged to the Special Task Force—among them the Dragon Seizer of the Mount Hua Sect, Seung-ryong of the Shaolin Temple, and Gwang-ryong of the Diancang Sect, along with their companions.

Hwamyeong spotted Jin Seong-un and rushed over without even greeting the Alliance Leader.

“Master! Are you alright?”

“Of course.”

“I’m sorry—truly sorry. I tried persuading the elders of the clan, but in the end, I couldn’t get approval for the sect to participate in the subjugation… so I just dragged a few of my fellow disciples here in a hurry.”

Behind Hwamyeong stood several young Plum Blossom Swordsn.

It seed that Seung-ryong, Gwang-ryong, and the others were in similar situations.

Their clans and sects had weighed the interests of the martial world and decided not to participate in the subjugation of Myriad Gold Manor.

However, these individuals had personally had their lives saved by Jin Seong-un.

They could not turn a blind eye to his predicant.

Thus, even if late, they had gathered whoever they could and rushed here.

After quickly grasping the situation, they looked around in shock.

White Cloud Sword, the Poison Lord, the Saber King—

Even the Murim Alliance Leader and the Chief Strategist were present.

No matter how they looked at it, the situation had grown enormous.

Seung-ryong of Shaolin respectfully pressed his palms together toward the Alliance Leader.

“Alliance Leader, it has been a while. I am from Shaolin—”

“Stop.”

The Alliance Leader cut him off.

As Seung-ryong blinked in confusion, the Alliance Leader continued,

“Do not reveal your identities. Remain simply as friends of that young innkeeper.”

They had defied their clans and sects to co here. If they now spoke as representatives of their respective forces, it could cause problems later.

Understanding the Alliance Leader’s consideration, Seung-ryong, Hwamyeong, and the others bowed respectfully in gratitude.

They soon checked on the injured Seomun Ak and Moyong Hyeon, while Seo Yu-gyeom grumbled that next ti they should arrive after everyone was already dead.

Watching this from a distance, the Alliance Leader suddenly realized sothing and widened his eyes.

He sought freedom.

One day, he intended to leave this suffocating Murim Alliance behind, strap a sword to his waist, and wander the world.

To fight countless masters, to enjoy fine tastes and beauty, to go wherever his feet carried him…

For such a life, a successor was absolutely necessary. Seeking freedom and being irresponsible were entirely different matters.

Lee Ha-seong had been chosen as Alliance Leader for two reasons: his overwhelming strength, and his political neutrality from belonging to no faction.

And now, in his eyes, one man stood out clearly.

A youth barely past twenty, who had exchanged blows with the Saber King, who had single-handedly defeated the Golden Guard, and who belonged not to Murim forces but to an inn.

For a mont, the Alliance Leader felt as though a radiant halo shone behind Jin Seong-un.

‘Perfect!’

The Alliance Leader’s face lit up with excitent.

Jin Seong-un t his gaze and quickly turned his head away. He had seen that kind of look many tis before.

anwhile, the Alliance Leader continued staring intensely at him. Seeing this, the Chief Strategist spoke quietly.

“Alliance Leader.”

“Yes, yes…”

The Alliance Leader responded absentmindedly, still fixated on Jin Seong-un. In his eyes, he could already see the freedom he would enjoy in the future.

The Chief Strategist continued,

“Heh, judging by that expression… it seems our goals have aligned.”

Only then did the Alliance Leader snap his head toward him. The Chief Strategist’s gaze looked strikingly similar to his own.

As the two silently nodded, dreaming of a golden future—

“Jin Seong-un!!”

A clear, ringing voice cut through the air.

In a battlefield filled with blood, corpses, and tension, the sharp voice of a young woman felt distinctly out of place.

Everyone turned toward the source.

Her striking red hair and sharp features imdiately drew attention.

Chae Seo-ryeong approached, arms laden with dozens of swords.

It was Falling Fla Manor—always attentive to news about Jin Seong-un.

A flicker of surprise crossed Jin Seong-un’s eyes. She had a habit of appearing at crucial monts—just like during the Qinghai Iron Workshop incident, and during Ha Cheong-a’s Martial Palace incident.

“Miss Chae, what brings you here?”

“What do you an? Obviously, you’d be abusing a bunch of weapons in this so-called war, so I brought these along. But… it’s already over? Am I late again?”

She looked around in disbelief. So faces were familiar, others not—but all seed like incredible masters, making her shrink back slightly.

Jin Seong-un replied,

“No. You ca at just the right ti.”

“Really?”

Her face brightened like a blooming flower—

Until he continued.

“Could you check if there’s anything unusual here?”

By “unusual,” he ant a formation.

The won of Falling Fla Manor possessed Fiery Eyes Golden Vision, capable of seeing through formations.

Chae Seo-ryeong narrowed her eyes at him.

“You always seem happier to see my eyes than , don’t you?”

“That’s not true.”

“Hmph.”

She turned her head sharply, and Jin Seong-un looked slightly troubled.

At the sa ti, critical gazes poured toward him from all directions.

Even while tending to his injuries, Seomun Ak gave him a thumbs-down.

“Boo.”

“……”

Despite her grumbling, Chae Seo-ryeong’s eyes soon glowed red as she scanned the surroundings.

The martial artists watched in fascination.

Before, such abilities might have been hidden, but after the Qinghai Iron Workshop incident, Chief Strategist Sima Baek had officially acknowledged Falling Fla Manor—there was no longer any need.

After surveying Myriad Gold Manor, she pointed to a small courtyard between buildings.

“There. A formation.”

The Sima Clan’s formation masters looked shocked and turned toward Sima Baek.

Already aware of Falling Fla Manor’s abilities, Sima Baek imdiately ordered them to inspect the area.

After examining it for so ti, they rushed back in alarm.

“Chief Strategist! There truly is a formation there!”

“How long will it take to break it?”

“At least four days. Even from a brief look, it’s no ordinary formation.”

Sima Baek nodded. That was the nature of formations—especially one constructed by a force like Myriad Gold Manor.

Soon, Sima Baek and the formation masters began discussing how to break it.

The thod was unexpectedly crude.

First, create a slight crack using a highly refined formation containing profound principles—then tear it apart from both sides using two formations of overwhelming brute force.

Jin Seong-un approached quietly and asked,

“If that crack could be made imdiately, would it shorten the ti?”

“…It would, but that’s impossible. Formations require imnse ti and effort to construct—and breaking them requires twice as much.”

Jin Seong-un nodded.

“I’ll try.”

At that, the Alliance Leader, White Cloud Sword, and other masters showed interest.

Even the Saber King seed to be listening from afar.

Sima Baek narrowed his eyes.

“You have a thod?”

“I intend to cut it.”

“……”

Sima Baek looked dumbfounded.

So did the others.

Cutting a formation—sothing even masters who had mastered blade and sword could scarcely imagine.

Ignoring them, Jin Seong-un looked around.

“Does anyone have a saber I can borrow?”

The Black Wolf Saber Art suited this task better than the Fire Dragon Escape Sword.

Naturally, Chae Seo-ryeong stepped forward—but—

* It will break.

She froze at his voice transmission.

If even he said that, it ant most weapons would shatter.

Jin Seong-un subtly moved in a certain direction.

There was indeed soone here who used a saber.

The Saber King.

Seeing him approach, the Saber King made an incredulous expression.

“Don’t tell

you’re asking ?”

“Ah.”

Jin Seong-un glanced between him and his massive saber.

“Then again… ordinary sabers would probably break. A weapon wielded by the head of the Hebei Peng Clan must be quite precious.”

“……”

The Saber King’s brow twitched.

“I’m looking for sothing sturdy—and not too valuable.”

That made it sound like the Saber King’s weapon was rely a fragile treasure.

“Break? Nonsense. And you’re a swordsman—can those delicate wrists even handle my Mountain Lord Great Saber?”

“Will you lend it?”

“…Ridiculous.”

The Saber King tossed it.

Jin Seong-un caught it—then staggered slightly.

It felt as if he were holding up Mount Tai.

He couldn’t help but feel anew that the Saber King was a monster for wielding this so effortlessly.

After swinging it a few tis, he assud a stance.

At once, everyone’s attention focused on him.

His entire aura changed.

He bent his knees slightly, pulling the saber to his chest.

The surrounding air sank low.

Nearly a thousand martial artists stood present—but silence fell.

All attention converged on him.

A supre technique born from the Black Wolf Saber Art, infused with the lifeti enlightennt of the rchant King.

It had no na.

According to the rchant King—

There was nothing in the world it could not cut.

“Hoo.”

Jin Seong-un exhaled softly.

Even that sound echoed.

Then—

Bang!

The air exploded.

He shot forward in a straight line.

His speed was so extraordinary that afterimages trailed behind him.

Slash—

The saber cut through empty air.

Yet through his fingertips, he clearly felt sothing sever.

Silence.

Then—

The space itself split.

A crack—barely an inch wide.

Beyond it, sothing white was visible.

The crack wavered, slowly beginning to close—

“Activate the formations now! Before it closes!”

Sima Baek shouted urgently.

The Sima Clan’s formation masters snapped to action.

Without needing to create the initial crack, they imdiately applied brute-force formations to tear it apart.

Crack—CRACK—

With grotesque sounds, space split open.

Inside—

A snowstorm raged.

And within it stood two n.

One was a middle-aged man lying on the ground, emaciated to the point his bones showed—clearly dead for so ti.

Everyone recognized him.

The Master of Myriad Gold Manor.

The richest man of the era—dead miserably within his own formation.

And the one responsible—

Stood beside him.

Ha Joo-myeong.

Even he, usually emotionless, could not hide his shock.

He had hidden from Jin Seong-un—

Yet the man had found him anyway.

And now, the great clans, sects, and even the Murim Alliance Leader were witnessing his vile cri.

Jin Seong-un stepped forward.

“Ha Joo-myeong. Let’s end this now. You—and Myriad Gold Manor.”

His tone remained as calm as ever.