Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 1122 - Jin Zhongyue

“Jin Zhongyue, it’s actually Jin Zhongyue. He’s still alive!”

The crowd went into an uproar when they saw the gold-robed elder.

Jin Zhongyue was the former patriarch of the Jin Mansion and Jin Yaoyang’s grandfather. In his youth, he was a famous pride of heaven on the Myriad Demon Islands with a strong chance of stepping into the Legendary realm.

Unfortunately, he got into a conflict with someone three hundred years ago that led to a huge fight. He had slain his opponent, but suffered grave injuries himself—injuries said to have brought him to the brink of death.

After that, he vanished from the public eye. As decades passed, rumors spread that he had died from those wounds.

To the numerous demonic cultivators of the Island of Myriad Demons, Jin Zhongyue had long been considered a “dead man.”

Now, seeing him alive—and more powerful than ever—shocked them to the core. Whispers buzzed through the crowd as divine wills trembled in astonishment.

“He is still alive. I thought he died from that old battle. Turns out he was in seclusion, healing and cultivating all this time.”

“He used to be a prodigy back in the day, with hopes of stepping into the Legendary realm. That battle affected him greatly. It probably damaged his foundation. Otherwise, he might’ve become a Legendary realm expert by now.”

“That’s right. Look at the laws flashing around Jin Zhongyue. There are more than seventy threads. Perhaps in another hundred years or so, he might step into the Legendary realm and become the second Legendary realm expert of the Jin Mansion.”

“......”

“Grandfather!” shouted Jin Yaoyang, feeling incomparably excited.

Jin Taihua’s swift death at Chen Fan’s hands had left his soul trembling and him incredibly horrified.

What kind of monster was this youth?

Jin Taihua was a quasi-Legendary level expert. How could he slam a quasi-Legend to death? Was he a ferocious beast in human hide?

“Little bastard, you’re too presumptuous!”

An incomparably terrifying aura surged from Jin Zhongyue, stirring the winds and clouds.

Pressure as heavy as a mountain swept out like a tsunami, making the space creak.

Jin Zhongyue had seen clearly what happened. He had assumed that, even if the brat had extraordinary combat strength, it would not be enough to threaten someone at the Jin Mansion.

But to his shock, that brat slammed a quasi-Legendary realm expert to death.

That sight had nearly shattered his mind.

Moreover, after killing Jin Taihua, Chen Fan had attacked him.

“Presumptuous?” Chen Fan curled his lips in disdain when he heard Jin Zhongyue say, “Me? What can an old coot like you do?”

Chen Fan was confident that, had he faced Jin Zhongyue twelve years ago, he would have still slaughtered him as easily as killing poultry.

Others might not know that the Jin Mansion had two quasi-Legendary realm experts, but Chen Fan’s divine will had already scouted out the entire mansion. He knew Jin Zhongyue’s every move.

A quasi-Legendary realm with seventy-some law threads was very powerful in other people’s eyes; before Chen Fan, he was just an ant.

Hearing Chen Fan’s disdainful words, Jin Zhongyue’s expression became very ugly.

“You’re courting death!”

Ever since damaging his foundation in that battle three hundred years ago, Jin Zhongyue had been in seclusion within the depths of the Jin Mansion. Only Jin Yaoyang and his father were aware that he was still alive.

Though he’d lain dormant for centuries, the arrogance of his youth—when he’d once stood as a famed pride of heaven—remained untouched by time. So, when a mere brat dared speak to him with such insolence, his fury ignited at once.

“Arrogant whelp, you really think killing Jin Taihua makes you my equal? The gap between two quasi-Legends can be terrifyingly vast!”

Chen Fan sneered, his face still carrying thick disdain, “Old coot, all your talk is meaningless. In my eyes, you and Jin Taihua are the same. Mere ants. If I want to kill you, it’s as easy as breathing. Stop pretending you're someone important.”

Jin Zhongyue grew so angry that his seven orifices were nearly smoking.

He, Jin Zhongyue, humiliated by a junior? Unthinkable.

The corner of Jin Zhongyue’s mouth twitched, and he said savagely, “You damned little bastard. You still dare to talk back? Killing my Jin Mansion’s people will be the biggest mistake of your life. I’ll wring off your damn head very soon and kick it like a ball!”

The surrounding demonic cultivators gasped, their hearts shaken.

This was no ordinary clash. Jin Zhongyue had once been a legend, a ruthless genius who had bathed entire battlefields in blood.

Now that Chen Fan was humiliating Jin Zhongyue like this, the latter would probably not let him die so easily. Jin Zhongyue would torture Chen Fan ruthlessly first.

“Spare me the chatter, old coot. You're not even worth my time. Tell that Lesser Legendary realm of your Jin Mansion to come out. Today, I’ll kill him, so that everyone on the Island of Myriad Demons understands what happens if you touch my woman and friends!” Chen Fan said indifferently, disregarding Jin Zhongyue.

The only person he deemed worthy of attention was Jin Kun, the Lesser Legendary realm expert.

However, Jin Kun seemingly was not in the Jin Mansion, as Chen Fan’s divine will couldn’t find him.

His words struck the Jin clan like a slap across the face.

Jin Kun was the Jin Mansion’s only Legendary realm expert and the pillar of their clan. The one they revered like a god was now reduced to a warning, a mere target for humiliation.

This wasn’t just provocation—it was an all-out public shaming of the entire Jin Mansion.

“You damned bastard. How dare you spout such nonsense even when you’re about to die?! I’ll make you pay for it. After you’re dead, everyone related to you can forget about escaping.”

Jin Zhongyue was furious. The surrounding laws fluctuated violently. Bursts of terrifying aura kept sweeping out from him.

“Go to hell, little bastard. Thunderous Bloody Bell!”

Jin Zhongyue grabbed at the void. Immediately, blood-colored lightning gathered and blossomed, forming a Thunderous Bloody Bell.

The light of lightning law shone on the surface of the bloody bell, like the origin of lightning was flowing on it, emitting a terrifying aura.

“Soul Shock!”

Next, Jin Zhongyue’s palm struck the Thunderous Bloody Bell violently.

A soul-piercing sonic wave burst forth, hurtling toward Chen Fan like an invisible tide bent on annihilation.

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