The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1096: The First Dominator of the Ancestral Witches

Chapter 1096: Chapter 1096: The First Dominator of the Ancestral Witches

Yang Beiming, carrying the ancient divine sword, rushed toward Qiang Liang with incredible speed.

Fuxi and Patriarch Bodhi hurriedly stood in front of Qiang Liang, with Fuxi even spreading his hands to bring out the River Map and Luo Shu.

The River Map and Luo Shu were two separate items, each emitting a strong light, like two spheres of light. Together, they were a Chaos Divine Treasure, extremely powerful.

This was Fuxi’s greatest reliance, and even with Yang Beiming possessing the ancient divine sword, he was unafraid.

"Chaos Divine Treasure!"

Yang Beiming’s pupils contracted, clearly not expecting Fuxi to also possess a Chaos Divine Treasure.

The universe was vast, yet Chaos Divine Treasures were exceedingly rare, and Yang Beiming seldom encountered enemies who controlled one.

Of course, even if he did, he was not afraid.

The reason was simple.

Because his name was Yang Beiming.

In a flash, Yang Beiming reached Fuxi and slashed with his sword.

Even though Fuxi possessed strength that surpassed the complete Holy Realm, he was still startled by the speed of his sword.

"This man is formidable..."

Fuxi thought with a pounding heart, as the River Map and Luo Shu swiftly blocked in front of him, solidly absorbing a sword strike from Yang Beiming.

Clang—

A terrifying boom shocked the starry sky, making countless beings’ spirits reel.

The crazy child’s eyes nearly popped out as he exclaimed, "Damn! Two Chaos Divine Treasures!"

Whoosh—

His exclamation instantly caused all beings to stir.

Chaos Divine Treasure?

The beings had only heard of such things in myths, never expecting them to truly exist.

Di Tianwu, his fists clenched and eyes reddened, was intensely observing. Even with the nurture from the Divine Emperor, he did not possess a Chaos Divine Treasure. Having one would absolutely skyrocket his combat power.

But aside from the universal overlords, who qualified to control a Chaos Divine Treasure?

"Chaos Divine Treasure... Goodness... So generous... "

Mo Xuanzi remarked, resolutely deciding to follow Qin Jun.

He had thought that Fuxi’s River Map and Luo Shu were gifts from Qin Jun.

"River Map and Luo Shu..."

Bai Ze stood on the city gate with a complex expression on his face.

Behind him, Yingzhao and the Sixth Golden Crow were trembling all over.

Wasn’t this Di Jun’s companion treasure?

Rumble—

Sword energy transformed into a tidal wave, centering on Fuxi and the others as it surged in all directions, spanning tens of millions of miles and still expanding, a scene of immense visual impact.

Fuxi exerted himself, gritting his teeth in resistance.

Patriarch Bodhi raised his hand to channel his divine power into Fuxi’s body, aiding him in withstanding Yang Beiming’s ancient divine sword.

Qiang Liang and Luo Shixin exchanged glances and disappeared rapidly, reappearing behind Yang Beiming, attempting a sneak attack to pierce through his back.

However, Yang Beiming’s Sword Dao reached the skies, and his sword intent followed his heart.

Before the two could touch him, an invisible sword intent appeared out of nowhere, like a strong wind, casting them out.

"My sword, unstoppable!

Yang Beiming declared in a deep voice, his eyes filled with icy coldness, flashing like sword blades.

The next second, his right arm shook, causing drastic changes in the expressions of Fuxi and Patriarch Bodhi, who were directly thrown out.

Four Manifesting Saint Sword Gods, still no match for him!

Yang Beiming swiftly turned and charged toward Qiang Liang.

Wei Yue was like his own son, and their vendetta was irreconcilable.

He must avenge!

With disheveled white hair, Yang Beiming swiftly approached Qiang Liang with his sword, their faces only less than ten centimeters apart. Pupils constricted, Qiang Liang felt a tumultuous wave rising inside him.

"This guy..."

Qiang Liang, both alarmed and angry, thought that Yang Beiming had transformed after truly beginning the battle.

Those eyes, icy cold enough to chill one’s soul in a cold cellar.

That ghostly speed had already surpassed the definition of speed.

Yang Beiming swiftly drew his sword, and with a thrust, he sliced into Qiang Liang’s thigh before he could defend himself, blood spattering and white bone chillingly visible along the blade.

"How dare you!"

Luo Shixin raised the Qilin Overlord Spear high, furiously smashing it down.

Although Yang Beiming was not in a hurry to kill Qiang Liang, he withdrew his sword, for otherwise he could have severed Qiang Liang’s leg with a single stroke.

He easily dodged Luo Shixin’s Qilin Overlord Spear and turned around to chop with his sword.

The sound of flesh being torn apart was enough to make one’s scalp tingle!

A long and ghastly wound was slashed across Luo Shixin’s back.

Whoosh—

Just then, a white torrent surged forward, strikingly it was Patriarch Bodhi’s Dust Brush’s white hairs.

Regrettably, this move was utterly ineffective against Yang Beiming.

Enveloped by an invisible sword intent, the white hairs barely neared him before they were shredded and turned to ash.

Fuxi also killed his way back, with the River Map in his left hand and the Luo Shu in his right, as if wielding two great worlds, his black robe fluttering loudly as he charged head-on.

The speed of the five Manifesting Saints was incomprehensible, they fought furiously, moving so fast that no creature could catch them with their eyes.

One could only see the stars in front exploding one after another, numerous planets caught in the havoc, countless shock waves stirring up spiritual energy in waves like those in a stormy sea, continuously without end.

Meanwhile.

Qin Jun was rushing over from the Great Qin Heavenly City. Although he was a Mysterious Immortal of the Taiyi Order, the Qin Immortal Realm was too large, and he could not fly out of the Qin Immortal Realm in a short time.

Even before reaching the frontline, he could already hear the deafening roar.

"I didn’t expect Yang Beiming to be so tough..."

Qin Jun’s face was steel blue—could four Manifesting Saints not defeat Yang Beiming?

Fuxi even was at the full completion of the Holy Realm!

It seemed he must summon a formidable being!

"Ancestral Dragon! Di Jun! Di Jiang..."

Qin Jun began to struggle, these three were the strongest of the Dragon Clan, Demon Clan, and Witch Clan, respectively—whom to call to the rescue?

He could not wait until one of the four like Fuxi was severely injured before summoning help.

Enough!

It would be him!

"System! Specify summon Di Jiang in peak condition! Restore past memories!"

Qin Jun roared in his heart, he refused to believe that adding Di Jiang would not turn the tables on Yang Beiming!

"Ding! Congratulations, host, for summoning Di Jiang!"

"Bring up Di Jiang’s attribute list!"

Qin Jun hastily instructed.

As the strongest of the Witch Clan, Di Jiang’s cultivation would certainly not be inferior.

"Di Jiang, from mythology!"

"Identity: Ancestral Witch! God of Space!"

"Cultivation: Complete Holy Realm!"

"Cultivation method: To prove the Dao with strength!"

"Divine Power: True Body of Ancestral Witch! Spatial Mysteries! Shattered Star Space!"

"Special attribute: First Tyrant of Ancestral Witches (Increases murderous aura against enemies in battle, more powerful with each additional Ancestral Witch close by)!"

"Loyalty: 61 (full value 100)!"

First Tyrant of Ancestral Witches!

Qin Jun noticed this special attribute—becoming stronger with more Ancestral Witches nearby?

Tsk tsk, this attribute seemed a bit like cheating.

Fortunately, he had already summoned Qiang Liang beforehand; he began to look forward to Di Jiang’s performance.

Boom—

Yang Beiming unleashed a sword energy millions of miles long, sweeping everything away, even the mighty Fuxi was blown back.

Although Fuxi had the River Map and Luo Shu, Patriarch Bodhi, Qiang Liang, and Luo Shixin did not, causing the three of them to be blown away, vomiting blood as they flew backward.

The age-old divine sword was entwined by countless strands of sword intent, swirling around the blade like a tornado, blowing Yang Beiming’s wild hair over his face, revealing a pair of exceedingly cold eyes.

"You are no match for me, and if you seek death, don’t blame me!"

Yang Beiming coldly stated, unable to restrain his killing intent when he thought of Wei Yue.

That was his most beloved disciple, whom he had raised from an infant, as if his own son.