The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1100: The Biggest Trump Card

Chapter 1100: Chapter 1100: The Biggest Trump Card

In the primordial era, there was no order, let alone sects.

Countless races struggled for dominance, the law of the jungle prevailed, and seeking immortality was impossible, because there were no powerful beings to preach the dao, no concept of mentorship.

The weaker races were only oppressed, generation after generation, by the stronger ones, among which the Extreme Flame Demon Clan was one of the terrifying races that stood above the clouds.

They were powerful, with extraordinary talents, and possessed the ability to engulf all things with their Extreme Flames.

Before he was imprisoned in the Qiuming Abyss by the Qiuming Emperor, the mad child had fought with a member of the Extreme Flame Demon Clan.

That memory still sent shivers down his spine to this day.

"I hope that’s just a rumor... An entity like the Extreme Flame Demon shouldn’t exist."

The mad child shook his head with a smile, then turned his attention back to the distant battle.

Countless golden lotuses floated from the depths of the starry sky, emitting golden light, dazzling and beautiful, accompanied by waves of spiritual energy.

Di Jiang and the others were fighting in a frenzy, particularly Di Jiang, Qiang Liang, and Luo Shixin, with bloodshot eyes, battling Yang Beiming fiercely.

Even wielding a Chaos spiritual treasure and transforming into billions of sword intents, Yang Beiming eventually sustained injuries.

Bang—

Di Jiang’s elbow smashed down on Yang Beiming’s back, his brute force shattering layers of sword intents. Although most of the power was dissipated, it still made Yang Beiming suffer.

Yang Beiming’s eyes filled with a murderous intent as he turned around and swung his sword.

The ancient divine sword, being a Chaos spiritual treasure, sliced open Di Jiang’s supreme flesh, revealing stark white bone.

"Yang Beiming!"

Qiang Liang roared, swinging his fist to attack. Tens of thousands of lightning bolts condensed into a lightning Qilin that charged and collided head-on with Yang Beiming due to the close distance.

The shadow of the sword intertwined with the lightning Qilin, illuminating Yang Beiming’s proud face clearly.

Even when surrounded, he was neither flustered nor overtaken by rage.

Just that the murderous intent in his eyes seemed like a sword shadow, ready to burst forth at any moment.

Luo Shixin swung his spear, accustomed to using it like a club, and the force of his swing was even greater than his punches or kicks.

With a flick of his right hand, Yang Beiming sent forth flowers of sword energy with his divine sword, consecutively striking Luo Shixin and sending him flying.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

At that moment, the white hairs of Patriarch Bodhi’s Dust Brush swiftly struck, but unfortunately, they couldn’t wrap around him, as they were shredded by the sword intents, yet this bought time for the others.

Di Jiang quickly approached Yang Beiming, roared in a low voice, "Die!"

He pushed his palms out, clashing hard against the sword intents surrounding Yang Beiming and sent him stumbling backward with his overwhelming power.

The next second, an unexpected spatial rift appeared behind Yang Beiming.

"Not good!"

Yang Beiming’s expression drastically changed; at that moment, Qiang Liang threw a thunder spear. The sword intents in front of Yang Beiming automatically deflected the spear, but due to the recoil force, Yang Beiming still fell into the spatial rift.

In the blink of an eye, the spatial rift vanished, taking with it any trace of Yang Beiming’s presence.

Qiang Liang and Di Jiang simultaneously let out a sigh of relief, while Luo Shixin, Patriarch Bodhi, and Fuxi were stunned.

Was it really over just like that?

"This...?"

Luo Shixin asked hesitantly, his gaze warily sweeping around, afraid that Yang Beiming might reappear.

It couldn’t be helped; he had never encountered such a terrifying person in his life, so he had to be cautious.

"Rest assured, that is my brother’s spatial divine power; once Yang Beiming entered, he must have been shredded by the chaotic spatial currents!"

Qiang Liang waved his hand and laughed as if he had created the spatial rift himself.

Di Jiang merely smiled faintly, his fierce and menacing appearance changing into a rough and imposing human face, majestic and commanding.

"Is it really over?"

Luo Shixin asked somewhat uneasily, "Yang Beiming is just too strong, like a nightmare. If he suddenly strikes with another sword, it would utterly frustrate me to death."

Di Jiang smiled and nodded, just as he was about to speak, a crack suddenly tore open at the spot where the space rift had disappeared.

An incredibly fierce Sword Energy flew out from it, hitting Di Jiang, Qiang Liang, and Luo Shixin with an unstoppable force, causing the three to vomit blood and be sent flying backward.

"Not good! Seal it quickly!"

Patriarch Bodhi’s face changed drastically as he hastily urged Fuxi who was beside him.

Without needing his prompt, Fuxi would have done the same.

With a push of his hands, the magnificently reformed mountains and rivers swiftly flew towards the rift, plugging it, as the terrifying gravitational pull of stars began to suck in all the surrounding meteors and spiritual energy.

The mountainside sealed tightly against the space crack, preventing Yang Beiming from escaping.

Soon, the space around them began to tear open with numerous cracks, densely packed, a clear sign of Yang Beiming’s sword intent.

"Feel secure now?"

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Luo Shixin looked at Qiang Liang and asked, hoping for an explanation.

Qiang Liang was extremely embarrassed, feeling damn uncomfortable with the feeling of being faced slapped.

Di Jiang’s complexion also turned ugly as he clenched his teeth and asked, "What kind of freak is this guy?"

He did not ask why Qiang Liang fought with Yang Beiming, but if someone dared to harm Qiang Liang, he would make sure Yang Beiming paid with his life.

"Yang Beiming! The strongest in the universe! Known as the Sword God!"

Qiang Liang introduced with a ferocious expression. He used to scoff at the name Yang Beiming, but now he understood that there was no unworthy one beneath a great reputation.

In the distance, Qin Jun saw the thunderous noise of the battle cease, but then Fuxi brought out the majestic mountains and rivers again; it was evident that the battle was not over.

"Can a half-step Manifesting Saint be this powerful? To fight on par with my five generals!"

Qin Jun felt frustrated, as Di Jiang and his four counterparts were the strongest under his command.

Such a lineup could sweep through the Demon League and the three thousand great worlds, yet they still couldn’t handle Yang Beiming.

No wonder this guy has long occupied the throne of the Invincible.

Damn, he really is invincible...

With that thought, he took out a white bone from the mythology space, which was the white bone Death Path had given him.

Death Path defeated Qiang Liang in seconds, appearing even more dominant than Yang Beiming; perhaps he could take care of Yang Beiming.

But should he ask Death Path for help?

This was his greatest trump card.

"Your Majesty, if it really doesn’t work out, should I go and provide support?"

Sun Wukong asked grinningly, causing Qin Jun to roll his eyes.

He replied irritably, "Don’t go and add to your master’s troubles."

Although Sun Wukong was a Daluo Manifesting Immortal, he was nothing compared to Yang Beiming, Di Jiang, and the others. If he were to be killed by the residual effects of their battle, it would be tragic.

Meanwhile, deep in the starry sky, three figures were speeding towards them with incredible velocity.

They were none other than the Jiye Demon Lord, Kong Xuan, and Li Yuanba.

"These auras..."

Li Yuanba breathed heavily, feeling the daunting pressure emanating from ahead, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Kong Xuan squinted his eyes and muttered, "Three Manifesting Saints at full strength, three late-stage Manifesting Saints..."

The face of the Jiye Demon Lord also darkened as they had not expected to encounter so many top-tier powerhouses before they arrived.

"Since when did the universe have so many late-stage Manifesting Saint existences and above?"

The Jiye Demon Lord wore an expression of bewilderment. Although he lived in seclusion, he had always been secretly observing the universe, how could there suddenly be so many unparalleled powerhouses emerging from nowhere?