The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1104: Never Been Defeated

Chapter 1104: Chapter 1104: Never Been Defeated

The ancient supreme sword was whisked away time and again, and even though Yang Beiming managed to retrieve it each time, Kong Xuan tirelessly continued to employ the five-colored divine light.

Kong Xuan even used the five-colored divine light to capture Yang Beiming, but to no avail, as Yang Beiming transformed into myriad sword intents, always managing to escape from the five-colored divine light, making Kong Xuan’s eyes grow ever colder.

Di Jiang, Fuxi, Luo Shixin, Qiang Liang, and Patriarch Bodhi swiftly flew in to support.

Kong Xuan’s five-colored divine light obviously could not subdue Yang Beiming, and without a Chaos Spirit Treasure, if the struggle dragged on, it would be Kong Xuan who would suffer.

Even so, to be able to battle Yang Beiming to this state was enough to show how formidable Kong Xuan was.

If Kong Xuan were to possess a Chaos Spirit Treasure, he might be able to challenge and defeat Yang Beiming alone.

"You all stand back! Don’t interfere with me!"

While controlling the five-colored divine light and furiously clashing with Yang Beiming’s ancient supreme sword, Kong Xuan shouted angrily at the approaching Di Jiang and the others.

He was proud and aloof, and he disliked being disturbed by others.

If others came to his aid, wouldn’t it imply that he was inferior to Yang Beiming?

"Youngster! Don’t be too arrogant!"

Luo Shixin huffed coldly, as Kong Xuan was the son of Primordial Phoenix, making him Luo Shixin’s junior.

In truth, he was still quite amazed; the so-called old waves of the Yangtze River being replaced by new ones, and the blue that surpasses the indigo, was none other than Kong Xuan.

Kong Xuan’s strength had already surpassed that of Primordial Phoenix, but defeating Yang Beiming, who wielded a Chaos Spirit Treasure, still proved too difficult.

Di Jiang and Qiang Liang, without a word, transformed into their Ancestral Witch true forms and charged at Yang Beiming.

Among them, Di Jiang also possessed the strength to challenge Yang Beiming alone, and with Fuxi joining the fray, Yang Beiming was instantly at a disadvantage.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

The five-colored divine light streaked across like comets, as Qiang Liang, Di Jiang, Luo Shixin, and Kong Xuan surrounded Yang Beiming, combining punches and kicks, striking so fast that Yang Beiming’s myriad sword shadows could hardly defend.

Fuxi and Patriarch Bodhi, on the other hand, cast spells from a distance, sealing off a ten-mile radius of the star domain while also attacking Yang Beiming from afar.

Kong Xuan’s kick swept in, landing on Yang Beiming’s back, causing turmoil in Yang Beiming’s internal energies.

Before Yang Beiming could react, Di Jiang appeared beneath him in an instant, delivering a knee strike to his abdomen that forced the blood he had swallowed to gush out.

Five against one, Yang Beiming might have held on.

But with Kong Xuan joining the fray, Yang Beiming was utterly overwhelmed.

After all, he was merely a Half Holy, just beginning to delve into the Holy Realm, still at the stage of Manifesting Saint.

If he had been a true saint, then even a hundred Manifesting Saints would be no match for him.

"Take this punch from your grandpa!"

Qiang Liang’s right fist, teeming with thousands of thunder snakes, surged forward. Even as Yang Beiming instinctively raised his ancient supreme sword to defend, he was still sent flying by Qiang Liang’s punch.

Luo Shixin seized the opportunity from behind, his Qilin Overlord Spear crashing down with the annihilating force of a world-ending might.

Yang Beiming clenched his teeth, his mouth brimming with blood. He turned and drew his sword to block, and with a clang, he caught Luo Shixin’s blow.

Whoosh—

The five-colored divine light swept in again, snatching away the ancient supreme sword. Bereft of the sword, the Qilin Overlord Spear landed squarely on his chest, the sound of fracturing bones distinctly audible, as it sent him sprawling backwards, spitting blood.

And behind Yang Beiming, there was Di Jiang waiting for him!

The creatures in the distance watched as Yang Beiming suddenly became akin to a punching bag, disbelieving the turn of events.

"Is Yang Beiming going to be defeated?"

"It can’t be helped! Any one of the six he’s fighting against isn’t less formidable than the Jiye Demon Lord!"

"Heavenly Emperor of Qin is invincible now! If Yang Beiming loses today, the universal order is bound to undergo a groundbreaking change."

"These six exceptional powerhouses are going to be legendary!"

"Even if Yang Beiming loses, he is still the number one in the universe!"

"Indeed, losing like this wouldn’t demean Yang Beiming’s reputation."

It started with Kong Xuan contending with Yang Beiming, neither conceding to the other, followed by Di Jiang and the other four coming to assist, which immediately put Yang Beiming at a disadvantage, subjecting him to a savage beating.

The tide of the battle changed in an instant, leaving the onlookers in awe and disbelief.

Above the city gate, Qin Jun watched with a surge of fiery blood, while also feeling a sense of relief.

If even Kong Xuan joined the battle and couldn’t defeat Yang Beiming, he would even suspect that Yang Beiming was actually a Saint in disguise.

"Look, isn’t my brother amazing?"

Li Yuanba bragged to Sun Wukong and the other God and Demon, his expression filled with pride as if he were the one who had achieved the feat.

The Jiye Demon Lord furrowed his brows throughout, his extraordinary cultivation allowing him to clearly witness the course of the battle.

It took the combined efforts of Kong Xuan and five other late-stage Manifesting Saints to finally suppress Yang Beiming.

Yang Beiming’s strength was terrifyingly potent.

"I underestimated him, and I underestimated the cosmos."

The Jiye Demon Lord muttered softly, his expression somewhat desolate.

Perhaps it was time for him to leave.

The cosmos was no longer his era; he shouldn’t linger but instead follow in the footsteps of those before him.

When he was at his peak, Yang Beiming had just been born. Now, though he was still at his peak, Yang Beiming had already surpassed him.

This dealt a significant blow to the Jiye Demon Lord’s pride.

Boom—

Kong Xuan extended his hands and unleashed a torrent of magical power, blasting Yang Beiming away.

Di Jiang and Qiang Liang quickly blocked Yang Beiming’s retreat. The two ancestral witches launched their punches simultaneously, striking Yang Beiming’s back.

"Puh—"

Yang Beiming’s eyes burst open as he spat out a jet of blood.

"No... at this rate... defeat is certain..."

Yang Beiming thought anxiously while struggling to stabilize his stance.

Despite his indifferent nature, his intrinsic arrogance was no less than that of Kong Xuan.

He wouldn’t allow himself to be defeated, even if it was in an unfair match against a group.

"Who do you think you are!"

Yang Beiming suddenly stopped in the void, his body ripped apart, blood spilling out, drenching his white robe in blood.

With his white hair flying wildly, countless light swords circled around him; in that moment, he emanated an overwhelming aura of murderous intent.

Kong Xuan, Di Jiang, Fuxi, Patriarch Bodhi, Qiang Liang, and Luo Shixin surrounded him like six deities. The six giants stood majestic, like six differently colored tornadoes engulfing Yang Beiming, creating an immensely powerful spectacle.

Yang Beiming raised his right hand, and the ancient sword once again flew out from the radiant five-colored light behind Kong Xuan, into his grasp.

To this, Kong Xuan had grown accustomed, and he stared blankly at Yang Beiming.

He had to admit Yang Beiming was strong.

Such a man was worthy of his admiration.

With the ancient sword in hand, Yang Beiming slowly raised his head; several strands of white hair in front of his forehead, stuck together with blood, curled up, giving him an even more terrifying appearance.

His piercing gaze swept across the six figures, as if memorizing their faces one by one.

"Yang Beiming, you have lost."

Fuxi declared sternly, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent in his heart.

Yang Beiming was too formidable; should he find an opening, they would be in trouble.

Facing the combined pressure of the group, Yang Beiming suddenly laughed—a laugh as maniacal and ferocious as a demon in a desperate situation.

"Defeated?"

"In my life, when have I, Yang Beiming, ever been defeated?"

Faced with the near-mad Yang Beiming, everyone fell silent.

From a certain perspective, Yang Beiming truly hadn’t been defeated.

Even now, with the six of them working together, they could not confidently claim they could kill Yang Beiming.

"If that’s the case, then let’s continue the fight!"

Di Jiang spoke coldly. As the real body of the ancestral witch, he was terrifyingly monstrous; the ancestors of the witches, who famously preferred decisive battles, naturally didn’t want to let Yang Beiming escape.