The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1205: Manifestation of the Boundless Erlang Shen

Chapter 1205: Chapter 1205: Manifestation of the Boundless Erlang Shen

Boom! Boom! Boom...

Billions of wind blades tore savagely through the scarred surface of the earth, Yang Jian, even clad in his battle armor, still was sliced till blood splattered, his face too was covered in bloody marks, yet he did not dodge.

"Yang Jian’s life... has long been His Majesty’s!"

Yang Jian gripped the War God’s Tri-pointed Scythe tightly in his hands, blocking the attack for Qin Jun, his eyes, through the Supreme’s divine vision, fixed on Grand Immortal Changde, grinding his teeth as he spoke.

Without Qin Jun, how could he have achieved what he has today?

Qin Jun had bestowed upon him boundless glory, wealth, and power, elevating him above all worlds.

Even as stronger beings came later to pledge allegiance to Qin Jun, Qin Jun still granted him precious opportunities for strength enhancement. Yang Jian always kept that gratitude in his heart.

Now that Qin Jun was in danger, how could he stand idly by?

"How dare you harm His Majesty..."

The wind blades whistled past, Yang Jian’s feet sunk deep into the earth, the ground within a hundred li suddenly collapsed, his battle armor nearly stripped away entirely, but still, he did not evade.

Qin Jun watched Yang Jian with a tumultuous heart, yet his face showed no emotion.

Patriarch Bodhi, Xuandu, and Daoist Lu Ya were all shaken by Yang Jian’s tenacity.

"This child..."

Xuandu opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say.

In his past life’s Investiture of the Gods battle, though Yang Jian had shone brightly, after the Investiture, he became a mere lapdog of the Jade Emperor, causing Xuandu to lose interest in him.

But now, witnessing Yang Jian’s performance, he felt something inside being awakened by him.

"At any cost... I will kill you!"

Yang Jian roared deeply, the Supreme’s divine eye on his forehead suddenly opened, a beam of black light erupted, its diameter rapidly expanded to a hundred meters, ruthlessly assaulting Grand Immortal Changde.

Regrettably, Grand Immortal Changde was a saint, and though Yang Jian was half holy, the chasm between them was vast like a moat, impassable.

The ground shook violently, the sky ablaze with the battle of saints, explosions of combat echoing from all directions, ceaselessly, plunging the Holy Realm into chaos.

Qin Jun’s gaze never left Yang Jian’s silhouette, remaining silent.

But a closer look would reveal his hands clenched into fists.

"Yang Jian, do not disappoint me!"

Qin Jun’s eyes were deep, inscrutable with thoughts hidden in his heart.

He remained silent because he hoped Yang Jian would become holy under immense pressure.

Becoming holy during battle seemed outlandish, beyond belief.

Yet for Yang Jian... it was not a dream.

Simply because...

His name was Yang Jian, Erlang Manifesting Saint True Gentleman!

Rumbling...

The earth kept fracturing, and Yang Jian had become a bloodied figure, but still he stood before Qin Jun.

"Stubborn fool! Do you really think I cannot kill you?"

Grand Immortal Changde barked irritably, his right hand thrusting forward, countless wind blades flying from his palm.

Pfft—

Yang Jian could no longer withstand, spewing blood as he was sent flying, the War God’s Tri-pointed Scythe flung from his grasp.

Just as the wind blades were about to descend upon Qin Jun, a domineering figure descended, scattering all of Grand Immortal Changde’s wind blades.

It was none other than the death Dao.

In his right hand, he clutched a dragon horn a hundred zhang long, blood dripping down, stabbing towards the Cangqiong, his towering figure as if fearing not even the heavens’ collapse.

"With me here, who dares to harm my godson!"

The death Dao grinned, frightening Grand Immortal Changde into hastily retreating.

Qin Jun made no remark on his title, instead, looked toward Yang Jian kneeling amidst the rubble in the distance, at this moment Yang Jian’s arms drooped, vertically toward the ground, blood dripping from his fingertips, his body gently heaving with each breath.

"Don’t kill him..."

Just then, came a faint voice from Yang Jian, weak, yet made death Dao turn to look at him.

"Not kill the enemy?" quipped death Dao oddly.

Erlang Shen struggled to lift his head; his face was covered in blood, yet his three eyes were still clear and bright, faintly emitting a sharp gleam.

"Let me... kill..."

Erlang Shen gritted his teeth, his hands bracing against the ground, making an effort to stand up.

God and Demon spoke dispassionately, a tinge of annoyance in his voice, "Don’t you even weigh your own strength? Even at your peak, you weren’t qualified, let alone now?"

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Qin Jun and asked, "How can you have such a foolish subordinate?"

Patriarch Bodhi, Xuandu, and Daoist Lu Ya remained silent; they could all feel Erlang Shen’s relentless will.

It was a conviction to never give up until death!

"I believe in him."

Qin Jun answered calmly, rendering God and Demon even more helpless.

Grand Immortal Changde who had been blasted away, Feathered Sky Sword Ancestor, and the progenitor of the Azure Dragon regrouped, while Lady Yunmei was still entangled by Fuxi.

"Seeking death..." God and Demon shook his head and chuckled. Since Erlang Shen sought death, he had no desire to meddle further.

"Your Majesty..."

Patriarch Bodhi couldn’t help but advise. In his view, Erlang Shen had already fallen into a demon of the heart, and if not restrained, he really would be killed by Grand Immortal Changde.

Qin Jun raised his hand to signal there was no need for further words.

"Cleaved Mount Peach to save his mother, shot down double phoenixes with his mighty bow."

Qin Jun stared at Erlang Shen as he recited this, channeling his power; his voice spread throughout the Holy Realm, attracting the attention of disciples far away in the Holy Sect. Even the God and Demon engaged in battle did the same.

The rescue at Mount Peach was a famous deed for which Erlang Shen became renowned in the previous Three Realms.

The Erlang Shen of the past was also a hero unmatched in bravery, whose mother was a celestial maiden. Having conceived a child through a forbidden tryst with a mortal, she incurred the Heavenly Emperor’s wrath and was suppressed under Mount Peach.

To save his mother, Erlang Shen defied the heavens.

But in the end, he joined the forces of his mortal enemy, becoming the War God of the Heavenly Court.

Erlang Shen trembled at the sound, as a buried memory surged from the depths of his mind.

"Renowned for slaying eight fiends with might, forged righteous bonds at Plum Mountain on a noble quest."

Qin Jun continued his recitation, which described Erlang Shen’s origins and unbending spirit from ’Journey to the West’ in vivid detail.

Erlang Shen hung his head, his body trembling, fists suddenly pounding the ground fiercely.

God and Demon, too, developed an interest, curiously watching Qin Jun and Erlang Shen, and thought, "What’s this? Is he trying to provoke him?"

Grand Immortal Changde, Feathered Sky Sword Ancestor, and the Azure Dragon progenitor did not dare make any reckless moves, knowing they stood no chance against God and Demon, and could only wait for Dao Ancestor Wují to slay Ji Bubai, then come to their aid.

Meanwhile, just outside the black hole opened by Fuxi, the stars shone brightly, and the countless armies of Great Qin’s Heavenly Court stood in wait.

Explosions kept emanating from the black hole, and amidst these, they could make out Qin Jun’s voice.

"Too proud to acknowledge kinship with the heavens, his lofty nature took residence by the Guanjiang River."

"Shining in Red City, a spirit sacred and bright, revealing boundless presence, hailed as Erlang."

Those in the know of Erlang Shen’s past lives were deeply moved by these words.

"It’s the Emperor’s voice!"

"Isn’t this the story of Erlang Shen’s past life?"

"What’s happening?"

"Has something happened to Erlang Shen?"

Yuan Hong, Nezha, the six brothers of Plum Mountain, Lei Zhenzi, and other supernatural beings whispered among themselves, especially the brothers of Plum Mountain, who were anxious and restless.

Inside the Holy Realm.

Erlang Shen’s arms were braced on the ground, his body heaving, blood oozing out over his skin.

A black light burst from Erlang Shen’s forehead, incredibly eerie.

A torrent of spiritual energy began to gather towards Erlang Shen.

"I am Erlang Shen... Erlang Manifesting Saint..."

A deep roar came from Erlang Shen’s mouth, sounding as if it originated from the depths of the Netherworld, sending chills down the spine.

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