The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1213 - 1132: The Furious Extreme Flame Demon God

Chapter 1213: Chapter 1132: The Furious Extreme Flame Demon God

"Why do we face yet another formidable enemy?"

"Exactly how many followers does the Heavenly Emperor of Qin still have?"

"Four Manifesting Saints, could there possibly be real saints emerging after them?"

"Just hold on, all the saints are still here, what do we have to fear?"

"Grand Immortal Changde has already fallen, who will be next?"

The disciples of the Holy Sect were abuzz with discussion, their pride shattered by Qin Jun in just a day.

In the face of the Great Qin Heavenly Court, the Holy Realm collapsed, saints fell, countless disciples died or were injured, and now they were shrouded in fear, uncertain if they could survive.

Xuanyuan wielded his sword, rampaging in all directions, targeting ordinary disciples, adding to the chaos of the battlefield.

Even Xiao Rushui, Di Tianwu, and other unparalleled geniuses of the outer cosmos gritted their teeth in hatred, but they were powerless to do anything but flee because Xuanyuan was too strong.

The God and Demons now participating in the battle were almost all top-level powers from various eras of Huaxia mythology, gathered together, each displaying their Divine Powers, unstoppable.

Di Jun, holding the Chaos spiritual treasures River Map and Luo Shu, revealed the posture of the Heavenly Emperor in full splendor, and with Donghuang Taiyi occasionally throwing out sun divine attacks, the two brothers coordinated very well, moving through the battlefield and where they passed, an endless sea of fire swept forth.

Randeng displayed his sneaky fighting style, ambushing from every corner.

Facing him was Zhao Gongming, gripping the twenty-four Sea-Calming Pearls, with a look full of anger and killing intent in his eyes, startling Randeng.

"Hey, let’s settle past grudges later, right now we should unite against our common enemy!"

Randeng quickly waved his hands, knowing if Zhao Gongming didn’t have the Sea-Calming Pearls, he might not fear him, but Zhao Gongming with the pearls was not someone he could provoke.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gongming could only restrain his killing intent.

Di Jiang, Qiang Liang, and the Fire God also glanced at Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi with gritted teeth from time to time, especially Donghuang Taiyi; in the past great battle between witches and demons, he was far more arrogant than Di Jun, acting as if nobody in the world except for saints could rival him.

Xuanyuan and Ying Zheng, however, were not rejected; they slaughtered all around them.

"I never expected the Heavenly Emperor of Qin to have so many powerful individuals from the past under his command. Could there be some earth-shattering secret behind this?"

Ying Zheng thought with furrowed brows as he fought.

The summoned God and Demons were all given a new set of memories, about this world.

But because they regained their memories from their past lives, they could recognize each other.

For a moment, Qin Jun became unfathomable in Ying Zheng’s mind.

Boom—

Yang Jian was once again sent flying by Wují, the Dao Ancestor, at this moment his body was covered in blood, utterly miserable, with white bones faintly visible.

But he was not discouraged and flew back to battle once again.

The Dao Ancestor was also injured in many places, but protected by the power of the Heavenly Dao, he remained unharmed, his breathing just slightly rapid.

Yang Jian possessed strength comparable to the middle stage of a saint, while the Heavenly Dao was even stronger. After fighting for so long, it was inevitable that he would feel somewhat drained.

"How have they not returned yet!"

The Dao Ancestor remained expressionless, but inside he was overwhelmed with anxiety.

He glanced over and saw the injured Feathered Sky Sword Ancestor and Azure Dragon thwarted by Houtu’s reincarnation disk, completely at a disadvantage. As for Lady Yunmei and Fuxi, he ignored them; the two were evenly matched, and could fight for ten thousand years without issue.

"You’re worried?"

The Heavenly Dao sneered with delight, this battle giving him a profound sense of satisfaction. It had been a long time since he fought with his full strength, even the battle within Qiuming Abyss with Ji Bubai was merely playfighting.

The Dao Ancestor snorted coldly, without responding, his hands gripped the sword, and with an upward thrust, in an instant, countless Sword Energies swept out in all directions, ravaging everything with their extreme sharpness, slicing open the skin of the Heavenly Dao, blood spraying forth.

Yang Jian, who was quite far away, quickly dodged, not daring to take a hit head-on.

Meanwhile, the Feathered Sky Sword Ancestor and Azure Dragon were having a bitter time.

"Could it really be the Great Dao of Reincarnation?"

Feathered Sky Sword Ancestor’s heart was filled with fear, he kept his mind constantly tense, fearing that the power of reincarnation would infect him.

The Azure Dragon Progenitor was also frightened. Both of them were mid-stage beings of the Holy Realm, yet they were grievously injured and now being bullied by an early-stage Holy Realm woman, feeling an extreme bitterness in their hearts.

"Break for me!"

Just then, Ji Bubai’s enraged voice, thunderous as a storm, came from the depths of darkness, causing everyone’s ears to ring below the Manifesting Saint Realm, and even the Manifesting Saints and Half Holies were startled.

All beings collectively turned their heads to look, only to see a raging firelight igniting in the darkness.

An utterly terrifying pressure descended from the skies, even causing Wují Dao Ancestor to grow pale.

"How is this possible..."

Wují Dao Ancestor was shocked to no end, clearly not expecting Ji Bubai to be able to fight back.

Ji Bubai was entwined in countless streams of white airflow; he still maintained the full form of the Extreme Flame Demon God, a hundred zhang tall, flames interwoven with white mist, as if he was struggling to break free from a prison.

This white airflow was the power of Heavenly Dao!

Ji Bubai was indeed entangled by the power of Heavenly Dao.

If it were any other holy being, they would never escape the binding of Heavenly Dao’s power, but Ji Bubai could do it, scaring Wují Dao Ancestor to the core.

"This guy..."

Wují Dao Ancestor was slightly agape; he had previously used the power of Heavenly Dao to seal Ji Bubai within the turbulent flows of space and time, expecting Ji Bubai to endure endless torment and pain, but in less than a day’s time, Ji Bubai had made a fearsome return.

Seeing Ji Bubai’s figure, Qin Jun breathed a sigh of relief; he genuinely worried about Ji Bubai being in trouble.

Houtu, Ying Zheng, Di Jun, Randeng, Donghuang Taiyi, and Xuanyuan all watched Ji Bubai with shock.

Even Di Jun, who had long known Ji Bubai, felt his heart pound wildly upon seeing such ferocity.

"Exactly what realm has he reached..."

Di Jun swallowed hard, and even at hundred billion li away, the aura of Ji Bubai still made him feel terrified.

Even Houtu, a being of the Holy Realm, looked at Ji Bubai with fear.

"Wují, you old fool! If I don’t tear you to pieces, I won’t be surnamed Ji!"

Ji Bubai said coldly, then, clenching his teeth, he gathered his strength and violently shook his arms.

Boom!

The Heavenly Dao’s power around him was shattered, making him like a ferocious tiger escaping from its cage, roaring as he charged toward Wují Dao Ancestor.

"I knew this guy couldn’t die!"

Death Road muttered in surprise, watching Ji Bubai’s charging figure, his eyes filled with amazement.

Just how strong was this guy?

Or had he broken through in the midst of battle?

Ji Bubai’s speed was incredible, quickly arriving in front of Wují Dao Ancestor and delivering a thunderous punch.

Wují Dao Ancestor was no pushover either, his wooden sword swinging to meet Ji Bubai’s fist. However, in the next second, his expression dramatically changed as his wooden sword was knocked out of his hand and Ji Bubai’s mountain-like fist landed on him, causing him to spit blood and fall back into the depths of darkness.

"Dare to trap me!"

Ji Bubai raging unceasingly, being trapped within the chaotic streams of space and time for several hours made him feel incredibly humiliated, and he had to vent his anger through Wují Dao Ancestor’s downfall.

He immediately dove after him.

At the same time, in the dark depths of the west, a point of light appeared, like a distant star, yet no creature took notice.

Two figures emerged out of nowhere; they were two men, one tall and one short, both in human form, shining with golden light.

What was most peculiar was that they were dressed in kasayas, bald-headed, with resolute faces, and had prayer beads hanging around their necks, their aura ethereal, as if they were ordinary mortals.