The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1236: Aggressive Coercion

Chapter 1236: Chapter 1236: Aggressive Coercion

"Not good... there are too many powerful beings here, if Your Majesty forces his way through..."

Tathāgata began to feel uneasy at the thought of the saints in the Ancient Buddha Realm. His body started trembling, and though he tried to stand up, it seemed as if an invisible force was pressing down on him.

He clenched his teeth, his muscles tightened, and his skin turned golden as he struggled to his feet.

"His Majesty traveled through countless universes to save me—how could I just sit and wait!"

Bloodshot filled Tathāgata’s eyes, and the overwhelming presence outside the hall filled him with a sense of dread akin to facing Cundi and Jieyin, yet he was not afraid.

Amidst Tathāgata’s struggles, all the saints of the Ancient Buddha Realm mobilized.

There were four, and with the fallen Puguang and the captured Puzhen, it was as if six saints were present!

The four saints sat on golden lotuses, dignified and solemn, not cracking a smile, all frowning as they stared at Qin Jun and his entourage.

Excluding the inscrutable Patriarch Bodhi and the weaker Qin Jun, there were seven saints in total.

Sun Wukong, Li Yuanba, Sida, and Ji Bubai emitted an aura like towering, ferocious demons, striking fear into their hearts.

"Heavenly Emperor of Qin? From which power do you hail?"

An ancient Buddha with golden eyebrows asked solemnly, his gaze landing on Puzhen, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Puzhen had actually betrayed the Ancient Buddha Realm!

"Hand over my subordinate; I do not wish to say it a third time!"

Qin Jun said expressionlessly. Li Yuanba, Sun Wukong, and Yang Jian on either side of him had already drawn their weapons, ready to fight.

Patriarch Bodhi stood at the back, stroking his beard as if watching a play.

Facing the aggressive Qin Jun, the four saints were both shocked and angered.

"Elder brother! Brother Puguang has already perished, quickly hand over that Buddhist cultivator, we can’t afford to provoke them!"

Puzhen hurriedly called out, viewing Qin Jun and others as demons not to be antagonized.

The four saints looked at each other hesitantly. Facing seven saints on the opposing side, they indeed found it difficult to resist, but to allow the enemy to barge in and snatch someone away, what face would the Ancient Buddha Realm have left if word got out?

"We..."

The golden-eyebrowed ancient Buddha slowly began to speak, wanting to sit down with Qin Jun and negotiate a less awkward resolution.

But before he could finish his words, a gust of wind struck—it was Sun Wukong.

He raised his Chaos Purple Gold Rod, stirring up a fierce wind, and with a speed the four saints couldn’t react to, he slammed it down.

Boom—

The golden-eyebrowed ancient Buddha’s physical body was directly smashed by the strike, turning into countless golden stars instead of blood and flesh, while his Primordial Spirit barely escaped, staring at Sun Wukong in shock and anger.

The other three ancient Buddhas hastily retreated, and numerous Buddhist cultivators behind stared dumbfounded.

"The Buddha Lord was instantly killed?"

"Yikes—am I seeing things?"

"This demon monkey... could he be the same one that previously wreaked havoc in the Holy Sect?"

"Heavenly Emperor of Qin? Why haven’t I heard of him before?"

"It’s over, is our Ancient Buddha Realm also headed for the fate of the Holy Sect?"

The Buddhist cultivators were terrified, just the presence of Sun Wukong alone was so domineering—how terrifying would the other unseen powerhouses behind the Heavenly Emperor of Qin be?

"We yield! We will hand him over immediately!"

The golden-eyebrowed ancient Buddha called out hastily, his Primordial Spirit terrified to the point of nearly scattering.

He, after all, possessed a cultivation at the complete stage of the saint realm, yet how could he be so easily defeated in front of Sun Wukong?

Could it be that Sun Wukong surpassed the existence of a saint?

At this thought, the golden-eyebrowed ancient Buddha’s Primordial Spirit shivered, swiftly turning around to personally fetch Tathāgata.

The remaining three ancient Buddhas kept sweating cold beads as they looked at Sun Wukong, the scene instantly growing quiet and the atmosphere solemn.

Qin Jun laughed and said, "It seems one does need to suffer a bit to be willing to listen."

Everyone laughed along, having trampled the Holy Sect, they no longer regarded powers of the Holy Sect’s level seriously.

"Hmph, still wanted a big fight, a bunch of cowards!" Li Yuanba grunted, making Puzhen shudder.

Soon, the Ancient Buddha with golden eyebrows brought Tathāgata flying over. He released Tathāgata and said to Qin Jun, "This person wasn’t specifically caught by our Ancient Buddha realm. Puguang took interest in his talents, but since Puguang is dead, the person is returned to you, and we are even now."

Tathāgata was unscathed, but Puguang had paid the price with his downfall. Their realm of Ancient Buddhas had suffered a loss, but facing the formidable Sun Wukong, they could only endure in silence.

"Tathāgata, old man, you didn’t expect this, did you, that there would come a day when I would save you?"

Sun Wukong sneered at Tathāgata, his eyes flashing with a cold gleam.

Tathāgata felt his scalp tingle as he was being stared at, horribly embarrassed.

His enmity with Sun Wukong was considerable, spanning past and present lives.

"Hmph!"

Sun Wukong snorted coldly. If not for considering Tathāgata’s usefulness to the Heavenly Court of Qin, he really wanted to kill him with his staff.

The self-conscious Tathāgata suddenly raised his right palm and slapped it onto his left arm, separating the arm with blood splashing.

"From now on, I, Tathāgata, will only keep one arm, to repay your life-saving grace!"

Tathāgata looked at Sun Wukong and said solemnly, as Qin Jun rushed to save him and Sun Wukong was so domineering, he did not want to make things difficult for Qin Jun.

This scene made Qin Jun narrow his eyes, while others looked at each other but admired Tathāgata’s decisiveness.

"Pfft."

Sun Wukong smirked and turned to fly towards Qin Jun and the others.

Tathāgata gave a wry smile and followed closely behind.

"Tathāgata, you tell me, how should we deal with the Ancient Buddha realm?"

Qin Jun asked Tathāgata, seemingly oblivious to what had just happened.

It was a joke, for Tathāgata had millions of arms—what did it matter if he lost one?

Caught off guard, Tathāgata hesitated and asked, "What else can we do?"

He hadn’t seen the scene where Sun Wukong blew up the Ancient Buddha with golden eyebrows with his staff and thus felt that they shouldn’t push the Ancient Buddha realm too hard.

"If you wish to annihilate them, then do so."

Qin Jun stated indifferently. A great force, the Xuandang universe’s mythology, seemed like it could be crushed easily in his words.

Upon hearing this, Tathāgata became visibly moved.

The four Ancient Buddhas turned pale with fear, and Puzhen was even paler, completely bloodless.

"You..."

The Ancient Buddha with golden eyebrows trembled with rage, but a single look from Sun Wukong shut him up.

The mighty realm of Ancient Buddhas had fallen to such a state.

Tathāgata glanced at Li Yuanba, Yang Jian, Fuxi, Houtu, Ji Bubai, Patriarch Bodhi, his eyelids twitching wildly.

All these people had unfathomable cultivation levels, could it be...

He seemed to guess something and looked at Qin Jun with awe.

All these people had achieved sainthood!

As for Houtu, he was aware, the master of reincarnation from a previous life, now serving Qin Jun, which showed how strong the Heavenly Court of Qin had become.

Could it be because of the law of time, thousands of years had passed for the Heavenly Court of Qin?

He dared not continue his wild thoughts, took a deep breath, and said, "Let it go, they didn’t make it difficult for me, no need for a massacre."

Upon hearing this, the Ancient Buddhas all breathed a sigh of relief, feeling grateful to Tathāgata.

On the contrary, they began to curse Puguang, blind and reckless in his actions.

Qin Jun nodded, chuckled lightly, and said, "Then let’s go!"

No one objected, and Fuxi waved his right hand, leading everyone to turn into a light and disappear, leaving Puzhen alone.

Inside the realm of Ancient Buddhas, silence reigned, terrifyingly quiet.

The Ancient Buddha with golden eyebrows looked at Puzhen and said gravely, "Tell me, who exactly are these people!"