The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1242: The Demon Monkey Again

Chapter 1242: Chapter 1242: The Demon Monkey Again

"I am the son of a Heavenly Tiger Sect sage, do you truly intend to annihilate my lineage completely?"

Shi Wushuang roared furiously, desperately trying to rid himself of the Extreme Way flames engulfing him, but these flames, like a scourge clung to his bones, were impossible to shake off.

Qin Jun’s steps did not falter as he closed in on him.

"Spare you, and this matter is settled?"

Qin Jun asked, to which Shi Wushuang hastily replied, "Of course, I will concede this beauty to you, we have no quarrel!"

Despite his outward appearance of indifference, inside he continuously cursed Qin Jun.

Qin Jun possessed the secret of formation runes, enabling him to peer into the minds of others as long as their cultivation did not exceed his by two major realms.

"Is that so? Then, of course!"

Qin Jun smiled thinly, offering Shi Wushuang momentary relief.

But in that moment, Qin Jun swiftly moved in front of Shi Wushuang and exhaled a burst of Extreme Way flames, instantly engulfing him.

"Ah—"

Shi Wushuang’s scream sent shivers down one’s spine, but not a single soul among the millions sympathized with him; instead, they cheered.

"At last, this vile traitor is eliminated!"

"Well done!"

"Who exactly is this man? He’s thoroughly offended the Heavenly Tiger Sect now!"

"He seems to completely disregard the Heavenly Tiger Sect; the Lin Family has reached for a high branch!"

"The instant annihiliation of those two Manifesting Saint realm white tigers indicates that a Half Holy, or even a Holy one, must be protecting him secretly!"

The millions of beings erupted in turmoil, as if they themselves had become the son-in-law of the Lin Family.

All this stemmed from Shi Wushuang’s prior arrogance and disdain for others, his attempt to forcibly take a beautiful woman, which drew the ire of the masses.

"Is he dead?"

Lin Zhizhong stared blankly at the towering flames in front of Qin Jun, Shi Wushuang’s cries having ceased, his very presence seemingly vanished.

He understood that they would now face the wrath of the Heavenly Tiger Sect.

Just a few days ago, the Heavenly Tiger Sect had lost two sages due to the mysterious Heavenly Emperor of Qin, and now another sage’s son was dead, new grievances piling on old.

Qin Jun turned around, approached Lin Yuqi, and with his right hand lifted her chin through her veil. Her eyes, seemingly moist, elicited sympathy.

"What is your name?" Qin Jun asked with a smile, his eyes captivatingly beautiful.

"Lin Yuqi," she replied softly, a hint of shyness in her heart, avoiding Qin Jun’s gaze and quickly turning her head.

Qin Jun repeated her name, saying, "From now on, you shall be my consort. After this affair ends, will you come with me?"

Leave?

Lin Yuqi paused briefly, then nodded in agreement, unsure of whom else at the Lin Family she might be married off to, perhaps another like Shi Wushuang.

Though she could not fully discern Qin Jun, he was decidedly different from Shi Wushuang; this could be seen in his aura alone. Qin Jun carried the noble bearing of one who commands, a stark contrast to Shi Wushuang’s treacherous arrogance.

Lin Zhizhong took a deep breath and stepped to the edge of the platform, raising his voice to ask, "Who else wishes to come forward to challenge?"

His Divine Consciousness swept over Qin Jun, estimating him to be only in his twenties, which he initially found unbelievable.

A Daluo beginner Immortal in his twenties?

It was unheard of.

No one challenged; under the heavens, within the Mountains of Lin Family’s Immortals, no being could defeat Shi Wushuang, let alone dominate him as easily as Qin Jun had.

Of course, many were wary of the mysterious mighty ones lurking in the shadows.

"Seeing as this is the case, then my daughter shall be married to..."

Lin Zhizhong’s words halted abruptly as he realized Qin Jun had not yet given his name.

Just then, a terrifying Holy presence swept through.

"Who dares kill my son!"

A furious shout filled with anger and killing intent came, and millions of creatures were stunned dizzy.

Lin Zhizhong’s face changed drastically, not expecting the saint to arrive so soon.

If the Lin Sanctum weren’t so far from the Heavenly Tiger Sect, a saint could have arrived in an instant, but unfortunately, he was still a step late, and his son had already vanished into ashes.

Lin Yuqi was so frightened that her body trembled. She only possessed the cultivation of the True Immortal Realm, a twenty-year-old true immortal, her talent was impressive enough, but in this moment, she felt as tiny as dust.

Qin Jun wrapped his arm around her waist, and her stress instantly decreased.

Boom Boom Boom—

A violent wind howled, causing millions of creatures to look up simultaneously, almost scaring them to death.

They saw a gigantic hand, larger than the Lin Family’s immortal mountain, descending, like the sky was collapsing. The terrifying pressure made the creatures feel as if a giant mountain was pressing down on them, and some of the weaker creatures and Lin Family servants directly collapsed to the ground.

"That is..."

Lin Yuqi looked up in terror at the massive hand blocking the sky. She had never encountered a saint before, and faced with the saint’s majesty, she felt her soul trembling.

"Don’t be afraid."

Qin Jun looked up at the giant hand and said softly. For some reason, Lin Yuqi inexplicably calmed down, nestling in Qin Jun’s arms as if his chest was her safest haven.

Suddenly, a purple-gold pillar surged up between two mountains, piercing through the sky, and breaking through the enormous hand.

Everything happened too quickly. Millions of creatures had no time to react before the sky-blocking giant hand was scattered by the Chaos purple-gold rod.

"Hmph! Dare to offend my emperor! Come out and face your doom!"

Sun Wukong roared in anger, like a demon god roaring, shocking the soul.

A figure appeared above. He was dressed in white robes, his black hair dancing wildly, his frame slightly thin, but he emanated a supremely commanding presence.

The Heavenly Tiger Sect’s saint!

"This demon monkey..."

The white-robed saint stared at Sun Wukong, his face covered in cold sweat.

Recently, a demon monkey had become famous in the universe for slaying more than a dozen saints, including two from their Heavenly Tiger Sect.

The Demon Clan’s saints were rare, and Sun Wukong being one of them, his identity was clear.

Supreme Heaven Great Sage!

At this moment, the white-robed saint’s anger receded like the tide, replaced by endless fear.

"Supreme Heaven Great Sage here... Could this boy be the Heavenly Emperor of Qin?"

The white-robed saint looked towards Qin Jun, his forehead sweating profusely. He had heard that the Heavenly Emperor of Qin had more than one saint under his command.

There was even the presence of an Extreme Flame Demon God.

It’s over...

The white-robed saint was completely dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

He wanted to retreat, but feared provoking Sun Wukong’s thunderous action.

The scene quieted down instantly, with millions of terrified creatures looking up at the high-and-mighty white-robed saint, thinking he was searching for the real culprits who killed the unmatched Shi.

Little did they know, the saint before them was already scared out of his wits.

The Chaos purple-gold rod retreated, and Sun Wukong soared up, sneering, "What’s the matter? Afraid to continue the attack?"

The white-robed saint’s face looked extremely unpleasant, quickly thinking of a strategy to retreat unscathed.

Sun Wukong made his presence known, instantly causing a sensation.

"Is that...a monkey?"

"It’s a Monkey King!"

"Why are there so many powerful demon monkeys recently? First the Supreme Heaven Great Sage, and now this..."

"Supreme Heaven Great Sage... Ssss—"

"Could he be the Supreme Heaven Great Sage!"

Millions of creatures became completely excited, as sensational news about a demon monkey hadn’t usually surfaced. Only in the past few days, a figure like the Supreme Heaven Great Sage had appeared who would dare to contend with a saint.