The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1264: Meeting Ren Woxiao Again

Chapter 1264: Chapter 1264: Meeting Ren Woxiao Again

"Ants! Prepare to meet the fate rightfully yours as food!" sneered the Primeval Demon Ancestor, and then, with a swing of his right hand, a terrifying black sword a million feet long tore through heaven and earth, slashing down in one stroke.

Qin Jun and the others felt as if the world was cleaved into two by the Primeval Demon Ancestor’s black sword in an instant, their souls trembling along with it.

"How dare you!"

Tathāgata erupted in fury, his figure shooting upward explosively, thousands upon thousands of arms rising to catch the sword.

Patriarch Bodhi, though silent, was not waiting to die either; a flick of his Dust Brush brought forth a myriad of golden lotuses out of thin air, blocking the path of the black sword, but sadly they were no match at all and couldn’t even slow it down.

BOOM—

Tathāgata’s thousands of hands collectively grabbed onto the million-foot black sword, but its power was too immense; the ground beneath Tathāgata’s feet instantly crumbled under the pressure, burying him deep within the earth.

Sun Wukong blew a breath at Qin Jun and the others, sending them away, then turned around and swung his Chaos Purple Gold Rod with full force.

With a resounding ’clang,’ Sun Wukong was sent flying back, powerless to resist.

The sword descended.

The earth was split into two in an instant, soil from either side billowing up, dust rising in succession, spreading toward the farthest limits of heaven and earth.

Qin Jun and the others could only see their vision enveloped by demonic energy, unable to see anything anymore, their ears filled with roaring sounds, as if the Eight Wildernesses were crumbling, an unimaginable terror.

"What kind of power is this?"

The voice of Ji Bubai shocked Qin Jun to the core, sinking his heart to the depths.

The Primeval Demon Ancestor...

Ancestor of the ancient Devil Clan, one of the most powerful beings within the Eight Wildernesses...

Qin Jun also began to panic; with a ’thud,’ he felt his back struck by a huge boulder, thankfully his physical body was sturdy.

He held Lin Yuqi tightly to prevent her from being hit by the flying rocks.

Before long, he was finally able to open his eyes and see again. The next second, his pupils dilated, his mouth slightly agape.

His eyes beheld nothing but the misty demonic energy like gunsmoke, the ground shattered into countless pieces of rock of varying sizes; the largest rose like mountains while a massive canyon, so deep its bottom was unknown, cut through the land as if splitting the Eight Wildernesses in two, the air thick with an indescribable pressure.

Wastelands!

Desolation!

Silence!

The hundred-foot tall golden body of Tathāgata lay within the ruins, bloodied and worn, looking unwillingly towards the distant Primeval Demon Ancestor.

At this moment, Patriarch Bodhi was attacking the Primeval Demon Ancestor furiously, his movements unbelievably fast, but the Primeval Demon Ancestor barely moved, as if some invisible force shielded him, repelling Patriarch Bodhi time and again.

"Have you had enough?"

With a cold snort from the Primeval Demon Ancestor, his robes vibrated, and Patriarch Bodhi was sent flying backward, spewing blood, tumbling across the ground, smashing through huge boulders, disappearing over the horizon.

Even Patriarch Bodhi proved to be no match for the Primeval Demon Ancestor!

Qin Jun watched in a mix of shock and rage, while the surrounding gods and demons felt their scalps tingle.

If even Patriarch Bodhi couldn’t handle the Primeval Demon Ancestor, what could they do?

There was no hope, not even for escape!

Tathāgata rose again, charging towards the Primeval Demon Ancestor; now, the only path before him was to fight.

The Primeval Demon Ancestor moved as well, and in nearly the blink of an eye, the two collided.

BANG—

A punch from the Primeval Demon Ancestor hit Tathāgata in the abdomen, an unimaginable force twisting his face, arching his body.

At a hundred feet tall, he was struck by the far smaller Primeval Demon Ancestor, like a grasshopper being viciously beaten by a human, only the visual impact was magnified a hundred times and more.

"Vermin!"

As the Demon Ancestor from the dawn of time suddenly looked up, its head instantly enlarged, revealing countless sharp fangs, and, in one bite, tore off one of Tathāgata’s arms while the right fist hammered hard, sending Tathāgata flying away.

Blood scattered high into the sky as Tathāgata slid across the ground for tens of thousands of meters before coming to a halt.

"Damn it..."

Enraged by the loss of an arm to the Demon Ancestor from the dawn of time, Tathāgata not only felt pain but also humiliation.

By now, the Demon Ancestor from the dawn of time had grown to hundreds of zhang tall, its hair flailing like raging flames, its mouth dripping with blood, chewing on Tathāgata’s arm.

"Disgusting flavor, you insect are not tasty, better to just die!"

The Demon Ancestor from the dawn of time spat out Tathāgata’s limb, disgust written all over its face.

Whoosh—

A series of golden lotuses connected in a straight line, streaking toward him; each lotus was a hundred zhang in size, tearing through the air, shooting past Tathāgata, and aiming for the Demon Ancestor from the dawn of time.

The Demon Ancestor from the dawn of time opened its mouth, and a black beam of light shot out fiercely, stirring up round waves of air, scattering those golden lotuses in an instant.

Patriarch Bodhi suddenly appeared behind the Demon Ancestor from the dawn of time, swung the Dust Brush, wrapped it around him and, with all his might, threw it down, smashing the Demon Ancestor from the dawn of time into the depths of the earth.

Tathāgata leaped into the air, a thousand palms swiftly striking down, hammering golden palm shadows into the depths of the earth.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

The sounds of explosions followed one after another, causing Qin Jun and the others to retreat again to avoid being caught in the battle.

Sun Wukong gritted his teeth and said, "This looks bad!"

It was evident that Tathāgata and Patriarch Bodhi were outmatched by the Demon Ancestor from the dawn of time, and at this rate, they were certain to be defeated.

The others felt the same way, but what could they do at this point?

Qin Jun watched anxiously, wondering if he should summon a God and Demon.

However, those who could rival the Demon Ancestor from the dawn of time could be counted on one hand.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun?

Pangu?

Unless they experienced an ultimate awakening, the Gods and Demons simply couldn’t stand against the Demon Ancestor from the dawn of time.

"Hahaha! How interesting! After sleeping for hundreds of millions of years, my muscles and bones have almost stiffened!"

The laughter of the Demon Ancestor from the dawn of time coming from underground was enough to cause goosebumps.

"Begin the God and Demon summoning!"

Qin Jun commanded inwardly, System, if you don’t summon a kick-ass entity, your Emperor is done for!

"Ding! Beginning random summoning of Gods and Demons!"

The system notification sounded, and at that moment, the Demon Ancestor from the dawn of time burst forth powerfully, shattering the golden palm shadows, breaking through from underground.

He first approached Patriarch Bodhi, kicking him away with a single leg, and then, with a swipe of his hand, a surging demon aura turned into a black dragon, millions of li long, catching up with Patriarch Bodhi and engulfing him, leaving hurricanes and shattered landscapes in its wake.

"Master!"

Sun Wukong exclaimed in shock, incredibly anxious.

He swung his staff down instantly, the Chaos Purple Gold Rod extending tens of thousands of li from the sky, trying to smash the Demon Ancestor from the dawn of time, but the Demon Ancestor merely lifted a finger and easily blocked the Chaos Purple Gold Rod.

"Overestimating one’s strength."

The Demon Ancestor from the dawn of time looked askance at Sun Wukong, flicked its finger, and Sun Wukong felt an immense force transmitting through, his grip breaking, the Chaos Purple Gold Rod slipping from his hands, flying towards the firmament.

"Ding! Congratulations Host, you’ve summoned Ren Wo Xiao, from an unknown mythology, would you like to resummon?"

The system notification blared, causing Qin Jun to pause.

It was that Ren Wo Xiao again!

He had already summoned Ren Wo Xiao several times now, from an unknown mythological universe. According to the system, Ren Wo Xiao was considered a top-tier God and Demon within the system, immensely powerful, guaranteed to cause a banishment upon summoning.

At this critical juncture, should he summon Ren Wo Xiao?