The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 223: Terrifying Evil Entity

Chapter 223: Chapter 223: Terrifying Evil Entity

"This legend might indeed be true, as the aura emanating from the palace is exceedingly ancient and exceptionally strong," Evening Star spoke gravely, startling Qin Jun. If even Evening Star claimed it was strong, just how powerful could it be?

Sha Wujing and Red Boy also looked rather solemn, a clear indication that the enemy they faced this time was no ordinary foe.

The only person overexcited was that foolish lad Li Yuanba, who seemed to wish for stronger enemies. Qin Jun couldn’t even be bothered to look at him.

What depressed Qin Jun the most was the fact that the Canglan Kingdom, too, harbored such deadly weapons. If the Qianyue Kingdom didn’t have any, he would be discontented.

Why should this be so!

Why, indeed!

Qin Jun’s heart was filled with silent ridicule, yet he appeared utterly calm. He scanned the crowd before deciding, "Wujing, you go ahead and take a look first. We’ll follow right behind."

Although Red Boy was the strongest, he was also too playful for Qin Jun’s comfort.

With a nod, Sha Wujing immediately took off towards the palace. Watching his retreating figure, Qin Jun felt uneasy.

Dusk had fallen, and above the capital of Canglan, a patch of dark red clouds had gathered unknowingly, swirling ceaselessly as if demons and monsters were shouting within, making Qin Jun even more irritable.

Damn, having just offended the Abyss Sect, now he faced this trouble — it was as if heaven begrudged the talented!

Qin Jun inwardly cursed the heavens, unaware that two other powerful forces were still holding a grudge against him: the enigmatic Black Night Pavilion and the supreme ruler of no man’s land, the Black Flame Sect.

The death of An Xiao would not be something the elders of Black Night Pavilion could simply overlook.

And having lost his physical body to ashes by Red Boy’s flames due to his greed for the Nanzhuo Dynasty’s offer to help Beigong Ancestor, the enmity had become irreconcilable. Naturally, his Black Flame Sect would keep a constant eye on Qin Jun’s whereabouts.

For those wandering the jianghu, who could avoid the blade?

Not having enemies is, in fact, abnormal.

"The Imperial Court... shall never perish..."

Just then, a voice that seemed to come from the ancient past echoed from deep within the capital, causing Qin Jun’s scalp to tingle and his nerves to tense even more.

"No, we can’t wait! Yuanba! Red Boy! Roaring Sky Dog! We’ll head there first; the rest should follow the army to avoid enemy ambushes!"

Unable to sit still, Qin Jun leaped up instantly, a cloud forming beneath his feet as he sped towards the Canglan Palace at full speed, with Li Yuanba, Red Boy, and Roaring Sky Dog closely following.

Although Daji, Li, and Zhu Yanqing were worried, they didn’t rashly follow. Even Daji had to admit that she had somehow fallen behind the combat rhythm of the group without realizing it.

The enemies they were encountering were becoming stronger, and the Transforming Void Realm seemed somewhat insufficient.

Lately, Daji had been feeling stifled, but there was nothing she could do about it.

"There are unexpected storms in the heavens, and people have unforeseen misfortunes and blessings..." Zhang Jiao muttered to himself, his gaze toward the capital of Canglan deep and inscrutable, as he pondered unknown thoughts.

This phrase he had heard from Qin Jun’s mouth and repeated often had almost become his catchphrase.

Meanwhile, Qin Jun and his three companions flew into the city walls of the capital. Soldiers attacked them with arrows and spells, but all were deflected by Li Yuanba’s hammer swings.

"A bunch of ants!"

Annoyed, Red Boy spewed a mouthful of Samadhi Real Fire towards the ground, instantly engulfing several streets in raging flames. Cries of soldiers and cultivators rose and fell in succession, only to quickly fall silent.

To the likes of Red Boy, the lives of mortals were indeed of little consequence. Though Qin Jun, having been a commoner in his previous life, felt some pity at first, that fleeting sentiment soon vanished.

The war was not over, and compassion would only hinder one’s progress.

Soon, Qin Jun saw the figures of Li Bai and Sha Wujing. They were attacking a mass of black smoke that seemed to have a human face, sending chills down one’s spine, while at the bottom of the black smoke, a copper mirror floated in the air, emitting a strange white glow.

Because the black smoke was so eye-catching, Qin Jun did not notice the copper mirror.

"What is that?"

Qin Jun asked in astonishment, but no one could answer him because no one knew.

Li Yuanba immediately took out his Golden Peng Hammer and charged forward, while Red Boy and Roaring Sky Dog were not in a hurry since they were more flexible in their thinking.

Although Sha Wujing and Li Bai could attack the black smoke, they were both repelled by it. The edges of the black smoke were changing, but its size and outline remained constant.

"The Holy Court... eternal..."

"Eternal..."

Such words continuously came from the black smoke, baffling everyone.

What the hell is the Holy Court?

Qin Jun had a head full of question marks and subconsciously asked the system in his mind. The system’s response almost made him spit blood: "How would I know, I’m not God!"

Damn!

This guy is becoming more and more human, even learning the skill to counter-snark!

"Hahaha! Qin Jun, you’re done for! How can mere mortals like you fight against the spirit of the ancient times!"

Zhu Yishi, who resembled a skeleton, stood in the ruins and mockingly shouted, causing Qin Jun to look his way. Eh, what happened to this kid?

Not seen for several months and dried up to this state, damn, how many rounds per day would one have to go to end up like this?

"What the hell is the spirit of ancient times?" Qin Jun curiously asked Roaring Sky Dog, who shook his head, indicating he didn’t know either.

Just then, the entity known as the spirit of ancient times suddenly exploded with a terrifying force, hurling Li Bai and the two others away, while Zhu Yishi and the others at the base were rolled out with the rubble.

The entire Imperial Palace was flattened, and the surrounding buildings were shattered, forming a huge expanding crater. In the blink of an eye, the diameter exceeded two thousand meters, and even Qin Jun, who had reached the fourth layer of the Ascending Mortal Realm, almost couldn’t steady himself.

"Looks like we’ve run into big trouble..."

Qin Jun thought with a somber expression. As for running away, he hadn’t even considered it. He could run, but what about his Dragonrise legion?

Until it was absolutely necessary, Qin Jun could not bring himself to abandon his soldiers.

Li Yuanba, Li Bai, and Sha Wujing also showed looks of horror, and even Wujing, who was at the ninth layer of the Immortal Realm, displayed such an expression, which showed how powerful the spirit of ancient times was.

"Ancient Spirit! Kill them quickly!"

Zhu Yishi excitedly shouted, eager to see Qin Jun dead, even if he was covered in dust and ashes from the fall.

No sooner had his words fallen than the ancient spirit suddenly extended a tendril of black smoke, swiftly grabbing towards Zhu Yishi. Zhu Yishi, unable to react in time, was pierced through the chest, blood splattering on the ground. His expression froze instantly, his eyes revealing an incredulous look.

The next second, something even more horrifying happened. Zhu Yishi withered and twisted like a plant, and within less than five breaths, he completely vanished, absorbed by the black smoke tendril.

Even Qin Jun, who was accustomed to watching horror movies, couldn’t help but feel a chill run down his spine after witnessing this scene.

Not to mention Emperor Canglan and the other mortals, who were nearly scared out of their wits.

"This evil being claims the name of the ancient, and it may really be as Jia Xun said, coming from the Demonic Dao Imperial Dynasty of a long time ago..."

Roaring Sky Dog said in a deep voice, his eyes filled with wariness.

The most terrifying thing is an existence that is mysterious and unpredictable, not knowing what they are or how strong they could be.