The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 251: Rampant

Chapter 251: Chapter 251: Rampant

"Red Boy, Wujing, Jin Xing, Li Bai, Yuanba, Xu Guiku!"

Qin Jun suddenly called out, and those whose names were mentioned appeared beside him, looking at him with confusion.

"We shall head to the capital first; the rest shall follow the army and move forward!" Qin Jun said solemnly, unable to restrain his desire to kill the Demon any longer.

Daji and Li immediately became anxious, about to speak up and request to join, but they were stopped by a gesture from Qin Jun.

"Those below the Earth Immortal Realm had better not participate in the battle," Qin Jun said softly, staring intently at Daji and Li, which silenced the two women.

The Roaring Sky Dog had already left to form a Demon Beast army, so these were the only powerful individuals Qin Jun could take with him.

Having decided, Qin Jun took Red Boy and the others and flew towards the capital, with the young Torch Dragon clinging to him. Although it was a juvenile Divine Beast, its cultivation was at least in the Immortal Realm, and it might become a source of strength in battle.

"What on earth is going on?"

Jia Xun asked, puzzled, turning to Daji and the others, but they were just as confused and naturally could not answer.

The great army continued to advance, with grass and dust flying in the air.

...

At the capital, atop the Vermilion Bird Platform, the coronation ceremony was now taking place.

Qin Long, dressed in a dragon robe, stood on the platform. In front of him was a huge cauldron with nine long incense sticks burning. The imperial guards were on both sides, while Qin Yun and other princes and generals stood below the platform, with the masses and cultivators crowding around, making the Vermilion Bird Area impassable.

"Unfortunately, His Majesty has ascended to immortality, and the kingdom cannot be without a ruler for a single day..."

A shrill voice reached everyone’s ears as an old eunuch next to Qin Long announced loudly. It was not Shen Yan, and there was no sign of him.

Qin Yun was clenching his teeth in anger. Even though he had recently broken through to the Foundation Establishment Realm, he was still no match for Qin Long. He had witnessed Qin Long instantly kill a general from the Golden Elixir Realm, shocking the court and the fields.

"Hmph, when Qin Jun returns, he will certainly die of anger," Nan Yuxin, a young woman who once had a marriage arrangement with Qin Jun and the daughter of the country’s Grand General, also the titled princess of a different surname, huffed disdainfully.

Beside Nan Yuxin was another woman, Chang Qianqian — the daughter of the Xuanling Sect Leader, whom Qin Jun had once rescued from the chaos of Xiahou En.

Chang Qianqian clenched her fists and said, "We can’t let him ascend to the throne so easily! Qin Jun has been working so hard outside; how can we let this person step in first?"

Chang Tianyou, standing behind her and frowning at Qin Long, was the Sect Leader of Xuanling Sect. He possessed cultivation in the Ascending Mortal Realm, but when he looked at Qin Long, a feeling of being unable to compete arose in his heart.

It wasn’t just him; the other two great sects of Qianyue Kingdom had also arrived. After all, it was the moment for a new emperor’s ascension—they dared not fail to show respect.

At the same time, they were hesitating, whether to try to curry favor with Qin Long or to oppose him.

The pressure Qin Jun put on them was simply too great; in their eyes, Qin Long was seeking his own death.

However, they also worried that Qin Jun and Qin Long had colluded. Otherwise, why wouldn’t Qin Jun have rushed back directly?

"Today, the Crown Prince Qin Long will inherit the late emperor’s will and ascend to the throne, to support and stabilize the realm..."

The old eunuch read dramatically, and the smile on Qin Long’s face grew thicker. Crown Prince was a title he had given himself. He originally had a certain network of relationships in the court and fields, and with his profound cultivation, anyone who obstructed him had been thrown into the Sky Prison, including the Chief Steward of the palace, Shen Yan.

"So the throne is indeed delightful."

Qin Long scanned the sea of people beneath the Vermilion Bird Platform, filled with deep emotion.

Previously, he had scoffed at power, believing that energy refining was the Righteous Dao. Compared to eternal life, what was the throne? But now, as he truly engaged with power, he understood why people in the world would fight so bitterly over this position.

"Now, crown the new emperor!"

the old eunuch shouted loudly, as a young eunuch came forward with a golden crown. This was the emperor’s personal tiara, together known as the diadem, with nine golden spikes and a gem connected at the top, demonstrating luxury and dignity, symbolizing the emperor’s exalted status.

Qin Long bowed slightly, ready to be crowned.

"What gives you the right to be emperor!"

Just then, an inappropriate voice rang out as Chang Qianqian unexpectedly leaped onto the Vermilion Bird platform, her face filled with anger as she stared at Qin Long.

"Bold! Guards, take her away!"

The old eunuch hurriedly shouted, and two imperial guards approached Chang Qianqian.

Seeing this, Chang Qianqian was not at all flustered. She shouted loudly, "When the Black Dragon Kingdom and Wuqi Kingdom attacked our Qianyue Kingdom, who turned the tide? Was it him, this crown prince who wants to be emperor?"

Boom!

The crowd below the Vermilion Bird platform instantly erupted. Indeed, why should Qin Long ascend to the throne?

Furthermore, with Qin Jun’s feats shaking the world, over ninety percent of the Qianyue Kingdom’s population worshipped him. It was just that no one dared to speak up. Now that someone had taken the lead, their emotions burst forth in an instant.

"Get down! Are you even worthy to be emperor?"

"Exactly! This seat should only be for His Highness King Yue to occupy!"

"Without His Highness King Yue, our Qianyue Kingdom might have already perished!"

"We want His Highness King Yue to be emperor!"

The crowd was fervent, even awakening the passion in the hearts of the imperial guards. Most of them were also dissatisfied with Qin Long, who had suddenly appeared to claim the throne, so they took no action and kept silent.

Qin Long’s face instantly darkened. Seeing that the guards had not taken down Chang Qianqian, he walked toward her. Wisps of eerie black energy overflowed from his body, causing his hair to flutter wildly, eerily.

Chang Qianqian took a few steps back in fright. Just then, a figure landed in front of her — it was her father, Chang Tianyou.

"Step back!"

Chang Tianyou stared at Qin Long and said in a low voice, his words clearly meant for Chang Qianqian.

Chang Qianqian quickly turned and left. Having the courage to stand up had already taken a great deal of bravery. She knew she was not one for battle.

"The sect master of Xuanling Sect, Chang Tianyou?"

Qin Long asked coldly. As he spoke, he struck out toward Chang Tianyou with a palm. Chang Tianyou’s eyebrows raised as he returned the palm strike.

With their palms meeting in mid-air, spiritual energy gushed from the centers of their hands, forming visible vortexes in the vacuum created, kicking up a fierce wind that caused both their robes to flutter. Everyone below the Vermilion Bird platform watched the scene with bated breath.

One was a crown prince with imperial ambitions.

One was the sect master of the Xuanling Sect.

Both stood at the pinnacle of the Qianyue Kingdom, their auras making people’s hearts leap.

Chang Tianyou’s brow suddenly furrowed. The next second, he was blasted away, blood spurting uncontrollably from his mouth as he plummeted towards the sea of people below the platform.

"Whoever dares oppose my ascension to the throne, there is only one outcome!"

Qin Long glared around the venue, his eyebrows knitted as he roared, "Death!"

Whoosh—

A sound of something tearing through the air came, and a silver light flashed from high above.

With a clang, a silver spear landed in front of him, piercing the hard ground, sending fragments of rock flying. It was none other than Qin Jun’s Silver Dragon Soul Spear.

Startled, Qin Long instinctively looked up to see Qin Jun and others standing on a cloud above, looking down at him with icy expressions.