The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 282: Jin Wuhui【Third Update】

Chapter 282: Chapter 282: Jin Wuhui【Third Update】

"Damn it, this guy is too powerful. We can’t do anything to him!"

"Hold on, we must kill him, or we’ll face endless troubles!"

"Jin Wuhui has the backing of the Holy Dynasty behind him. We’ve already offended him, we can’t let him escape!"

"Easy for you to say, we can’t beat him!"

The cultivators besieging the young man in black were casting spells while cursing at each other, all appearing somewhat panicked. In contrast, the expression of the young man in black they were attacking remained indifferent, as if he was not fighting, but merely watching from the sidelines.

Jin Wuhui?

As Qin Jun approached them, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. He had long heard of Jin Wuhui.

The top super-genius on the Humanity Ranking, the pursuit target of the younger generation of the Southern Domain’s Righteous Dao.

As he thought, Qin Jun’s pace didn’t slow down. What did being first on the Humanity Ranking matter? It only meant high potential, nothing more. In the grand scheme of the Southern Domain, that didn’t amount to being a real power. Jin Wuhui might have a powerful backing, but he preferred to be alone. Such a genius didn’t seem like a threat to Qin Jun. Moreover, the two of them had no grudges and were merely strangers.

Lives intersect; we each walk our own path!

"Hmph! A bunch of ignorant fools!"

With a cold snort, Jin Wuhui swooped his sword downward, instantly conjuring a crescent moon-like sword beam that took shape with incredible speed and struck directly at the cultivators below. Several cultivators were instantly bisected at the waist. With a loud boom, the sword beam hit the mountain wall, sending rocks flying and causing the entire mountain to tremble.

After the dust settled, a fifty-meter-long and two-meter-wide ravine was seen etched into the mountain wall—a testament to the terrifying power of a single sword strike!

At this moment, Jin Wuhui’s enemies had dwindled to just over twenty people. It wouldn’t be long before they all perished under his sword. The gap between the Ascending Mortal Realm and the Transforming Void Realm was vast and difficult to cross.

After the sword strike, the remaining cultivators were too frightened to approach Jin Wuhui any further and could only gnash their teeth in his direction.

Soon, some noticed Qin Jun and his group approaching, and Jin Wuhui did the same.

It was inevitable, as Qin Jun’s company was too peculiar: Liu Bowen appeared to be a kind middle-aged man, Lei Zhenzi was as ugly as a hungry ghost, Yuan Hong was clearly a white ape demon, Bone Eroding Tribulation looked as miserable as a skeleton, Qin Jun was genuinely talented, appearing like a graceful youth, and the appearance of Black and White Impermanence was terrifying, especially their long tongues which chilled the heart.

An odd combination, to say the least—nothing about them seemed to make sense.

Jin Wuhui’s brows furrowed tightly because apart from Qin Jun and Liu Bowen, he couldn’t see through the cultivation of the rest. Most importantly, this group walked without fear, which made their purpose unclear.

Of course, Qin Jun had no interest in meddling; he was simply following Black and White Impermanence.

And Black and White Impermanence didn’t care about these people, so they continued to lead the way without even bothering to explain.

As the group drew nearer, the cultivators hostile to Jin Wuhui couldn’t contain themselves anymore. A one-eyed cultivator shouted angrily, "The Black Flame Sect is carrying out affairs here, unrelated folks better stay away!"

"What are you yelling about!"

Li Cunxiao scornfully retorted, his voice much more commanding than that of the one-eyed cultivator, instantly silencing the valley.

"We’re just passing by, carry on!"

Qin Jun said with a smile; by the time he finished speaking, they had already arrived below the cultivators. The Black Flame Sect’s men and Jin Wuhui were suspended in the air, so there was no one to block their way on the ground.

Passing by?

The cultivators of the Black Flame Sect looked at each other, but they dared not make a move. A group that could be so bold and defiant was certainly not simple.

In a land with no master, only fools would dare to be reckless. Those who do are either incredibly powerful or have significant backing.

Jin Wuhui was also frowning, staring at Qin Jun. He had immediately noticed that this group was led by Qin Jun, and what intrigued him most was Qin Jun’s youth—he seemed about sixteen or seventeen years old—but possessed the cultivation of the eighth layer of the Ascending Mortal Realm. Perhaps Qin Jun was actually much older and had simply mastered the art of preserving his youth.

So, Qin Jun and his group passed without any hindrance. Watching their retreating figures, the Black Flame Sect’s cultivators exchanged bewildered glances.

They really just passed by?

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort from Jin Wuhui, the cultivators of the Black Flame Sect were pulled back from their thoughts, and the battle erupted once again.

Boom—

Listening to the explosions behind him, Qin Jun didn’t turn back, but instead remarked, "The world is truly chaotic."

"The world?" Li Cunxiao asked in confusion.

"Where there are people, there is a world," Qin Jun said pretentiously, prompting Liu Bowen and the others to ponder deeply. That sentence sounded quite profound.

Qin Jun wasn’t concerned about why Jin Wuhui and the Black Flame Sect had started fighting.

It all came down to one thing: benefits. The Valley of the Dead was a magnet for cultivators because it was said to house numerous treasures of heaven and earth.

About a stick of incense later, they arrived in front of a cave, surrounded by dense forests and the entrance concealed by overgrowth—if one didn’t come close, they wouldn’t notice the hidden cave.

"Are you sure it’s inside here?"

Qin Jun inquired, seeming somewhat vexed. Could the Abyss Sect really have established a branch inside? He found it quite unlikely.

The entrance was narrow, only allowing one person to pass at a time. If danger struck, wouldn’t the branches of the Abyss Sect be doomed?

"Correct, there are dozens of demons inside," confirmed White Impermanence after a pause, then he continued, "And we saw a lake of lava below earlier, with spiritual energy so dense it seemed to be nurturing something."

Lava lake?

Qin Jun’s brow furrowed; he then said directly, "Who will blow this mountain up for me!"

He didn’t fancy crawling through that cramped cave, and their target was the teleportation portal leading to the Abyss Sect, not concerning themselves with anything else.

"I’ll do it! Everyone, step back!"

The Fine Iron Rod-wielding Yuan Hong said with a grin as Black and White Impermanence looked at him, astonished. Could a mountainside reaching almost five hundred meters in height and stretching over a thousand kilometers really be blasted away?

Qin Jun nodded, then turned and moved back, followed by Liu Bowen, Lei Zhenzi, Li Cunxiao, Bone Eroding Tribulation, with Black and White Impermanence reluctantly retreating amid their doubts.

Meanwhile, Sang Liang, that old rascal, appeared at the corner of a nearby valley, his mouth holding a blade of grass. With the old kasaya robe on him, his appearance was incongruous.

Even Tathāgata would probably die of anger seeing him in such an irreverent state.

"Oh, Young Master Jun Qing, what a coincidence, we meet again."

Sang Liang seemed happy to see Qin Jun, hastening over to greet him.

Qin Jun’s mouth twitched in irritation; this old monk must have been following them all along!

"Get lost!" Qin Jun barked impatiently. If not for considering that Tathāgata might be standing behind Sang Liang, he would have asked Lei Zhenzi to strike Sang Liang dead.

In the meantime, Yuan Hong lifted the Fine Iron Rod at an angle, ready to blast the mountain in front of him.

"Young Master Jun Qing, I really haven’t been following you," Sang Liang defended himself with a grin, "I’m here to investigate the whereabouts of a rumored devil from the Valley of Death, and it seems to be right here..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Yuan Hong swung his Fine Iron Rod.

With the swing, the very heavens and earth seemed to change color!