The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 303: You are too weak

Chapter 303: Chapter 303: You are too weak

Boom—

Rolling Samadhi Real Fire fell upon the golden prohibition at the canyon entrance, causing Old Man Yi’s complexion to drastically change as he exclaimed in alarm, "This flame, could it be from that person...?"

Qin Jun’s cheeks puffed up like two balls, his face flushed with extreme redness, and soon a hint of joy flickered in his eyes because he saw the golden prohibition begin to ripple, and the waves grew larger and larger.

Lei Zhenzi and Yuan Hong’s eyes widened as they watched. No matter how they attacked before, the golden prohibition simply had no reaction, yet now Qin Jun, who was a thousand times weaker than them, was actually able to shake the golden prohibition, almost making them question their life choices.

Far away, the hawk-nosed steward and a group of talented individuals from the Abyss Sect were also moved by the sight.

The golden prohibition scorched by the Samadhi Real Fire began to tear open a small hole, which gradually expanded, alarming the hawk-nosed steward and the others.

"Not good! They’re going to break through the prohibition!"

The hawk-nosed steward cried out, rushing toward the canyon entrance at high speed, pushing both hands forward as demonic energy poured out, attempting to block the hole in the prohibition.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

Ping—

The golden prohibition suddenly shattered, like a sheet of gold glass breaking into countless tiny shards, scattered like countless stars falling from the sky.

Lei Zhenzi’s eyes flashed like lightning as he sent out a palm strike, with Xuan thunder twisting like serpents, quick as the wind, directly dispersing the hawk-nosed steward’s demonic energy.

"Capture them!"

Qin Jun waved his sleeve as he commanded, not having noticed the people in the distance until the hawk-nosed steward made his move.

Upon hearing this, Lei Zhenzi immediately spread his Wind and Thunder Wings and flew toward the hawk-nosed steward, who nearly wet himself with fright and quickly turned to escape.

At this moment, Old Man Yi stood there stupefied, muttering to himself, "It’s broken...broken...broken..."

He had been imprisoned here for countless years, unable to break through despite his overwhelming divine powers, yet now Qin Jun, this little brat, had easily broken through, leaving him feeling as if he were in a dream...

Why have I been locked up for so long?

Old Man Yi fell into confusion, beginning to doubt himself though he never believed in destiny.

"See? It wasn’t that we couldn’t break out, it’s that you were too weak."

Qin Jun patted Old Man Yi’s shoulder as he spoke with heartfelt earnestness, yet inwardly he was over the moon with joy, thinking, "Take that for acting all high and mighty earlier—now you’ve been slapped in the face!"

But he did not show his triumph outwardly.

Arrogance is kept in the heart, not shown on the surface.

Afterward, he turned to leave, with Yuan Hong closely following. Old Man Yi stood there with a gloomy face, and it was only after Qin Jun and Yuan Hong were about to enter the Nightfiend Forest that he came back to his senses.

"Wait for me! You little brat, from now on, I’m sticking with you. I must see for myself who you really are!"

Old Man Yi shouted as he chased after Qin Jun, as if afraid of being left behind, not knowing that Qin Jun was waiting for him to take the bait.

...

Half a stick of incense later.

The group was resting in a clearing in the forest. Qin Jun leaned against a tree trunk, his gaze falling on a team of talented Abyss Sect individuals in front of him, who were now trembling with fear, many even wounded. Lei Zhenzi and Yuan Hong stood by, deterring them from attempting to flee.

"Who exactly are you...what are you planning to do..."

The hawk-nosed steward with broken legs lay on the ground and asked in a deep voice, his eyes filled with unmistakable terror and despair no matter how hard he tried to stay calm.

Old Man Yi sat on a tree trunk, sweating profusely, forming tiny black balls and throwing them at the Abyss Sect talents, eliciting continuous screams and making Qin Jun feel a chilly revulsion.

"Where is the headquarters of the Abyss Sect?" Qin Jun asked, narrowing his eyes, trying hard not to look towards Old Man Yi.

"What exactly..." Before the hawk-nosed steward could finish his sentence, he was struck by a bolt of Xuan thunder from Lei Zhenzi, screaming in agony as he convulsed on the ground, his charred body sending the beasts of the Nightfiend Forest flying away in fright.

Qin Jun couldn’t help shaking his head, "Why be so stiff-necked when life is so beautiful? You needn’t worry. The Abyss Sect won’t have the chance to blame you."

At these words, the hawk-nosed steward’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"You want to wipe out my Abyss Sect?"

"Dream on!"

"Kill or flay me as you please!"

"If your uncle here so much as frowns, he’s no man!"

The talents of the Abyss Sect shouted angrily, but a young man with white hair did not speak. With his handsome face and dressed in black brocade, he sat amid the crowd with a calm expression that was particularly eye-catching.

His name was An Lang, the number one talent of the Abyss Sect, ranked among the top ten in the entire Demonic Dao. Even Qin Jun was no match for him. It was a pity that with Lei Zhenzi and Yuan Hong around, even the most demonic of geniuses could not spark a flame.

Qin Jun listened, feeling a wave of irritation, so he signaled Lei Zhenzi with his eyes. Lei Zhenzi instantly understood, summoning a mysterious thunder that fell upon the bodies of the Abyss Sect talents, causing them to scream in pain. Although An Lang did not make a sound, he clenched his teeth clearly in great agony.

"An ugly face, back armed with Wind and Thunder Wings, proficient in thunder methods — could this person be Lei Zhenzi from the Great Qin Kingdom?"

An Lang thought in pain, feeling extremely aggrieved in his heart, yet unable to vent. His gaze involuntarily shifted to Qin Jun. If he wasn’t mistaken, this young man before him was the Qin Emperor, famous throughout the Southern Domain.

If it were the Qin Emperor, then everything would make sense. Everyone knew how the feud between Qin Emperor and the Abyss Sect had stirred up a storm.

But An Lang had never expected the Qin Emperor would dare to seek them out, and with only two people no less.

Yuan Hong was clearly a White Monkey Demon and the Sage Infant King, Red Boy, was evidently not with them. An Lang couldn’t help but wonder where Qin Jun got such courage.

"I’ll talk! I’ll talk..."

The hawk-nosed steward hastily called out, more worried about these Abyss Sect talents being killed than divulging secrets. For what good would it do to lead Qin Jun to the Abyss Sect headquarters when they were likely to be killed by the sect master? But if these talents were to die, the hawk-nosed steward would have no chance of survival, and it could even doom his descendants and disciples.

"Take us there!"

Qin Jun said gravely, and the hawk-nosed steward quickly nodded.

Then Qin Jun stood up, with Lei Zhenzi grabbing the hawk-nosed steward, they prepared to leave.

"Wait, you’re just letting us go like that?"

An Lang asked through gritted teeth. Qin Jun couldn’t help but turn back to look at him. From the beginning, Qin Jun had noticed him, for he was too calm, clearly no ordinary person.

"Do you want to die?" Qin Jun asked with a smile.

An Lang didn’t know how to respond to the question, feeling that Qin Jun’s release was ill-intentioned.

"There are too many of you in the Abyss Sect; I couldn’t possibly kill you all, could I?"

Qin Jun said with a laugh, shaking his head, "And you’re not even qualified to threaten me!"

Having said that, he laughed, leapt into the air, and Lei Zhenzi and the others followed closely, leaving An Lang and the other Abyss Sect talents stunned in their place.

The rest of the talents were furious, cursing Qin Jun for his arrogance.

But An Lang was deep in thought, frowning.

In the Demonic Dao, it’s typical to cut the grass and remove the roots, and this was the first time An Lang encountered a lord like Qin Jun.

Qin Jun wasn’t a homicidal maniac. Carefully calculated, the Abyss Sect was quite pitiable, having been disrupted by Qin Jun many times and losing many strong warriors.

Besides extermination, Qin Jun believed there were other methods, such as instilling fear!

By destroying the strongest of the Abyss Sect, the sect would naturally collapse and scatter.

Moreover, if he were to uproot the entire Abyss Sect, would the other eight lords of the Demonic Dao just sit by and watch?

If the eight lords of the Demonic Dao united against him in shared hatred, then he would truly be in a tragic situation.