The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 315: Cat People’s Fighting Spirit

Chapter 315: Chapter 315: Cat People’s Fighting Spirit

According to Wang Xue, their Cat People Clan was located deep in the Langya Mountain Range, about a hundred miles from the valley they had previously been in.

The Cat People Clan was now surrounded by dozens of forces, large and small, in a dire situation. Of course, the nine masters of the Demonic Dao had not participated; otherwise, the Cat People Clan would have been destroyed long ago.

In the eyes of the current nine masters of the Demonic Dao, the Cat People Clan was not of great value. Instead, it was the mid and lower forces that were crazy for them.

"Young Master Qin, which country’s emperor are you?"

On the way, Wang Xue curiously asked Qin Jun, her bright eyes captivating.

Qin Jun smiled and said, "Guess, there’s a reward if you get it right."

"Psh, how could I possibly guess? There are so many kingdoms and imperial dynasties." Wang Xue rolled her eyes, then her face showed longing, "Do you know about Qin Emperor from the Righteous Dao?"

As soon as she said this, Qin Jun was stunned, Lei Zhenzi and Yuan Hong looked at each other with odd expressions, and Shen Gongbao chuckled.

"The Qin Emperor who caused a huge ruckus in the Nanzhuo Dynasty and overcame the Abyss Sect?" Qin Jun asked nonchalantly, curious if his reputation had spread this far.

"Yes, that’s the Abyss Sect, and its leader Nangong Lietian is the number one strongman of the Human Clan in the Demonic Dao. Imagine falling head over heels in such a small kingdom. Isn’t that amazing?" Wang Xue seemed to switch into chatterbox mode, going on and on with a smile like that of a girl next door, which put one at ease.

Qin Jun, feigning jealousy, asked, "You admire Qin Emperor?"

"Admire? I wouldn’t say that. I just think he’s very impressive, a legendary figure. You should try to be like him in the future!" Wang Xue replied with a ’I believe in you’ expression, prompting Qin Jun to shake his head and smile.

"Actually, I am Qin Emperor," Qin Jun said seriously.

Wang Xue couldn’t help but look at him, examining his expression carefully before responding, "If you are Qin Emperor, then I must be the Divine Princess."

"What in the world is a Divine Princess?" Qin Jun’s face was as expressive as it could be.

Damn, just when I didn’t want to play the fool to catch the wise, you actually don’t believe me!

Qin Jun’s heart felt incredibly gloomy, wondering if he appeared so insignificant in Wang Xue’s eyes.

"The strongest woman in the Southern Domain, with a prominent status in the Holy Dynasty," Wang Xue said with surprise, as if to say, are you a bumpkin?

The strongest woman in the Southern Domain?

Sounds like a big deal.

Qin Jun discreetly took note of the title Divine Princess, figuring he might cross paths with her if he were to visit the Holy Dynasty in the future.

"I really am Qin Emperor!" he exclaimed again.

"Keep dreaming. Why would Qin Emperor from the Righteous Dao come here?"

"..."

Qin Jun was on the verge of tears, while Lei Zhenzi and the others laughed out loud. No one stepped forward to speak for Qin Jun, as it was rare to see him at a loss.

Thinking she had made the correct guess, Wang Xue proudly puffed out her chest and snorted with disdain.

Nine looked back and forth between Wang Xue and Qin Jun as they bickered, her eyes roving, pondering over something.

...

Below the vast expanse of the Universe, amidst the endless mountains,

Countless cultivators were hovering in the air, with tens of thousands more standing on the prairie below. In front of them was a dense crowd of Cat People, the entire prairie surrounded by grassy knolls, and with high mountains behind the Cat People Clan, they were trapped like in a giant cul-de-sac.

One of the mountains even had a hundred-zhang tall stone statue of a majestic Cat People male. Although the face was not clear, it was faintly discernable that he was clad in armor, both hands on the hilt of his sword, exuding a domineering presence that seemed to look down upon the world.

This prairie was known as Cat People Fang.

Because the surrounding mountain range resembled sharp fangs and was the Cat People Clan’s base, it was called Cat People Fang.

"Wang Yan, aren’t you going to surrender yet? Do you really want to drag your entire Cat People Clan to hell with you?"

A heroic man in a white robe yelled loudly, his voice echoing through heaven and earth, his cultivation of the Immortal Realm exploding with a force that suffocated the Cat People.

Standing in front of the Cat People’s forces was an elderly Cat Person, hunchbacked, with whiskers that reached his chest. He was Wang Yan, the Chief of the Cat People Clan. He stroked his beard and spoke solemnly, "Even in death, we Cat People refuse to be enslaved!"

As his words ended, tens of thousands of Cat People began to shout in unison, their voices resonating powerfully, as though they could lift the dome of heaven.

"Don’t waste words with them; let’s capture them all today!"

"Nonsense! What ’capture them all’? We want the Cat People alive, not dead!"

"Hmph, keep the female Cat People and the young ones alive, execute all the male Cat People!"

"The Cat People are walking treasures!"

The cultivators talked among themselves, eyeing the Cat People as if they were prey.

Wang Yan’s heart was heavy with sorrow. Once upon a time, the Cat People Clan was the Human Clan’s sharp blade. Now that the glory of the Holy Court had faded, and the Human Clan, suppressed by the Immortals and Gods, started to turn on their former allies—a chilling turn of events.

Most importantly, to conceal the Human Clan’s past disgrace, the Holy Dynasty even kept the ancient war between gods and humans a secret, leading the current cultivators to be unaware of their place in the world, thinking they could rule over all races.

"Chief, activate the formation and begin the battle!"

Behind Wang Yan, a towering Cat Person two meters in height called out. His muscles strained against his beast hide clothing, and his brown mane lent him a fierce beast’s demeanor.

Following his lead, the Cat People roared, unafraid of the larger number of cultivators in the alliance.

"Alright! To battle!"

Wang Yan, too, was ignited with fighting spirit. He slammed his walking stick into the ground, and a green demonic energy radiated from him to all the Cat People.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

One after another, the Cat People’s demonic energy erupted, and the colorful energies spilling from their bodies converged above their heads. This sight caused the cultivators’ faces to change with fear.

The man in the white robe quickly waved his hand and shouted, "Attack! Quick!"

As his voice fell, tens of thousands of cultivators hovering behind him, and the tens of thousands more on the plains, surged towards the Cat People Clan like a swarm of bees.

At that moment, the Cat People’s demonic energy rapidly coalesced into a massive Cat Person figure, resembling the majestic statue behind them.

"Blade of the War God, unbreakable!"

A heart-shaking cry tore through the sky as the demonic energy formed Cat Person swung its sword, unleashing a crescent energy blade that spanned a thousand meters, sweeping away tens of thousands of attacking cultivators and causing those behind to hastily halt.

"Don’t be afraid! Keep going! The Cat People Clan’s war spirit won’t last long!"

The man in the white robe hurriedly cried out. As he spoke, he took out a Trident and charged towards the Cat People Clan, his Immortal Realm power bursting forth and churning the sky and clouds.

Like a white rainbow tearing through the sky, he bore down with an unstoppable force towards the Cat People Clan.

With a thunderous roar,

The man in the white robe struck the Cat People’s war spirit, sparks flying everywhere, and the powerful impact forced thousands of Cat People below to their knees.

"Children of the Cat People Clan, if we must die, we’ll die with dignity!"

Wang Yan shouted angrily, his elderly body suddenly swelling and becoming more robust as his second-layer Immortal Realm power exploded, making the Cat People’s war spirit even more solid.

The war spirit of the Cat People shook its arms sharply, releasing a force that sent the man in the white robe flying back.