The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 323 Contrasting Present with Past【Fourth Update】

Chapter 323: Chapter 323 Contrasting Present with Past【Fourth Update】

"I can’t die here! Master, why aren’t you sending a message to the church?"

The young man in black urged, and upon hearing this, irritation crossed the face of Master Chen Lian. If it weren’t for the young man’s background, he really would have wanted to slap him to death.

Chen Lian said gravely, "Ghost Young Master, I have already sent a message, but the church has not replied."

Upon hearing this, the young man known as the Ghost Young Master became even more restless.

"Is there no way to teleport me out?" the Ghost Young Master asked anxiously, not wanting to die here.

"Humph, teleport out? Do you still deserve to be a disciple of the Netherworld Holy Sect?" An elder with gray hair couldn’t help but scoff.

Hearing that, the Ghost Young Master glared at him and retorted, "I merely sought temporary cultivation with your Netherworld Holy Sect; I am not your disciple!"

This remark inflamed the gray-haired elder even further, who snapped, "If you are not a disciple of the Holy Sect, why should you use our Holy Sect’s teleportation gate?"

Upon hearing this, the Ghost Young Master’s eyes widened in disbelief, clearly not expecting the gray-haired elder to dare to confront him so.

Chen Lian said in a deep voice, "Stop arguing; the priority is to block the attack of the Righteous Alliance!"

As for the Ghost Young Master’s request, it was ignored by him. What a joke, if the Ghost Young Master were not present, the Black Flame Sect probably wouldn’t really help their Netherworld Holy Sect.

Though the two sects are in a hierarchical relationship, the reality is quite delicate, especially in recent years.

This time, the Righteous Alliance launched an offensive on the leaderless lands, successively capturing over a dozen cities, and now have even reached the doorstep of the Netherworld Holy Sect. As the sect leader, Chen Lian was under immense pressure. He was only at the seventh layer of the Earth Immortal Realm, and could not match the strength of the leader of the Righteous Alliance’s forces.

The leader of the Righteous Alliance, an Earth Immortal Realm pinnacle master dressed in black armor, looked like a seasoned general. He snorted coldly, "Delusional fools! For daring to obstruct the path of the Righteous Alliance, your Netherworld Holy Sect should not expect to continue existing!"

"Attack! Tear down the Netherworld Iron Tower!"

The burly man in black armor shouted loudly. As his words fell, the several hundred thousand cultivators surrounding the Netherworld Iron Tower instantly took action, leaping into the air like a dark net rising from the ground to envelop the Netherworld Iron Tower.

"Activate the formation!"

Chen Lian shouted loudly, and the Netherworld Iron Tower suddenly burst into intense light, repelling the several hundred thousand cultivators.

"Humph! Do you really think you can remain safe by cowering behind a formation?"

The burly man in black armor snorted as he swung his massive hammer at the formation protecting the Netherworld Iron Tower. With a thunderous sound, he smashed directly through the light shield covering the tower.

—Pfft—

The cultivators operating the formation in the Netherworld Iron Tower all spat blood; this scene made Chen Lian’s face extremely ugly.

The battle was on the verge of breaking out.

Meanwhile, hundreds of meters away on a small hillside, a circle of light suddenly appeared, followed by Qin Jun and others stepping out from it.

After landing, Qin Jun immediately noticed the fierce battle unfolding in the distance, and couldn’t help but mutter, "Damn, what a spectacle to stumble upon as soon as I arrive?"

He looked back and saw that there was no teleportation gate on the small hillside—quite odd indeed.

"Oh? Such an intense battle right after arriving?"

Old Man Yi clicked his tongue in wonder as Wang Xue, Wang Yan, and the Cat People gradually emerged from the light circle, a continuous stream.

Yuan Hong asked Qin Jun, "Your Majesty, should we take action? That seems to be the Netherworld Iron Tower of the Netherworld Holy Sect ahead."

The Netherworld Iron Tower was notoriously famous in the leaderless lands; Yuan Hong recognized it at first sight, and of course, the uniform attire of the Netherworld Holy Sect also played a decisive role.

The Netherworld Holy Sect?

Qin Jun raised an eyebrow, for You Fenghuang was a member of the Netherworld Holy Sect. Bound by kinship, he could not stand idly by.

"Let’s lend them a hand!" Qin Jun waved his hand, and Yuan Hong nodded in agreement, immediately flying towards the Netherworld Iron Tower.

Wang Yan also called out, "Cat People warriors, go and help as well!"

"Yes!"

The Cat People who came out first were all of age and naturally not afraid of combat, so they quickly rushed forward.

On the other side, the burly man in black armor and Chen Lian were locked in fierce combat. With a hammer strike, the burly man’s immense strength sent Chen Lian flying, smashing directly through the body of the Netherworld Iron Tower, causing the entire structure to shake violently.

"Hmph! Such is the master of the Netherworld Holy Sect!"

The burly man in black armor sneered, scaring the Ghost Young Master on the top of the tower to tremble, and the rest of the elders turned ashen-faced.

The elders of the Netherworld Holy Sect were all of the Transforming Void Realm, with the exception of Chen Lian, who had reached the Earth Immortal Realm. If even he had been defeated, there was no need to even mention the other elders.

Just then, Yuan Hong suddenly appeared behind the burly man in black armor, swinging down his staff before the man could react.

—Bang—

Flesh went flying as Yuan Hong smashed the burly man in black armor to bits with a single blow, splattering blood on the faces of the Ghost Young Master and the other elders, causing their expressions to freeze and their mouths to gape involuntarily.

Yuan Hong snorted coldly, his monkey face filled with disdainful laughter.

"Ah! Are these beasts?"

"Watch your back!"

"My heavens! Are they demons or humans?"

"No good! We’re being attacked by another force!"

The cultivators of the Righteous Alliance who were besieging the Netherworld Iron Tower suddenly came under attack from the Cat People. With their tremendous speed, they either sliced through the throats of the Righteous Alliance cultivators with sharp claws or pounced onto their backs to claw wildly, blood spurting everywhere in a gruesomely bloody scene.

The burly man in black armor being blown apart, plus the Cat People’s onslaught, caused the morale of the several hundred thousand cultivators of the Righteous Alliance to plummet instantly.

"Roll away—"

Yuan Hong swung his staff, and the resulting blast of air immediately blew away tens of thousands of cultivators of the Righteous Alliance, obliterating them without leaving a corpse, and even ripping a trench hundreds of meters long in the ground. Everyone in the Netherworld Iron Tower was struck dumb by this display.

What terrifying power was this?

Chen Lian, having just flown back, was also shocked; he scrutinized Yuan Hong and quickly guessed his identity.

"Isn’t that Yuan Hong, the world-conquering demon monkey under Young Master Jun Qing?"

Chen Lian exclaimed. He instinctively looked into the distance and saw Qin Jun standing on the small hill. He couldn’t help but be overjoyed.

If another force had come to the rescue, he might have doubted their intentions. But Young Master Jun Qing? He would not doubt him.

Because he knew of Jun Qing’s relationship with their Holy Maiden, You Fenghuang.

"Heaven blesses our Netherworld Holy Sect!"

Chen Lian excitedly called out, his eyes even welling with tears, revealing his mood.

The Ghost Young Master also looked at Yuan Hong with an expression full of admiration, thinking how wonderful it would be if such a fierce general could be under his command.

Soon, the army of the Righteous Alliance was routed and more and more cultivators chose to flee.

Qin Jun, standing on the hill and refraining from joining the fray, saw that the Netherworld Holy Sect now held no interest for him.

He reflected on the past, recalling the first time he had heard of the Netherworld Holy Sect. He had been quite scared by the twelve Transforming Void Realm elders and had felt an immense headache.

Time flies, now the Transforming Void Realm held no significance for him. With just a command, he could obliterate the name of the Netherworld Holy Sect from the leaderless lands.

The contrast between then and now filled Qin Jun with a multitude of emotions.