The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 364: Devil’s Soul Disturbs the City【Third Update】

Chapter 364: Chapter 364: Devil’s Soul Disturbs the City【Third Update】

Whoosh—

Nezha thrust his spear forcefully, like a dragon emerging from the abyss, aiming to pierce through the ancient soul’s head. In an instant, the ancient soul casually dodged the attack, and with a speed that made lightning seem slow, its right hand transformed into a blade and struck Nezha’s back with such force that it stunned Nezha, sending his body into an uncontrollable fall.

With a thunderous crash, Nezha smashed into a house like a cannonball, collapsing it and kicking up a cloud of dust dozens of meters high.

King Huang Feng’s pupils shrank, not daring to engage in close combat but instead hurling his tri-pronged steel fork with the force of ten thousand jun, unstoppable in its momentum.

Just as the steel fork was about to pierce the ancient soul, the ancient soul suddenly struck back with a slap, as easy as one would swat a fly, sending the steel fork flying away.

This scene left everyone’s eyes wide open in shock.

King Huang Feng was a fearsome opponent who had defeated even the mighty Empyrean Demon Sovereign, yet there was someone who could contend with him!

Qin Jun took a sharp breath in astonishment. Damn, how could the ancient soul be this strong?

He quickly turned to Old Man Yi who was still spectating the battle and yelled, "The hell are you waiting for, make your move! This is the mess you’ve stirred up!"

Startled by his roaring, Old Man Yi shuddered, then patted his shoulder and stepped forward.

Daji, Li, Wang Xue, You Fenghuang, Cheng Yi, Dan Mingzi, and more and more people arrived in the courtyard where Qin Jun was, and when they saw the ancient soul, their hearts skipped a beat.

The reason being, the appearance of the ancient soul, like black smoke, was indeed terrifyingly grim.

"It is you, thief of the sacred artifacts, you must die!"

The ancient soul stared coldly at Old Man Yi, a gaze that would have sent shivers down any other person’s spine, but Old Man Yi simply picked his nose with a look of contempt.

"Ptui! What are you, even! Your era is long gone, a lonely ghost like you should be laid to rest!"

Old Man Yi grumbled disdainfully as a fierce wind rose from beneath his feet, making his tattered, dirty clothes flutter noisily, and an aura of invincibility that feared none burst forth from within him, causing Qin Jun to widen his eyes.

Was he about to unleash his full power?

The thought process of the ancient soul was unpredictable, similar to a walking corpse, yet its reactions were swift. It immediately lunged at Old Man Yi.

In the blink of an eye, Old Man Yi suddenly raised his right palm and struck it upward. The earth shook, and a bright light erupted, changing the color of the heavens and earth. A wind so powerful it took Qin Jun by surprise made him instinctively raise his hand to shield his eyes.

Rumbling—

The trembling of the ground sounded like the apocalypse had arrived. In the midst of it all, Qin Jun saw Old Man Yi’s palm energy engulf the ancient soul like a pillar that reached the sky, stunning even Nezha and King Huang Feng.

This old geezer was actually this formidable!

After what seemed an eternity, the bright light faded and everyone could finally see the scene before them. The windstorm snaked from the courtyard up to the high skies, and when they looked up, they saw the clouds torn open by a gaping hole shaped like a handprint, clear for the entire city to see.

"Sss— Is that a divine sign?"

"My God, whose palm is so powerful that it even punched through the clouds!"

"It’s coming from the City Lord’s Mansion!"

"Could there be an invader?"

All who saw the palm print in the clouds couldn’t help but exclaim in shock, the officials of Guarding Slaughter City, including Cheng Yi, were no exception.

Daji and the three women looked at each other in amazement. It seemed that none of the people around Qin Jun were ordinary, and they had previously wondered why Qin Jun would be accompanied by an old beggar, and why he wouldn’t provide Old Man Yi with clean clothes. It turned out that this fellow was a peerless powerhouse.

Nezha’s gaze towards Old Man Yi suddenly heated up— a battle maniac at the sight of a stronger fighter was eager for a challenge.

King Huang Feng’s eyes held some fear. Despite his willingness to battle the Demon King of Bull, that was because the first time he paid tribute to Qin Jun, bullying by the stronger rat demons was a common occurrence. In "Journey to the West," after King Huang Feng captured Tang Monk, he didn’t dare to eat him precisely because he feared the Buddhism that stood behind Tang Monk. Even though he once defeated Sun Wukong, when faced with a truly mighty power, he was still very afraid.

"The spirit of ancient times? Have you destroyed it?"

Qin Jun asked excitedly, not expecting this old, irreverent fellow to also be so domineering.

That palm strike just now was simply too cool!

Old Man Yi didn’t show a smile but instead stared at the sky, saying, "It’s up there, this fellow has grown stronger again!"

As these words came out, Qin Jun started to feel uneasy. He hastily looked up, only to see a small black dot growing larger and larger, clearly indicating that the spirit of ancient times was descending.

"All three of you go together, join forces to eradicate it!"

Qin Jun said through gritted teeth, and Old Man Yi, Nezha, and King Huang Feng all nodded. Then they swiftly took flight, hurtling toward the spirit of ancient times.

The spirit of ancient times had already made its intent to kill Qin Jun clear, and naturally, Qin Jun could not let it be!

Nezha and the others were extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they were about to collide with the spirit of ancient times. They looked like three shooting stars intersecting and striking against the spirit of ancient times, forcing it into a defensive position.

At this rate, it seemed the spirit of ancient times would soon be defeated.

But the uneasiness in Qin Jun’s heart grew stronger, as if the scythe of the Grim Reaper was drawing ever closer to his neck.

"Your Majesty, what is that thing?" Li ran over and asked, her face full of fear, clearly seeing the spirit of ancient times for the first time.

"That is a soul that survived from the ancient Demonic Dao Imperial Dynasty, very strong," Qin Jun said, staring at the spirit of ancient times, causing the others to gasp in shock.

Nothing from the ancient era could be compared to the present day. The dynasties back then were a hundred times stronger than now, because there was no existence of the holy dynasty back then, and the various dynasties were vying for survival amidst conflict, naturally becoming stronger and stronger.

Compared to the ancient era, under the rule of the holy dynasty today, the Human Clan of the Southern Domain was actually considered very peaceful.

Boom-

At that moment, the spirit of ancient times suddenly flung its arm, directly repelling Nezha, King Huang Feng, and Old Man Yi.

"What a domineering power!"

Old Man Yi shook his somewhat numb hands, muttering under his breath with a serious look on his face. Nezha and King Huang Feng also didn’t have it easy, with their vital energies churning, they quickly began to regulate their energy.

Nezha swiftly deployed his three heads and six arms ability, causing Old Man Yi to widen his eyes in astonishment and exclaim, "Eh, this child actually possesses such a long-lost Divine Power!"

King Huang Feng was even quicker to release the Samadhi Divine Wind, and in an instant, the sky above Guarding Slaughter City was swept by the Huang Feng, startling those cultivators hovering in midair to quickly descend to the ground.

The ferocious wind blades ravaged the spirit of ancient times, causing its black smoke-like body to sway, ready to disperse at any moment.

"What kind of Divine Power is this?" Old Man Yi widened his eyes, his heart surging with shock and awe. It seemed he had indeed underestimated Nezha and King Huang Feng.

The body of the spirit of ancient times was being sliced smaller and smaller, and in a short while, it looked like it might dissipate completely.

"Humph! In the face of my Divine Wind, you still dare to be rampant!"

King Huang Feng thought to himself with pride.

The countless cultivators within the city were all stirred up. King Huang Feng’s feat of defeating the Flat Heaven Demon Sovereign with the Samadhi Divine Wind had become legendary, and witnessing the Divine Wind firsthand was enough for them to boast to their friends.

Just then, the spirit of ancient times suddenly moved. It seemed to be unafraid of pain as it passed through the rolling Huang Feng, arriving in front of King Huang Feng, startling the rat-faced King Huang Feng.