The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 377: Strongman on the Ground List

Chapter 377: Chapter 377: Strongman on the Ground List

"Mortals, oh mortals..."

Qin Jun gazed at the backs of the three people leading the way, his heart filled with emotion.

It was indeed sad that they had offended someone beyond their means due to their lack of insight.

Of course, Qin Jun wouldn’t show them any mercy. Who knew how many atrocities these three had committed. Simply by listening to their conversation, he could tell this wasn’t their first time.

Nezha was also sneering. A mere yawn from him could leave the three people in front of him without a place to be buried, so he couldn’t even get angry at their scheming— he found it hilarious.

And so, Qin Jun and Nezha followed them out of the city.

Along the way, the two didn’t interject, instead silently listening to the others’ idle talk. It turned out that the heavenly stone had caused quite a stir—every time blood touched the stone or it was struck by a great force, it would unleash an invisible power that blasted the surrounding cultivators to death.

The more mysterious it was, the more it attracted people.

In three days, it drew many renowned cultivators, all of whom returned empty-handed. However, as time passed, stronger cultivators arrived, even attracting geniuses from the People Rankings and powerhouses from the Earth Rankings.

The People Rankings was a leaderboard of geniuses, and the Heaven Rankings was a list of powerhouses of the entire Southern Domain.

As for the Earth Rankings, like the People Rankings, it was divided into the Righteous and Demonic rankings. The Righteous Earth Ranking listed cultivators below a thousand years old, with no limitation on cultivation level, the strongest reaching the True Immortal Realm, and the weakest at the Immortal Realm, totaling a thousand people.

Of course, this didn’t mean there were only a thousand True Immortal Realm powerhouses in the Southern Domain—it simply meant there were fewer than a thousand people under a thousand years old who had reached the True Immortal Realm.

Qin Jun also heard some familiar names, such as Jin Wuhui, the number one genius of the Righteous Dao, and An Lang, the number one genius of the Demonic Dao. Jin Wuhui needed no mentioning, but An Lang had a subsidiary quest related to Qin Jun—if subdued, Qin Jun would have the chance for a God and Demon summoning, as well as a God and Demon dungeon opportunity.

"Pity it’s not some treasured artifact for refining; it’s my subordinate."

Qin Jun inwardly chuckled. If those geniuses from the People Rankings and powerhouses from the Earth Rankings saw an unrivaled fairy leaping out of the heavenly stone, heaven knew how they would react.

After leaving the city, they traversed hills and valleys. Along the way, they encountered many cultivators, most in a rush, none bothering to interact with them.

Upon inquiring, Qin Jun learned that this place served as an intersection for both the Righteous and Demonic paths, essentially another land with no master.

The blue-clad young man was named Xue Hua, a formal disciple of Liyuan Valley among the Righteous Dao’s Five Heroes. Leveraging his status, he spoke arrogantly, looking down on others.

The other two were apprentice disciples of Liyuan Valley and essentially flunkies to Xue Hua.

They seemed to already view Qin Jun and the other as good as dead, so Xue Hua didn’t bother to conceal his information. Whatever Qin Jun asked, he answered.

"How far is Fire-End Plain from here, and which way?" Qin Jun asked with a smile on his face. They would be heading to hell after answering this question!

Just as Xue Hua was about to speak, a white-robed youth resembling a sword immortal descended from the sky on a flying sword, landing above the forest and looking down at Qin Jun and the others.

"Do you know the way to Fire-End Plain?" The white-robed youth spoke indifferently, his tone devoid of emotion.

Such a poser.

Qin Jun inwardly scoffed. White was the ultimate color for posers, and looking down from above completed the cool detached attitude. Combined, they were devastating, especially against young girls, with endless lethality.

"Are you... the White Sword Hero Xia Xuanming?"

Xue Hua excitedly inquired, like an avid fan. His two companions perked up at the mention, equally thrilled.

Qin Jun was speechless; he felt like he had seen the name Xia Xuanming somewhere on the People Rankings, but he couldn’t quite remember. After all, he was now number one on that list.

The one in first place never cares about those behind.

Xia Xuanming nodded slightly, his eyebrows furrowed in a display of impatience, which scared Xue Hua into hastily pointing westward and saying, "If you go straight for four to five hundred miles, you’ll reach Fire-End Plain."

"Hm!"

Xia Xuanming came swiftly and left just as quickly, truly living up to his name as the White Sword Hero.

Xue Hua and the two companions started an excited discussion of Xia Xuanming’s legendary accomplishments, much to Qin Jun’s speechlessness.

"Alright, now that we know the direction and distance, let’s not waste any more time."

Qin Jun waved his hand and smiled at Nezha. He was mainly concerned because he sensed an increasing number of cultivators rushing towards Fire-End Plain, wondering if he would be too late to save Chang’e.

Nezha nodded, then approached Xue Hua and the other two.

"What do you think you’re doing?" Xue Hua turned around and asked with a frown, his right hand reaching for the long sword at his waist.

Qin Jun couldn’t be bothered to explain; he leapt into the air, activating the Riding Clouds technique and soaring skyward, leaving Xue Hua and the other two dumbfounded.

What kind of spell was that?

Too bad nobody was there to explain. With a cold laugh, Nezha swung his hand, and the three men felt a chill at their necks. Blood spurted out, and the next second, everything spun around them. As they lost consciousness, they vaguely saw their own bodies.

Decapitated!

After killing them, Nezha quickly followed Qin Jun.

For those who intended to ambush them, Qin Jun had no mercy in his heart.

The two followed the direction Xue Hua had indicated and quickly flew off.

...

A cloudless sky spanned above Fire-End Plain.

The crowd swarmed around the giant pit created by the impact of the heavenly stone, with many flying artifacts hovering in the air. The scene was quite spectacular.

"Two of the Righteous Dao’s Five Heroes have come, and three of the Demonic Dao’s Nine Esteemed have arrived. It seems this heavenly stone is bound to lead to a river of blood."

"Tsk tsk, we are just here to enjoy the show."

"Scavenging for the dead—that’s my goal."

"Such a huge chunk of heavenly stone—if it gets shattered, picking up even a small piece could mean a fortune!"

The cultivators discussed among themselves.

Jin Wuhui, in black attire, sat on a large rock cultivating, seemingly undisturbed by the clamor of the plains; a distance away, An Lang, dressed in purple, kept an eye on him.

One was number two on the Righteous Dao People Rankings, and the other was number one on the Demonic Dao People Rankings.

Before Qin Jun’s meteoric rise, the two were often compared by the world. Although Jin Wuhui had been displaced by Qin Jun, An Lang still regarded him as a formidable rival. As for Qin Jun, that was the standard he aspired to reach.

"Tsk tsk, Jin Wuhui and An Lang are at it again. I wonder if they’ll fight this time."

Some cultivators pointed and jested at the two, who had sparred once before. At that time, they had not known each other and ended in a draw, a tale that became widely talked about.

But this time, An Lang didn’t engage with Jin Wuhui. He merely watched him for a while and then shook his head with a smile before turning to leave.

"Compared to him, what’s a Jin Wuhui worth? Why should I obsess over the title of genius?"

As An Lang thought this to himself and looked up at the Earth Rankings powerhouses standing on their flying artifacts, he suddenly wondered what expressions they would bear if Qin Jun arrived?

Of course, he hoped Qin Jun wouldn’t come. If Qin Jun did, would he even get a share of the heavenly stone?

"The master of North Snow Peak, Hu Yuzhi has