The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 379: The Arrival of the Dragon King【Third update】

Chapter 379: Chapter 379: The Arrival of the Dragon King【Third update】

Qin Jun and Nezha’s arrival did not attract attention, as only Jin Wuhui and An Lang, who were in a standoff with Hu Yuzhi, recognized them and thus were unaware of their presence.

Squeezing into the crowd, Qin Jun also began to watch with interest the fierce battle unfolding between the Righteous and Demonic Dao!

Facing the coercion of two peerless geniuses, Jin Wuhui and An Lang, Hu Yuzhi was clearly caught in a dilemma.

"If that’s the case, then let’s each rely on our own abilities. After all, even so, who could be a match for Master Hu Feng? The outcome cannot be changed," declared Xie Lai of the Night Moon Gods Sect with a smile, instantly dissipating Hu Yuzhi’s embarrassment and easing the ugliness on his face.

"Enough!" Hu Yuzhi waved his sleeve and, after speaking, turned and entered the ice palanquin.

This left the cultivators feeling awkward again.

If Hu Yuzhi did not take action, how were they to deal with the celestial stone from beyond the heavens?

Even Immortal Realm experts who tried to touch the celestial stone would be bombed into serious injuries; it was estimated that only Hu Yuzhi had the absolute assurance to shatter the celestial stone, while others did not dare to make a move.

For a moment, an awkward atmosphere began to spread.

Jin Wuhui then turned to An Lang and asked, "Does Sect Master Nangong intend to refine that supreme demonic artifact?"

An Lang, who had been about to turn and leave, stopped in his tracks and shook his head with a smile, "That’s not something you should concern yourself with."

Watching his departing figure, Jin Wuhui frowned, suddenly feeling that An Lang had changed; if it had been in the past, An Lang would have drawn his sword without a second word.

"A swordsman should be free from distraction," Jin Wuhui murmured to himself, then turned and walked in a different direction.

Both knew that if Hu Yuzhi did not act, no one could do anything about the celestial stone, so they could only wait for the right moment.

Qin Jun and Nezha had also concealed their auras, and with the crowd around them, Jin Wuhui and An Lang did not notice that a dreaded figure had already arrived.

"It seems we’ll have to wait a while longer," said Qin Jun, shrugging his shoulders. Naturally, he could not let Nezha smash into Chang’e – what if Chang’e were harmed?

Nezha chuckled, "Shall we clear out these people first?"

At these words, several cultivators around them gave him strange looks, as if they were staring at an idiot.

Nezha’s gaze hardened, making the cultivators feel as if they were in a cold dungeon, shivering all over, and they dared not look at him again.

"There’s no need for now. If we act at this moment, it might attract even stronger people," Qin Jun shook his head. He had only brought Nezha, and although there were few in the Southern Domain who could rival Nezha, he still feared a joint attack. If it were known that he was present, the Demonic Dao’s Nine Excellences, the Righteous Dao’s Five Heroes, and even the Holy Dynasty would probably send strong forces to encircle him.

Now he had made too many enemies, he could not afford to be careless.

He should have brought King Huang Feng along too.

Qin Jun sighed inwardly, but if King Huang Feng had been brought out, what if the Demon King of Bull took the opportunity to attack the flatlands of heaven?

Alas!

There were too few strong individuals at the Golden Immortal Realm!

Qin Jun was full of regret, but with Chang’e’s assistance, Great Qin was undoubtedly stronger.

Hu Yuzhi’s ice palanquin landed on the grass, and no one dared approach within a ten-meter radius.

Qin Jun began to meditate with closed eyes, quietly waiting for time to pass, but most cultivators were excited and tense, unlike him, who could still focus on training.

Night fell.

An Lang and Jin Wuhui remained hundreds of meters away from Qin Jun, and thus he did not expose his identity.

"System, how much longer until Chang’e emerges?" Qin Jun inquired.

While absorbing energy, Qin Jun silently questioned himself; every other God and Demon had appeared before him within a day. Why was it that Daji acted like such a diva? Damn it, after so much chasing and searching, now he had to wait.

"At the latest, by tomorrow night."

The system’s response left Qin Jun with no choice but to accept his fate.

For the goddess, endure!

...

The incident with the celestial stone stirred up quite a commotion, although the news had not reached the lands of stable peace.

After Qin Jun departed, Liu Bowen, Zhuge Liang, and other civil officials began to implement some policies Qin Jun had set before leaving, and the lands of stable peace were also entering a track of stability.

High above the layers of white clouds, a majestic figure was flying—a gargantuan black dragon, resembling the Great Wall in size, with sunlight reflecting off its black scales as if glistening metal. Its four claws could easily tear apart a house, and its dragon eyes were as large as water jars.

A rough estimate suggested that the black dragon was at least a kilometer long. Even from a distance of tens of thousands of meters, one could see a black shadow flying across the sky.

An overwhelming presence emanated from it, with the winds it stirred howling like the horns of death.

"Roar—"

Suddenly, the black dragon let out a roar that pierced the clouds, resonating down into Guarding Slaughter City below.

The whole city was in an uproar. The sound of a dragon’s roar?

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

One after another, figures flew to the skies above Guarding Slaughter City. Daji, Li, Wang Xue, King Huang Feng, Taming Dragon Arhat, Yuan Hong, and others—all with serious expressions—looked towards the black dragon in the high sky, the oppressive aura stronger than even the Demon King of Bull, making them gasp for air.

"We’re done..." With a pale face, Li muttered as she looked up at the sky.

Daji couldn’t help but comfort her, whispering gently, "Don’t be afraid, Huang Feng and the others are very strong."

"He is my father..." Li said with her head lowered, shocking Daji so much she widened her beautiful eyes.

The rest of the crowd looked at her with surprise. By that account, was this not an enemy?

...

The moon set and the sun rose.

More and more cultivators gathered at the Fire-End Plain, even attracting a True Immortal Realm powerhouse, causing many cultivators to retreat, not daring to approach the giant pit.

This day, finally someone became impatient.

"Let’s cast our spells together and smash this celestial stone!"

The one who spoke was Ghosthand Xiao from the Black Destructor Sect. This guy had some brains and didn’t act alone; instead, he stirred up the crowd and enlisted other cultivators.

Soon, hundreds of cultivators followed him towards the giant pit, naturally, most of those cultivators were neither from the Demonic Dao’s nine greats nor the Righteous Dao’s five heroes.

As they moved, it immediately drew the attention of the vast majority, including Qin Jun.

"Could they possibly destroy that celestial stone?" Qin Jun asked Nezha with a frown.

"Impossible. The hardness and strength of that celestial stone are beyond imagination. Unless I make a full-power strike to break it, them?" Nezha snorted with laughter, his words filled with contempt.

The majority of the hundreds of cultivators were from the Ascending Mortal Realm and Transforming Void Realm, and there was only one from the Immortal Realm. The idea of shattering the celestial stone was evidently a fantasy.

Hu Yuzhi also stepped out from her ice palanquin. She hadn’t reached the Golden Immortal Realm, so she too was nervous that the celestial stone might be destroyed by Ghosthand Xiao and the others.

Zhou Mingyue, the True Immortal Realm powerhouse who arrived today, also stood up slowly. Dressed in a green robe and wearing a jade flute at his waist, he was an elder of Liyuan Valley, second in status only to Hu Yuzhi among those present.

Ghosthand Xiao flew above the celestial stone, with hundreds of cultivators spread out around him. Everyone simultaneously launched their most powerful spells, their spiritual power and mana taking different forms and bombarding the celestial stone. A flash of intense light burst forth, dazzling most people to the point of being unable to open their eyes.

Then, that mysterious force once again emerged from the celestial stone, sweeping in all directions. The cultivators above were blown away and spat blood before they could react, blown back in a spectacle resembling a bomb detonating and sending hundreds flying simultaneously.