The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 410: Divine Power of Heavenly Magnetism

Chapter 410: Chapter 410: Divine Power of Heavenly Magnetism

Qin Jun hadn’t noticed Crown Prince Qin flying toward them, as he was still enthusiastically watching Qi Xie and the grey-robed man fight.

The two afterimages followed closely, giving the grey-robed man the upper hand. Qi Xie couldn’t differentiate between the real and the fake, essentially facing three opponents at once.

Soon he realized that two of the figures were just shadows, but what of it?

His cultivation was on par with that of the grey-robed man, but unlike Qin Jun, who possessed the secrets of formation glyphs, he couldn’t distinguish between the real and the fake.

But Qi Xie, deserving of his title as a devil prodigy, wasn’t flustered in the least. He quickly discerned the difference between the main body and the afterimages and no longer just defended, he could attack as well.

The two exchanged blows in the air, the grey-robed man’s whip was like a snake, and Qi Xie’s black blade was razor-sharp. As they traded moves, the spectators couldn’t help but get swept up in the excitement, cheering loudly.

Qin Jun guessed that Qi Xie would likely win. Even though their cultivation was similar, Qi Xie’s speed and swordsmanship were unbelievably fast. Even without using his formation glyphs or the power to predict the future, Qin Jun couldn’t discern Qi Xie’s motions.

The grey-robed man was having an even harder time.

With the afterimages rendered ineffective, Qi Xie’s fighting spirit surged. The whip was repeatedly repelled, and he quickly found himself at a disadvantage, in danger of being beheaded at any moment.

After watching for a while, Qin Jun found it uninteresting. Although Qi Xie’s battle prowess was astonishing, he wasn’t afraid. If it came to a fight, he was still confident. However, he always felt that Qi Xie wasn’t fighting with his true ability.

"Worthy of the sacred dynasty, such prodigious talent indeed," Nine Spirits Yuan Saint laughed. He had taken countless disciples, and with one glance he saw that Qi Xie possessed exceptional talent and a wealth of combat experience, making even him feel a sense of admiration.

Meanwhile, Qin Jun pondered, "I always feel like I’ve seen this guy somewhere before!"

And that was at the very beginning of his transmigration, but no matter how hard he pondered, he couldn’t recall.

It couldn’t be helped; from the time he awoke in this transmigration until now, he had encountered too many things, and it was difficult to remember every single detail, especially since he had never interacted with Qi Xie.

"Eh? Could it be him?"

Qin Jun stroked his chin, puzzled. He suddenly remembered a Devil Clan youth he met in Qingtan City while escorting Chang Qianqian back to the Xuanling Sect; because it was the first time he encountered a devil cultivator, he had some memory of him.

The more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed.

Just then, a shout came from behind them, "How dare you, scoundrel, to kill our royal lord and the soldiers of the land army! Your crime is unforgivable!"

The roar was thunderous, resonating so loudly that people from several blocks around could hear it clearly.

Qin Jun and others turned their heads to look, even Qi Xie and the grey-robed man, embroiled in their fierce battle, had to halt.

The oppressive might of the Golden Immortal Realm washed over them like a deluge, causing everyone’s breathing to become labored.

"Golden Immortal Realm’s first layer," Nine Spirits Yuan Saint said with narrowed eyes and a relaxed tone.

Chang’e remained unfazed, Old Man Yi continued drinking his wine at the street corner, and Qin Jun watched with interest as the newcomer approached in a violet-golden robe, topped with a golden crown and hands clasped behind his back, stepping through the air with an explosive presence.

If Qin Jun were a maiden, he might have even had stars in his eyes.

"Isn’t that Crown Prince Qin?"

"Why has he come? From what he said, could the murderer of King Xiangguang be nearby?"

"Sss—Really?"

"Run quickly, be careful not to be mistakenly killed!"

The surrounding cultivators scattered in panic, fearing they’d be caught up in the fray if they didn’t flee fast enough.

The grey-robed man clenched his teeth, turned into a black shadow, and darted behind a row of eaves, disappearing from sight. By the time Qi Xie reacted, he could no longer trace the direction of his escape.

"Let it be!"

Qi Xie landed on an eave and turned to look at Crown Prince Qin, his face filled with solemnity.

His gaze involuntarily shifted toward Qin Jun and the others on the nearby street, his brow furrowed as he muttered, "No wonder even Crown Prince Qin has mobilized. It seems they’re here to deal with him."

Crown Prince Qin against the Qin Emperor?

Qi Xie’s lips curled into a wicked smile, a malevolent expression spreading across his face. Such a matchup was rare to witness on ordinary days.

"Yo, who might you be?"

Qin Jun asked with a grin as he cleaned his ears, his disdainful mannerism causing Crown Prince Qin’s brows to furrow deeply. Qin Jun, dressed in white silk trimmed with gold, his black hair tied back with a thin cord and two strands fluttering in the wind, combined with his incredibly handsome face, stirred even Crown Prince Qin to inwardly praise such a dashing young man!

But admiration aside, he wouldn’t hold back!

"It was you who intervened, wasn’t it?"

Crown Prince Qin’s gaze was fixated on Nine Spirits Yuan Saint. As for Qin Jun, he was deliberately ignored, since the Sacred Emperor had ordered his identity not be revealed, the reason for which he hadn’t asked, but could guess.

Recently, some within the Holy City had become increasingly presumptuous. Using Qin Jun as a stone to knock off their sharp edges suited Crown Prince Qin’s intent just fine since the Sacred Emperor had already laid out a deadly trap at the Heavenly Convention. Hence, using Qin Jun as a tool didn’t give him any psychological pressure.

Nine Spirits Yuan Saint laughed, "What, you fancy a fight with me?"

A first layer Golden Immortal challenging a ninth layer Taiyi Golden Immortal...

Qin Jun, Chang’e, and Old Man Yi all wore odd expressions, but they could empathize. Given Crown Prince Qin’s cultivation, he certainly couldn’t see through the depth of Nine Spirits Yuan Saint. Arrogance, born from blindness, can lead to fatal consequences.

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort, Crown Prince Qin didn’t waste more words but simply raised his hands above his head.

In an instant, everyone suddenly felt as if they were struck by tens of thousands of pounds, and the sensation was rapidly intensifying.

Qin Jun’s face slightly changed. He looked up at Crown Prince Qin and saw he had merely raised his hands with no other visible anomaly—Could it be that he could control gravity?

Or did he possess a force imperceptible to the human eye?

Nine Spirits Yuan Saint also displayed a look of surprise, asking, "What Divine Power is this? It’s as though you have become one with this world."

At those words, Crown Prince Qin’s face dramatically changed, and he immediately pushed his hands toward Nine Spirits Yuan Saint. An invisible, overwhelming force, like a mountain collapsing, came roaring toward him, demolishing buildings and streets in its path and striking right at Nine Spirits Yuan Saint.

To prevent harm to Qin Jun, Nine Spirits Yuan Saint didn’t evade. He raised his right hand and blocked the invisible force, winds whipping up around him and causing his yellow robe to flutter fiercely.

"What kind of power is this..."

Qin Jun exclaimed in shock. Even with the use of formation glyphs, he couldn’t identify this power. It seemed as if Crown Prince Qin had merged with the air itself, using a force as peculiar as atmospheric pressure.

What was the origin of this fellow?

Qin Jun furrowed his brow in thought but wasn’t worried. Merely this amount of power trying to defeat Nine Spirits Yuan Saint?

Utterly laughable!

As expected, Nine Spirits Yuan Saint suddenly swept his sleeve, sending a gale far surpassing Crown Prince Qin’s power straight at him, hurling Crown Prince Qin through the air.

Nevertheless, Crown Prince Qin was a Golden Immortal Realm powerhouse, not an incompetent like Xu Tianyou; he quickly stabilized himself in mid-air.

"To think that you could negate my Heavenly Magnet Divine Power!"

Crown Prince Qin’s mind was engulfed by tumultuous waves.

The reason he had been able to remain a crown prince for eight thousand years was precisely because of this Divine Power. It had allowed him to stay undefeated against his brothers and sisters over the long years.