The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 420: Battle of the Banquet【Fourth Update】

Chapter 420: Chapter 420: Battle of the Banquet【Fourth Update】

About half an hour had passed when Sun Lin saw that most of the guests had arrived and turned to enter the restaurant. The cultivators thronged around him, a grand and imposing sight that left no doubt about Sun Lin’s leadership presence.

In the courtyard of the Saint Dragon Restaurant, more than twenty tables were set up with geniuses huddling together at each, and there were also many cultivators of lesser fame and status standing around. They were not irritated by the lack of seats; instead, they were excited.

It was rare to see so many renowned geniuses gathered in one place.

Zhu Yanqing sat quietly in a corner, her tablemates all female cultivators chattering away about Sun Lin, Jin Wuhui, Yang Shiqi, Qi Xie, and other unparalleled geniuses. Zhu Yanqing did not join in their topic, content to sip her tea on her own.

"Hey, you’re Jin Wuhui, right? Wanna fight tonight?"

Yang Shiqi came up to Jin Wuhui’s table, lazily placing one foot on a chair and laughed boisterously, causing the cultivators at his and the adjacent tables to look at each other in dismay.

Jin Wuhui, dressed in his usual black, glanced at him and said indifferently, "Not interested!"

Although Yang Shiqi was not weak, in Jin Wuhui’s eyes, he was just a simple-minded child with well-developed limbs and not challenging at all.

Hearing this, Yang Shiqi became instantly annoyed, raised his fist and taunted, "Are you scared? Tsk, and to think you’re the Sacred Emperor’s disciple, so much for that!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a flash of sword light shone, and in the blink of an eye, Jin Wuhui’s sword was at Yang Shiqi’s neck. One more move, and Yang Shiqi would be headless.

The surrounding cultivators were stunned by this scene.

Yang Shiqi was drenched in cold sweat. He could feel the killing intent emanating from Jin Wuhui’s sword, sending shivers down his spine.

He possessed the bloodline of an ancient rare breed. Although his energy refining was not up to par, his physical body was incredibly strong and his senses surpassed those of ordinary people, which made him more aware of danger than others.

"I’m just not interested, don’t push it too far," Jin Wuhui said softly, but with a coldness in his eyes that chilled Yang Shiqi to the bone.

What kind of speed was this?

Even Yang Shiqi hadn’t had time to react.

The cultivators watching how Yang Shiqi dared not move all drew in a cold breath.

The banquet hadn’t even officially begun, and Yang Shiqi was already defeated?

At the peak of the Sacred Emperor, inside the Imperial Garden.

"Tsk, your Yang Shiqi is really something," the Empress laughed behind her hand, her tone filled with disdain.

The Saintess huffed coldly, displeased.

The Sacred Emperor, however, laughed heartily and shook his head, "Jin Wuhui, that lad, is still as haughty as ever."

Words aside, he was actually quite pleased with Jin Wuhui.

"Indeed, Jin Wuhui is impressive," the Saintess also praised, though whether she felt the same in her heart was another matter.

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"Jin, Young Master Yang, let’s not be too hasty to start a fight," Sun Lin quickly walked over and said with a smile, also extremely shocked. He too had failed to see how Jin Wuhui had drawn his sword, realizing that Jin Wuhui was his biggest rival that night.

Upon hearing this, Jin Wuhui sheathed his sword with a speed that dazzled the onlookers.

Nearby, first-rate geniuses like Qi Xie and Xu Tianyou all frowned, deeply wary of Jin Wuhui.

Zhu Yanqing also observed Jin Wuhui, having heard his name countless times, always in comparison to bolster Qin Jun’s reputation.

First on the Righteous Dao ranking list was the Qin Emperor.

Only second was Jin Wuhui.

"Hmph!"

Yang Shiqi, his face red, left in a huff. This scene made the great figures secretly watching the Saint Dragon Restaurant shake their heads.

If Yang Shiqi couldn’t defeat Jin Wuhui tonight, he would be overshadowed by Jin Wuhui in the future, at least in terms of reputation.

Sun Lin walked to the center of the courtyard, clapped his hands, and laughed, "My friends, the Heavenly Convention is upon us, just under half a month away. Tonight’s banquet is meant to foster mutual understanding and encourage one another, to strive together at the Heavenly Convention."

The Heavenly Convention was not just a big event in the Southern Domain but also included geniuses from other domains, so his words were not without merit.

Then Sun Lin started a lengthy discourse, first on the history of the Heavenly Convention and then its impact, captivatin the audience with his excellent eloquence.

Zhu Yanqing listened without interest. Her reason for coming here was out of boredom, and of course, with some indication from the higher-ups of the Saint Sect; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been persuaded just by Sun Lin’s efforts.

Having fallen for Qin Jun, Sun Lin, a dragon among men, was no different from an ordinary person in her eyes.

Even though Sun Lin’s cultivation was higher than Qin Jun’s, she still believed Qin Jun was the best and most impressive person in this world for her.

Even if the sky fell, she believed Qin Jun would hold it up for her.

"Wonder what he’s doing right now," Zhu Yanqing thought as she looked up at the starry sky, the dazzling array of stars seemingly outlining Qin Jun’s features.

Sun Lin, while speaking, also paid attention to Zhu Yanqing, thinking that this was his chance to show off. To his dismay, Zhu Yanqing showed no interest in him, compounding his sense of defeat.

After speaking for the time it takes to burn an incense, Sun Lin finally finished.

"Can we start the main event now?" Qi Xie asked while playing with his cup, causing the previously buzzing courtyard to fall silent at once.

Looking again at Jin Wuhui, Xu Tianyou, Yang Shiqi, and the other top talents, all seemed to be joking in their expressions, clearly getting a bit restless.

Everyone present was from illustrious families and had already dug deep into the Heavenly Convention, only showing face because of the name, Son of Qilin.

"Well then, tonight we will spar with each other, stop at the touch, one on one. I hope everyone will maintain harmony. We are sparring, not fighting," Sun Lin said with a smile, proceeding with some detailed rules before finally approaching Zhu Yanqing’s table.

The scene instantly quieted down, all eyes on Qi Xie. If you’re so eager, why don’t you stand up and challenge someone?

"Hmph, a bunch of fools. The truly terrifying ones haven’t shown up yet!" Qi Xie thought with a sneer, his gaze involuntarily drifting towards the restaurant’s entrance.

Jin Wuhui quietly continued drinking his wine, while Yang Shiqi and Xu Tianyou could no longer contain themselves, raising from their seats almost simultaneously, causing an immediate uproar in the courtyard.

"Tsk, the demon child of God General’s Palace and the youngest son of the Blessed Left General finally clash!"

"Both are utterly lawless beings."

"Who do you think will win?"

"Definitely Yang Shiqi, of course!"

The cultivators chattered amongst themselves as Yang Shiqi and Xu Tianyou locked eyes, both brimming with fighting spirit.

The spoiled sons of the Holy City truly recognized each other.

"Let’s do this!"

Yang Shiqi cracked his neck and chuckled, naturally not regarding Xu Tianyou as a threat since he could kill a rank six Demon Dragon with his own hands.

Xu Tianyou, half a step into the Earth Immortal Realm, was arrogant and proud, not placing anyone of his generation above himself.

The two leaped into the air, heading towards the sky to avoid causing damage to the Saint Dragon Restaurant.

"Hmph!"

Xu Tianyou flexed his arms, his muscles bulging and his stature growing, as he charged toward Yang Shiqi with a fist, ferocious and fast.

Opposite the giant-like Xu Tianyou, the seemingly younger Yang Shiqi appeared somewhat weaker in bearing. Added to that, the recent incident of Jin Wuhui’s sword at his neck made one worry for him.