The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 421: The Blood of Qilin

Chapter 421: Chapter 421: The Blood of Qilin

Facing Xu Tianyou’s attack, Yang Shiqi remained calm and even showed a bloodthirsty smile.

The distance between the two was already short, and in less than a breath’s time, Xu Tianyou’s fist was about to smash into Yang Shiqi’s face.

Thud—

A dull thud resounded, followed by Xu Tianyou spitting blood and being knocked back, almost flying out of the Saint Dragon Restaurant, causing many cultivators to widen their eyes in surprise; they hadn’t expected the aggressively approaching Xu Tianyou to be repelled by a single move.

"Idiot," Qi Xie muttered disdainfully while Sun Lin’s face also broke into a mocking smile.

Who didn’t know that Yang Shiqi’s strength lay in his physical body? Xu Tianyou daring to clash head-on was simply seeking death.

Xu Tianyou wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, fury written all over his face.

Far away, inside a palace on Sacred Emperor Peak, Tianci Zuojiang watched, slapping the table and swearing, "That kid is too brainless, to actually think he could compare strength with Yang Shiqi, who possesses an ancient exotic bloodline."

The woman beside him, anxious, slapped his arm and scolded, "Your son is injured, and you’re still cursing? It’s breaking my heart!"

"Coddling mothers often foster failings in their children!" Tianci Zuojiang trembled with anger. He knew how important tonight’s banquet was; even the three figures at the top of Sacred Emperor Peak were paying attention. A good performance could bring fame and fortune, and possibly even earn the Sacred Emperor’s praise.

Who could have imagined that Xu Tianyou would keep disgracing him, making him wish he could strike down the boy himself.

Yang Shiqi grew more ferocious as the battle waged on, beginning to chase after Xu Tianyou to attack. Having been injured by Yang Shiqi right at the start of their engagement had instilled fear in Xu Tianyou; while dodging, he continually executed spells, but they were all easily shattered by Yang Shiqi’s punches and kicks.

"Tsk tsk, the Little Demon Phoenix versus the Little Overlord, and it turns out the Little Demon Phoenix is stronger!"

"Xu Tianyou worthy of the title Little Overlord? He’s nothing more than a spoiled brat relying on his father!"

"Speaking of the Little Overlord, it reminds me of the Qin Emperor; he also had such a title in the past."

"It’s said that the Qin Emperor himself was incredibly talented, breaking through to the Transforming Void Realm before the age of twenty. In terms of talent, he’s even stronger than Yang Shiqi and the others!"

"Let’s just pray the Qin Emperor doesn’t show up, or else the consequences will be unimaginable."

The banquet’s guests were abuzz with discussion. After all, this was a gathering of geniuses, and they couldn’t help but think of the Qin Emperor.

Although nearly all the top talents of the Southern Domain Human Clan were present, they all paled in comparison to the Qin Emperor.

The Qin Emperor was simply not human!

As the guests whispered amongst themselves, Xu Tianyou was caught by Yang Shiqi once again; a punch met Xu Tianyou’s face head-on, blood spraying as his body flew out like a cannonball, directly out of the Saint Dragon Restaurant.

According to the rules previously stated by Sun Lin, being knocked out of the Saint Dragon Restaurant also counted as a loss.

"Quick, see if Young Master Xu is injured," Sun Lin quickly called out, his heart filled with contempt. A worthless person is worthless, defeated so swiftly.

The guests looked at each other. Jin Wuhui’s earlier strike had rendered Yang Shiqi immobile, leading them to underestimate him. But now that they had seen Yang Shiqi effortlessly defeat Xu Tianyou, they couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath.

Just how strong was Yang Shiqi?

And to what heights had Jin Wuhui reached?

"Brother Seventeen is indeed formidable," Sun Lin said with a smile to Yang Shiqi, whose young and handsome face beamed with a triumphant smile.

"Sun Lin, do you dare to come?" Yang Shiqi taunted, looking at Sun Lin with a smile and even crooking his finger, his contempt plain to see.

All eyes were instantly fixed on Sun Lin, who stood next to Zhu Yanqing. With a smile and unruffled composure, he replied, "Since that’s the case, then as your brother, I shall spar with Brother Seventeen."

As he spoke, he leaped into the air, and a flying sword magically appeared, rapidly circling around him a few times before settling beneath his feet.

It was a rather flamboyant move that captivated the female cultivators present with continuous admiration in their eyes.

"Showing off to the crowd," Qi Xie muttered, curling his lip.

Jin Wuhui’s eyes sparkled, a swordsman upon seeing another swordsman often feels an irresistible urge to draw his sword.

Unlike him, who was dedicated to practicing the sword, Sun Lin was adept at swordplay as well, but his mastery of spellcasting was also remarkably brilliant.

Yang Shiqi’s eyes flickered, and without a second word, he swung his fist at Sun Lin, who promptly raised his right hand with his index and middle fingers together, shooting out a beam of fire that, at first glance, looked like he was wielding a flaming sword in his hand.

"Tonight, I will trample the pride of Saint Sect beneath my feet!" Yang Shiqi shouted arrogantly.

Upon hearing this, the Empress on Sacred Emperor Peak furrowed her brows, casting a meaningful glance at the princess and said, "The princess truly knows how to educate the younger generation."

"Your Majesty misunderstands, Yang Shiqi is naturally unruly, and I certainly can’t control him," the princess said with a covered smile, where one could tell from the amusement in her eyes that this was her doing.

The Sacred Emperor pretended not to hear and focused intently on the scene within the crystal ball.

Yang Shiqi ascended from below, his fist aiming for Sun Lin’s jaw. In a flash of lightning, Sun Lin’s figure flickered, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Yang Shiqi, stepping down hard on Yang Shiqi’s back with his right foot. In an instant, Yang Shiqi felt an unimaginable force pressing on his back, causing his body to be sent flying, but with his extremely robust physique, he managed to stabilize after flying out twenty meters.

"Not a bad speed!"

Qi Xie praised but was not taken aback.

Jin Wuhui’s lips curled into a smile, then he lifted his wine cup and drank leisurely, as if he considered Sun Lin and Yang Shiqi beneath his concern.

Zhu Yanqing was watching the battle, but her expression remained mostly unchanged; after going through so many trials with Qin Jun, the fight between Sun Lin and Yang Shiqi was hardly shocking to her.

Sun Lin went on the offensive, standing on his flying sword and wielding a fire sword, he looked incredibly stylish and suave as he darted about the night sky.

Whoosh—

A sword pierced the void, and Yang Shiqi’s pupils shrank as he quickly retreated. Sun Lin’s fire sword was less than five centimeters from his throat—one more step and it would be fatal.

This scene made the higher-ups within the Palace of Divine Generals break into a cold sweat, and even the princess on Sacred Emperor Peak slightly furrowed her brows.

Meanwhile, Qin Jun and his company were drawing closer to the Saint Dragon Restaurant, and even from a distance of a kilometer, they could already see Sun Lin and Yang Shiqi in the sky above the restaurant.

As the largest restaurant in Holy City, Saint Dragon Restaurant stood eight floors high, dwarfing the surrounding buildings for several blocks.

"Interesting, one with the blood of Qilin, the other with the bloodline of ancient Savage Elephants," Old Man Yi looked ahead, clicking his tongue in wonder and smiling.

"Blood of Qilin? There are Qilins in this world?" Qin Jun asked curiously. He didn’t pay much heed to the ancient Savage Elephants since his mount, the Savage Elephant King, was a descendant of the ancient Savage Elephants.

In his mind, Qilins were even more esteemed than dragons.

Of course, that was just his personal opinion and did not fully represent the descendants of Huaxia.

"Qilins are as powerful as the celestials and deities, having become legends. In my era, it was rare to see any trace of Qilins; at least there were none in the Southern Domain, and I’m not sure about other domains," Old Man Yi shrugged and said.

Qin Jun raised an eyebrow and asked, "Other domains? How many are there in total?"

So far, he only knew of the Western Domain and the vast ocean next to the Southern Domain.