The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 422: We Are the Protagonists

Chapter 422: Chapter 422: We Are the Protagonists

"At the edge of the sky, the horizon of the sea, unknown to all, I have only been to the Western Domain." Old Man Yi shrugged, a wistful look on his face: "I once ambitiously sought to travel the world, but after ascending to the throne of the Demon Emperor, I was blinded by my original intentions, and karma eventually led to me being suppressed for ten thousand years."

If he had not coveted power at that time but instead ventured into higher skies, perhaps today the scene would be different.

Qin Jun was so inspired by his words that he wanted to explore the domains beyond the Southern Domain.

But the most pressing matter was to unify the Southern Domain first!

As Qin Jun and others walked and talked, Yang Shiqi’s figure suddenly swelled, previously just a youth’s build, but in the blink of an eye, he reached a height of four meters, his skin tinted a dark green, his muscles robust, exuding explosive strength at a glance.

Yang Shiqi wiped the blood from his face and sneered, "As expected of the Qilin’s son, you’ve made me get serious!"

Sun Lin narrowed his eyes and immediately charged at Yang Shiqi with his flaming sword.

Whoosh!

Yang Shiqi’s figure flashed, instantly appearing behind Sun Lin, throwing a punch that directly hit Sun Lin’s back, sending him crashing to the ground with terrifying force.

This scene caused an uproar among the guests; was the Qilin’s son about to be defeated?

Just by watching, they felt the pain, let alone what Sun Lin himself was experiencing.

Just as Sun Lin was about to hit the ground, he suddenly somersaulted, rapidly adjusting his posture to land steadily.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes aflame with anger. He instinctively looked back at Zhu Yanqing and saw her watching him coldly. Though no different from any other day, at this moment, he felt humiliated, and his rage threatened to explode.

Having the woman he loved by his side could double a man’s fighting spirit.

With a thunderous roar!

Raging flames burst forth from Sun Lin’s body, wrapping around him without damaging his clothes—a crucial detail.

Yang Shiqi’s eyes widened as he felt a soul-deep pressure assaulting him, sending shivers down his spine.

Sun Lin leaped up like lightning, his speed so fast that even Jin Wuhui’s pupils shrank.

Thump!

Yang Shiqi couldn’t even react before a flash of fire, like a fiery streak across the night sky, illuminated the shocked expressions of all.

Blood spurted from Yang Shiqi’s shoulder as Sun Lin looked down at him with an icy, disdainful smile.

Yang Shiqi’s massive body fell, clearly disoriented, his mouth agape, unable to close it.

With a loud thud, Yang Shiqi’s huge body crashed heavily into the courtyard, cracking the ground, making it tremble so that everyone could feel its sheer weight.

Attendants and physicians from the Saint Dragon Restaurant who had been prepared in advance quickly surrounded him.

Enveloped in flames up high, Sun Lin, like a god of fire, looked down upon the scene, his full display of power instantly defeating Yang Shiqi and earning nods of approval from the influential figures watching in the shadows.

The only unhappy parties were probably the Divine General’s Palace and the Holy Maiden.

Sun Lin was a leader among the younger generation in the Holy City, humble and polite to everyone, earning him the good graces of many.

"Interesting," Jin Wuhui laughed softly, a hint of a smile on his stern face, though it seemed to carry a hint of disdain.

Qi Xie’s face also showed gravity, clearly not having anticipated Sun Lin’s strength.

After extinguishing the flames that enveloped him, Sun Lin landed, resuming the appearance of a refined young master. He bowed with a smile: "I’ve made a spectacle of myself, now it’s your turn."

After that, he walked towards Zhu Yanqing.

Having witnessed the battle between Sun Lin and Yang Shiqi, the guests exchanged glances; some were eager to try, others embarrassed, for comparisons could be hurtful. If they performed poorly, it would be embarrassing.

"Sister Zhu, how was my performance just now?" Sun Lin approached Zhu Yanqing with a smile. Although there was still blood at the corner of his mouth, his breath was steady, as if he hadn’t been in a fight.

Zhu Yanqing responded indifferently, "Not bad."

But inwardly, she felt contempt; she could see right through such poor display of showing off.

Then more guests came up to challenge, belonging to the second-tier of talent. While lacking the previous bouts’ brilliance, these fights were still exciting.

Meanwhile, Qin Jun and company also arrived at the entrance of the Saint Dragon Restaurant.

"Stop, without an invitation, no entry is allowed."

The guard stopped Qin Jun’s party, the high-ranking figures of major powers inside focused on the competition in the courtyard, unaware of his arrival.

Besides Qin Jun and his group, many cultivators waited outside the walls, for they could see the talents’ showdown in the night sky from here. Looking around, the rooftops were crowded with people watching the banquet inside the Saint Dragon Restaurant.

"What if I insist on entering?" Qin Jun shrugged and smiled, as if joking.

Me?

The guards exchanged looks, the leading brawny guard spoke sternly, "Don’t cause trouble!"

The guards generally had peak Ascending Mortal Realm or early Transforming Void Realm cultivation, and the presence they gave off when grouped together was quite intimidating.

"Tsk, how imposing," Qin Jun shook his head.

Earth Traveler Monkey immediately stepped forward; the squat figure had been behind them, and this step made him appear as if out of nowhere, startling the guards.

Earth Traveler Monkey sneered as he chanted some strange incantations, and the guards suddenly felt the ground beneath them give way, their bodies dropping.

"Ah, ah!"

"What’s happening?"

"Why am I buried in the ground?"

The guards cried out in fear, only to find themselves sunken into the ground with only their heads above the surface.

The cultivators around gasped at the scene, retreating like the tide, distancing themselves from Qin Jun and his companions.

Qin Jun strode confidently through the entrance of the Saint Dragon Restaurant, while the guards tried to break free, but found themselves immobilized by a mysterious force, unable to move. Soon, they couldn’t even speak.

"A bunch of little lackeys daring to act tough," Earth Traveler Monkey said with disdain, leading the way with shoulders unevenly swinging and a high-stepping gait, a rather showy display, making even Qin Jun want to kick him.

Once inside the Saint Dragon Restaurant, Qin Jun and his party walked along the shaded path.

Soon more guards approached to intercept them, and Qin Jun saw the brightly lit, bustling banquet a hundred meters ahead.

Following Qin Jun’s gaze, one could see Zhu Yanqing sitting in a corner, still favoring her red attire and, just as Qin Jun expected, still sparing her smiles.

Yet the Sun Lin, who was fawning over her, was particularly irritating.

"Hmph!"

Qin Jun coldly huffed in annoyance then quickened his pace.

Chang’e looked at Zhu Yanqing, her eyes full of profound meaning, inscrutable.

"Qin lad, don’t be angry, we can enjoy the show first," Old Man Yi said with a playful laugh.

"A good show? We will be the stars of the next act!" Qin Jun declared coldly, his tone icy, chilling to the bone.