The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 426 New Features

Chapter 426: Chapter 426 New Features

"Ah—"

Sun Lin’s screams echoed under the night sky for a long time, making one’s scalp tingle.

The guests all looked at Qin Jun’s long spear with shocked faces. What kind of artifact was that? Could it possibly be a treasure?

It could even absorb the soul of the Qilin, chilling to the bone!

"Not good! Protect Young Master Sun quickly!"

The guards from the Saint Dragon Restaurant hastily encircled Qin Jun, but at that moment, the soul of the Qilin was swiftly absorbed by the Silver Dragon Soul-Seeking Spear. Having lost the soul of the Qilin, Sun Lin spat blood toward the sky and then collapsed on the ground.

"Roar—"

The roar of the Qilin’s soul resounded in Qin Jun’s mind, but it vanished after only a brief moment. At the same time, the Silver Dragon Soul-Seeking Spear in his hand became extremely hot, as if it were a burning stick.

Six cultivators at the peak of the Transforming Void Realm attacked from different directions, each wielding a variety of weapons, moving swiftly. If Qin Jun didn’t dodge, he would have certainly been pierced through like a sieve.

Qin Jun snorted coldly, swept his long spear with great force and power, breaking their weapons and sweeping them off their feet.

He then took a large step forward to stand before Sun Lin, raising the Silver Dragon Soul-Seeking Spear high with one hand. Seeing his action, everyone gasped.

"Stop!"

"This is the Holy City, Qin Emperor, don’t go too far!"

"He really is lawless!"

"Does he not know who stands behind Sun Lin?"

The guests hastily advised, knowing that Sun Lin was the top disciple of the current generation in the Saint Sect. If he died, would Qin Jun kill them as well?

A torrential killing intent erupted from the peak of the Sacred Emperor, drawing storm clouds rapidly together, not from the Sacred Emperor, but from the Sacred Empress!

"Mother, we must not act rashly!"

The princess held the back of the Sacred Empress’s hand, her eyes filled with schadenfreude.

The Sacred Emperor said nothing with a gloomy face. Previously, the Sacred Empress and the princess had persuaded him, which actually calmed him down. Now that they saw Sun Lin about to be killed, it was the Sacred Empress who couldn’t sit still.

"Are we just going to let Qin Emperor kill Sun Lin?" the Sacred Empress said angrily, yet both the Sacred Emperor and the princess didn’t answer her. Their cold faces, in fact, looked strikingly alike, leaving the Sacred Empress feeling bleak inside.

The Sacred Empress slowly sat down, seeming to age several years all at once, her face full of helplessness and bitterness.

Powers from all sides watched nervously, but no one dared to go help at the Saint Dragon Restaurant. Everyone knew that an extraordinary powerhouse always followed the Qin Emperor. If they went to help, it would be akin to seeking death.

Besides, if the sky were falling, the Sacred Emperor would bear it. Why should they worry?

"Whoever wishes to kill me, must die, no matter who they are!"

Qin Jun scanned the crowd, and under the night sky illuminated with thunder, his cold face was lit up by lightning. His voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, reaching into everyone’s ears.

In the next second, he plunged his long spear downward.

With a thrusting sound, Sun Lin’s chest was pierced, his last bit of life instantly severed.

"Ding! For killing Sun Lin of the Earth Immortal Realm third layer, you have gained 290,872 experience points!"

"Ding! Completed the side mission—Defeat the Son of the Qilin! You have been awarded a random lottery draw!"

"Ding! New feature unlocked, shop function!"

Three consecutive system notifications sounded. Sun Lin contributed nearly three hundred thousand experience points to Qin Jun—an amount that seemed to correspond with fame, where cultivation was only a part of the equation.

Shop function?

Qin Jun’s eyes brightened. He was very clear about the term ’shop’: it was for purchasing goods. And certainly, the shop in a mythology system would be about buying things like cultivation methods, Divine Powers, and treasures.

But now was not the time to check the shop function, so he had to suppress his curiosity.

He lifted his head, his gaze sweeping over the other talents present, all of whom looked at him with fear, some even in shock, hardly believing that the son of the Qilin had just died.

"Who else wishes to challenge me, I can entertain you all tonight!"

Qin Jun sneered, inciting both fury and dread among the talents. Although they resented Qin Jun’s arrogance, they couldn’t deny his overwhelming strength which deterred them from rashly challenging him.

Even the demon prodigy Qi Xie was silently watching Qin Jun, his feelings incredibly mixed.

Before this, although Qin Jun’s status had far surpassed his, Qi Xie still viewed Qin Jun with a mocking eye, because in terms of personal cultivation, Qin Jun was inferior to him, but the battle just now had completely shattered his pride.

Jin Wuhui’s emotions were also complex, but at least they weren’t as dejected as Qi Xie’s, instead being filled with fighting spirit and tension.

With that thought, he stepped forward, drawing his sword as he walked towards Qin Jun, making the rest of the talents breathe heavily with anxiety.

"Jin Wuhui, you have to be careful!"

"Sun Lin was defeated, are you going to serve yourself up for slaughter?"

"Nonsense! Jin Wuhui is no worse than Sun Lin!"

"Jin Wuhui might even be able to defeat the Qin Emperor!"

Listening to the encouragement of his fellow talents, Jin Wuhui remained unmoved. He walked up to five meters in front of Qin Jun, slowly drew his sword, and said, "You have become my inner demon, I must defeat you!"

The sword intent surged heavenward, tearing a large hole in the rolling thunderclouds, causing Qin Jun to narrow his eyes.

At the same time, he could feel numerous killing intents coming from all directions of the Holy City, among them a particularly dominant aura was flying towards this place.

The Nine Spirits Yuan Saint, Chang’e, and Earth Traveler Monkey hurried to Qin Jun’s side. Old Man Yi chucklingly said to Zhu Yanqing, "Young lady, someone is coming, better stick close to Qin lad to avoid getting hurt."

Zhu Yanqing also felt the oppressive presence from all directions. She nodded and then moved toward Qin Jun.

Qin Jun looked up towards the Sacred Emperor Peak, smiled, and said, "It seems we cannot have our contest tonight, I will give you this opportunity during the Heavenly Convention."

Jin Wuhui frowned slightly, hardly willing to admit that his tensed body had actually relaxed.

Whoosh—

A figure with the sound of breaking air sped over, it was an old man in a gray robe with white hair. His hands were clasped behind his back, brows slightly furrowed, and his gaze fixed intently on Qin Jun and the others below.

"Master..."

Jin Wuhui called out with a respectful salute, causing the surrounding cultivators to stir.

"The Saint Official has come!"

"Legend has it that the Saint Official has already achieved the status of a Golden Immortal, though it is uncertain if that is true or false."

"With the Saint Official here, we are safe!"

"Even the Sky-Suppressing Demon Lord was stepped on by the Qin Emperor, can the Saint Official do anything?"

The cultivators discussed animatedly, and even the streets outside the Saint Dragon Restaurant were boiling over.

For a figure like the Saint Official, even the regular residents of the Holy City seldom saw him, some may never in their lifetime.

Qin Jun squinted at the Saint Official. With the likes of the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint and others beside him, the Golden Immortal Realm powerhouses barely registered in his eyes.

Although such a thought was arrogant, it was an undeniable fact!

"Qin Emperor, do not go too far!" the Saint Official declared, disregarding Jin Wuhui and staring at Qin Jun with a grave voice.

"I go too far? He was the one who proposed to make a move, he wanted to kill me first!" Qin Jun retorted mockingly. "If my strength were as weak as theirs, I’d probably be a corpse by now."

As he spoke, he pointed at the talents who were almost mere bystanders, infuriating them to the point of nearly exploding with anger.

You can show off!

But why must you trample on us?