The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 434: Yimo Emperor

Chapter 434: Chapter 434: Yimo Emperor

"Tremble! Fear! Despair!"

Marquis Zihan looked down at Qin Jun and the others with a wild laugh, making the chilling atmosphere between heaven and earth even heavier.

Disciples of Saint Sect and many in the Holy City who heard his voice began to panic. There was no helping it, combined with the strange phenomena in the sky and his terrifying words, most people were unable to remain calm.

Besides, Marquis Zihan was a Scattered Immortal Realm powerhouse, whose pressure was difficult for even those in the Golden Immortal Realm to withstand, let alone most people in the Holy City who were below the True Immortal Realm.

Qin Jun was speechless when he heard this. Are you insane?

However, he could understand Marquis Zihan’s mentality. In Marquis Zihan’s view, it was impossible for anyone in the Southern Domain to be more formidable than him. Just considering the powerhouses in the Golden Immortal Realm, there were only a few in the entire Southern Domain, let alone a Scattered Immortal Realm powerhouse.

Coming to a place where he could do whatever he wanted, it was only human for Marquis Zihan to become arrogant. However, no matter how Qin Jun looked at it, he felt the man was somewhat mentally deranged.

"Jiuling Yuan Sheng! Take him down in a second!"

Qin Jun called out impatiently. Take him down in a second?

Old Man Yi, Sha Wujing, Earth Traveler Monkey, Chang’e— all looked at Jiuling Yuan Sheng with surprise. Was he that formidable?

Marquis Zihan and Sacred Emperor didn’t understand what "take down in a second" meant, but Marquis Zihan didn’t continue his rampage. Instead, he raised his hand and pressed it downwards. The giant face that covered the sky descended, giving off a terrifyingly apocalyptic sensation.

Jiuling Yuan Sheng let out a cold laugh and suddenly stretched his neck. His lion head swiftly enlarged, and in less than a second, it grew ten thousand times bigger. He opened his mouth wide and bit upwards.

In an instant, Marquis Zihan’s pupils shrank, and before the color of his face could change, Jiuling Yuan Sheng swallowed him in one bite— even the giant purple face behind was bitten off in large chunks by Jiuling Yuan Sheng.

It was as if Jiuling Yuan Sheng had bitten off half the sky.

This scene left countless Saint Sect disciples and cultivators hovering above the Holy City with their eyes wide open, unable to believe what they were witnessing.

The lion head, large as a mountain, roared up at the sky with deafening ferocity.

Even Qin Jun gaped at Jiuling Yuan Sheng at this moment, damn, that’s domineering!

Old Man Yi’s eyes widened. Although he knew Jiuling Yuan Sheng was strong, he had not expected him to be able to swallow a Scattered Immortal Realm powerhouse like Marquis Zihan in one gulp.

Jiuling Yuan Sheng quickly retracted his neck and returned to his original state. Then he licked his lips and let out a satisfied burp, leaving the spectators speechless.

A Scattered Immortal Realm powerhouse was just eaten like that?

"Jiuling Yuan Sheng, you must be careful," Qin Jun asked nervously.

He couldn’t help but recall the story of Sun Wukong entering the belly of Princess Iron Fan. He hoped Marquis Zihan wouldn’t start eroding Jiuling Yuan Sheng from inside.

Jiuling Yuan Sheng shook his head with a smile, "Don’t worry, I didn’t just eat him ordinarily, I used Divine Power."

Swallowing Heaven and Earth, suggestive of its formidable nature!

If his cultivation were stronger, swallowing entire small worlds in one gulp wouldn’t be a problem.

"So is he dead?" Qin Jun asked with a smile, his heart feeling extremely delighted. A powerhouse of the Scattered Immortal Realm had fallen just like that. If word got out, probably no one would believe it.

Turning to look at Sacred Emperor, the wretch’s mouth was wide open, his body stiff, standing petrified like in midair at a distance.

At this moment, Sacred Emperor was completely dumbfounded. Marquis Zihan was his nightmare, and he hadn’t expected such a swift downfall, which made him doubt his life.

"How is this possible... That was Marquis Zihan..."

Sacred Emperor murmured tremblingly, even forgetting to flee.

As Jiuling Yuan Sheng glanced at Sacred Emperor, he squinted and answered, "It’s not possible to kill him completely for now. It will take some time to refine him."

"I might as well do it. I could tear him apart in one move!" Old Man Yi ranted with some anger in his voice.

Whenever he mentioned the God Temple, he could not help but become furious.

He himself had been suppressed by the God Temple for ten thousand years. If it weren’t for his profound cultivation, he probably would have died long ago.

Qin Jun asked with a smile, "Really?"

If he could kill Marquis Zihan on the spot, that would be perfect!

The longer the night, the more dreams.

"Of course!" Old Man Yi crossed his arms over his chest, lifted his chin, and snorted, assuming an air of self-importance just second to Heaven itself.

Upon hearing this, Qin Jun immediately said to the Nine Spirits Yuan Holy, "Release that guy and finish him on the spot!"

In the midst of speaking, he stepped back behind Old Man Yi to avoid a surprise attack from Marquis Zihan.

The Nine Spirits Yuan Holy nodded and spat out Marquis Zihan, a sight that stirred up excitement in the Sacred Emperor watching from afar, who thought Marquis Zihan had forcefully broken out.

At this moment, Marquis Zihan’s face was full of rage and his body exuded a fierce aura. Soon he froze, puzzled as to why he had been released.

"Hahaha! You are playing with fire!"

Marquis Zihan said with a threatening tone, laughing at the Nine Spirits Yuan Holy, readying his hand to take his revenge at any moment.

Slap!

Just then, a hand resembling a withered tree landed on his shoulder—it was Old Man Yi.

Standing behind Marquis Zihan, Old Man Yi’s face was filled with cold murderous intent, and his eyes were as sharp as cold flashes of light. The terrifying killing intent enveloped Marquis Zihan, making his entire body stiffen.

How is this possible...

This killing intent...

Marquis Zihan turned around tremblingly, his gaze only meeting Old Man Yi’s for a moment before he could react when—spurt—a sound rang out as Old Man Yi’s other hand pierced through his chest, blood splattering everywhere, making Qin Jun and the others’ eyelids twitch.

The Sacred Emperor standing at a distance began to tremble as he pointed at Old Man Yi, murmuring in fright, "He’s back... he has returned..."

"You..."

Marquis Zihan’s eyes were filled with fear and despair, his face covered in cold sweat.

He found himself unable to move his body as if some invisible force had bound him, making escape impossible.

Qin Jun also looked at Old Man Yi in astonishment; although he had estimated Old Man Yi to be strong, he hadn’t expected him to be this powerful.

"God Temple’s dog, I’ll kill every one of you I see!"

Old Man Yi said coldly, and as his words fell, he violently exerted his arms, blood and flesh flew, and he tore Marquis Zihan to shreds.

A beam of light flew out from Marquis Zihan’s torn body, attempting to escape, but Old Man Yi reached out and pulled it back from the air—it was Marquis Zihan’s Primordial Spirit, which struggled frantically but all in vain.

"Your Majesty, doesn’t your Silver Dragon Soul-hunting Spear manage to capture souls?"

Old Man Yi turned and said with a cold smile to Qin Jun, but his smile seemed so bloodthirsty.

Qin Jun was taken aback, not noticing the title Old Man Yi used for him, but took out the Silver Dragon Soul-hunting Spear. The quality of the spear would surely soar if it absorbed the Primordial Spirit of a late-stage Scattered Immortal Realm expert like Yimo Emperor.

As for the sense of guilt, facing Marquis Zihan, it was hard for him to muster even a sliver of it.

"Ahhhh! No, please! I beg you to spare me!"

Marquis Zihan cried out in terror, his usual domineering presence gone.

Qin Jun stabbed his Primordial Spirit with a spear, and with a boom, the body of the spear grew hot as Marquis Zihan’s Primordial Spirit was violently sucked into the Silver Dragon Soul-hunting Spear.

"Even if I turn into a ghost, I won’t let you off! Ahhhhhhh—"

The screams of Marquis Zihan echoed across the Saint Sect Peak, making Qin Jun smirk and mutter, "Damn it, you don’t even have a chance to become a ghost!"

"Ding! Side mission completed—The Wrath of the Demon Emperor! You have earned the loyal following of Yimo Emperor, a late-stage Scattered Immortal Realm cultivator!"