The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 455: The Strength of Zilong【Three Updates】

Chapter 455: Chapter 455: The Strength of Zilong【Three Updates】

"Your Majesty... How did you just do that... That wasn’t..."

Unable to contain his curiosity, Qi Xie flew up to Qin Jun and asked. He had witnessed Duan Qinglan’s use of the Divine Power of the Death Blade and thought Qin Jun was finished with that move, yet Qin Jun had not only survived but also counteracted with the same technique.

That scene gave Qi Xie the feeling as if he had seen a ghost.

"I can’t tell you that," Qin Jun said with a smile, shaking his right index finger, jokingly. This was his trump card, after all!

Then he changed the subject, "Let’s move forward, try to gather all the attendees from the Southern Domain together."

Standing from the perspective of the emperor of Great Qin’s Heavenly Court, it was naturally his wish for these talents to survive, as they would be the pillars of the Heavenly Court in the future.

After all, Qin Jun couldn’t always rely on the God and Demon; the human resources of this world were equally indispensable.

Qi Xie nodded, but his mind kept thinking about why Qin Jun wasn’t affected by the Death Blade and how he managed to use it himself.

There must be an astonishing secret hidden within this matter!

If he had the same abilities as Qin Jun...

Qi Xie’s heart uncontrollably began to pound faster, and he quickly dispelled the wicked thought, muttering to himself, "I have my own path; I should not covet others’, especially as he is not someone I can afford to provoke."

With that thought, Qi Xie instantly felt more at ease.

Letting go was, indeed, a form of relief.

Not to mention that he was no match for Qin Jun in single combat, even if he wasn’t planning on directly challenging Qin Jun, the entire Southern Domain wouldn’t tolerate him if he did.

Qin Jun flew in front, constantly using the secret characters of the array path to observe Qi Xie’s inner thoughts; the boy was sensible enough to restrain his own greed.

The two flew westward, the expanse of the Heavenly Realm appeared boundless and unimaginable, as vast as infinity.

"The next time I encounter you, I must kill you."

Qin Jun squinted his eyes as he thought, naturally referring to Duan Qinglan.

At the same time, he was also thinking that since Duan Qinglan could use Divine Power, it was likely others could too, especially those with widespread fame, like Dongfang Ji and the Lil’ Devil Monarch. He had to be cautious when encountering them; if his Ziwei Emperor Star Dao Fruit suddenly malfunctioned, wouldn’t he be doomed?

He must be careful; he could not be careless in battle with anyone!

...

Time passed quickly, and two days had gone by in a blink.

Inside the Heavenly Convention, half of the people had vanished, yet many remained standing, looking anxiously at the qi movement pillars on the hundred-zhang clay wall.

In the two days that passed, twenty-seven participants had perished. However, there was good news, too, such as Jin Wuhui’s qi movement pillar breaking through ten meters in height, and Yang Shiqi wasn’t doing poorly either, reaching five meters.

The highest qi movement pillar still belonged to Qin Jun, who had broken through to thirty meters. In contrast, Qi Xie had barely managed two meters.

"The Qin Emperor is truly extraordinary, ferocious even in the Heavenly Convention!"

"I feel like Jin Wuhui isn’t far behind either!"

"Anyway, Your Majesty and Jin Wuhui are definitely going to survive until the end!"

"That’s not necessarily the case, no one can be sure when the Heavenly Convention will end."

The commoner cultivators buzzed with discussion. In a loft built temporarily on the high platform, Daji was sitting in meditation. She had practiced here for two days, and without guarding, she felt uneasy.

Chang’e remained by her side, protecting her, and to avoid causing a stir, there was a barrier in front of the loft’s door.

Daji slowly opened her eyes, exhaling a long breath. Glancing through the gap between the barrier and the doorpost, she could see Qin Jun’s qi movement pillar. She was not concerned about the others, only focusing on Qin Jun.

"Don’t worry, he will be fine," Chang’e said, her eyes closed as she spoke. To stay by Daji’s side personally was already her biggest concession. The relationship between the two women hadn’t evolved to one of warm greetings; Chang’e was by nature a cold person.

Daji shook her head with a smile, "Although this palace also believes that, it’s hard to avoid some uneasiness."

Chang’e did not respond, and Daji continued to gaze fondly at Qin Jun’s qi movement pillar.

...

Boom!

A figure plummeted down like a cannonball, crashing into the river and setting off a fountain of water dozens of meters high. Then, the water began to turn red around the center of the disturbance, clearly from the blood.

Qin Jun floated in the air, slowly retracting his hand, as a stream of qi swiftly flew out from the lake, entering his body. This was the manifest state of qi fortune; with each participant he killed, their qi fortune would be taken away and automatically enter the body of their slayer.

Standing by the lake, Qi Xie’s mouth twitched slightly. In the span of two days, Qin Jun had already taken care of over a dozen participants, leaving no opportunity for Qi Xie to intervene.

Qin Jun had a principle; if not provoked, he wouldn’t attack, but if provoked, the number of those he killed would multiply.

"Let’s go, Lil’ Xie!"

Qin Jun beckoned to Qi Xie. To this nickname, Qi Xie was extremely helpless. Although he objected at first, it was to no avail, and he had to accept it.

The two continued flying west.

"It’s been two days, and we haven’t encountered any rare treasures or fortunes of qi movement. Do you think we’re flying in the wrong direction?"

Qin Jun asked Qi Xie with raised eyebrows, to which Qi Xie could only shrug and shake his head, replying, "How would I know? Maybe we’ll encounter something if we keep moving forward."

Following Qin Jun was quite relaxing. He might not be able to grab much qi fortune, but at least he was safe.

Even Qi Xie was reluctant to admit that the feeling of being led by a formidable practitioner was indeed nice.

Just then, the sound of battle thundered from ahead.

The two sped up and saw that behind a mountain, three figures were engaged in fierce combat. Qin Jun’s eyes narrowed immediately because one of the figures was unexpectedly Zhao Yun!

To be precise, Zhao Yun was being attacked by two participants. Wielding his silver spear, his thrusts were fast and his aura fierce, catching his opponents off guard.

"Isn’t that Zhao Yun?"

Qi Xie exclaimed in surprise, remembering that Zhao Yun had followed Qin Jun into the Heavenly Convention and was undoubtedly exceptional.

On closer inspection, Zhao Yun had the upper hand, but the other two did not seem to have any intention of fleeing, preferring to fight it out to the death instead.

"Your Majesty, should we help him out?" Qi Xie asked.

Qin Jun waved his hand, eye twinkling, "Let’s see just how strong Zilong is."

Guan Yu had once said that although Zhao Yun was slightly weaker than him, the gap wasn’t large.

Considering Guan Yu had practiced for a much longer period than Zhao Yun, it was clear Zhao Yun’s cultivation talent was also tremendously fearsome.

He should be able to stand out even among the like of Zhang Yide, known as the ancient brute, and the evil spirit from antiquity, Dian Wei.

Cough cough, whenever he thought of Zhang Fei, he wanted to use the term eunuch, thankfully Zhang Fei could not read minds.

Cling—

With a thrust of his spear, Zhao Yun wrapped spiraling qi around the shaft, piercing through the shoulder of one of the cultivators, blood splashing as the man screamed and flew backwards.

The other cultivator, scared and sweating, quickly tried to put distance between himself and Zhao Yun.

Even together, it was tough to gain the upper hand; alone, he would definitely be overwhelmed.

"Hmph!"

Zhao Yun snorted disdainfully, then turned to salute Qin Jun, who was several hundred meters behind, "I greet Your Majesty!"

As soon as Qin Jun had come within a kilometer, Zhao Yun had known the identity of his approach, but he couldn’t be distracted during combat.

"Zilong, that was quite a feat!"

Qin Jun flew over smiling, the fight, though devoid of splendid spells and Divine Powers, was still quite the spectacle, especially Zhao Yun’s commanding presence while wielding his spear.