The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 490: The Name of a Person

Chapter 490: Chapter 490: The Name of a Person

Facing the Grand Astral Officer’s question, Black Butterfly Fairy said indifferently, "I just want to protect him. You can continue your actions, rely on your own methods."

Her remark made the Grand Astral Officer tremble with rage, and even the Second Astral Officer was somewhat angry. It was clear to them that Black Butterfly Fairy was planning to hog the Wheel of Fate for herself.

They didn’t believe for a second that Black Butterfly Fairy truly wanted to help Qin Jun, there was no kinship between them, so she had no reason to protect him.

"You..." The Grand Astral Officer was so angry he didn’t know what to say.

Unable to sit still anymore, the Second Astral Officer transmitted a message to the Grand Astral Officer, "How about we join forces and get rid of her first?"

The power that Black Butterfly Fairy displayed was above that of the Grand Astral Officer, posing a greater threat. Eliminating the strongest first, he could then struggle against the Grand Astral Officer.

Upon hearing this, the Grand Astral Officer began to ponder.

Though Black Butterfly Fairy’s gaze did not shift towards them, one could vaguely see the corners of her mouth lifting beneath her veil.

Boom!

Suddenly, the Grand Astral Officer erupted with an imposing aura and slowly stood up. Seeing this, the Second Astral Officer also rose to his feet, their terrifying presence causing the entire Heavenly Convention God Temple to tremble.

Black Butterfly Fairy yawned lazily and said softly, "So impatient."

After speaking, she too stood up, ready to confront the Grand Astral Officer and the Second Astral Officer head-on.

A great battle was about to unfold.

...

Thud!

Qin Jun held the Silver Dragon Annihilation Spear in one hand, its tip piercing through the shoulder of a young man, lifting him high into the air.

"You’ve lost," Qin Jun said with a cold sneer, his expression filled with disdain.

The young man suspended in the air was filled with rage, but having heard of the Holy Emperor of Qin’s way of conduct, he knew he was no match for Qin Jun, so through gritted teeth he said, "I concede!"

Had it been someone else, they probably would have killed him on the spot to seize his qi movement, but the Holy Emperor of Qin was different. If you conceded, he would spare your life.

Everyone thought Qin Jun was kind.

Little did they know Qin Jun only wished to avoid karma from killing. Since there were consequences for actions within the Heavenly Dao, and those consequences for slaughter would surely exist, he could wait until the end of the Heavenly Convention to take action. By then, everyone’s qi movement would be ripe for the taking.

Hearing the young man’s concession, Qin Jun tossed him aside nonchalantly. His strength was immense and even though it was just a casual throw, the man was flung dozens of meters away. He landed heavily and stumbled a few steps back before stabilizing himself.

At that moment, Qi Xie, An Lang and a group of Southern Domain geniuses sneered as they surged towards him.

The sight scared the young man to his core, and he promptly turned to flee, cursing as he ran, "You bunch of opportunists!"

Unfortunately, no one paid him any mind, quickly surrounding him instead.

Qin Jun acted as if he hadn’t seen anything, he could let someone go, but he wouldn’t interfere with others seizing qi movement.

Jin Chanzi chanted, "Amitabha."

Despite his usually carefree demeanor, he really disliked killing.

Yang Jian, who was meditating in the distance, stood up and slowly approached. Qin Jun transmitted a message asking, "How’s it going?"

"It’s nothing, I’ve completely recovered," Yang Jian replied.

Thanks to his formidable physical strength, his recovery speed far exceeded those of the same realm, otherwise, how could he have healed in just a few days from the side effects brought on by the Limit Pill.

Qin Jun nodded. Now that Yang Jian had returned to his prime, he instantly felt relieved. These past days he had been worried that the Grand Astral Officer and Second Astral Officer might suddenly attack.

According to experience, the Astral Officers remaining at the end were definitely the strongest.

Soon, Qi Xie and others returned. An Lang grumbled, "Every time you beat me to it!"

To that, Qi Xie merely smiled. His qi movement was pitifully less compared to Qin Jun’s.

Qin Jun clapped his hands and laughed, "Let’s keep moving. The Heavenly Convention seems to be nearing its end."

The presence of killing intent in the air grew stronger, and encountering participants became increasingly difficult, a marked difference from the beginning.

It was evident that the number of participants was dwindling, the formidable talents were starting to reveal their viciousness, embarking on a mad hunt.

He had to defeat all the participants, and as for qi movement, Qin Jun was looking forward to acquiring some treasures of qi movement. Further refining his body with qi movement could be even more powerful than killing a thousand participants.

Thus, Qin Jun and his companions began their hunt for participants as well.

Almost every ten miles, they could see the bodies of participants, filling the land with an atmosphere of stern killing intent.

About five hours passed.

Qin Jun and his companions, flying high in the sky, were suddenly bound by an invisible force, immobilized.

"What is this..." Yang Jian frowned. The invisible force hadn’t bound him, and Jin Chanzi was also able to withstand it.

But they wondered, what kind of force was this?

"Since the Heavenly Convention now has only a thousand participants left, we will now begin to gather them!"

A cold voice sounded, very similar to the black envoy who had opened the entrance to the Heavenly Realm.

As the voice faded, Qin Jun and the others were pulled by that invisible force towards a certain direction. The strong wind battered them, causing great discomfort.

Yang Jian and Jin Chanzi exchanged looks and promptly followed.

Meanwhile, participants from all corners of the Heavenly Realm were yanked in the same direction by this mysterious force, including those who had hoped to hide until the end.

"Is this the power of the Realm Spirit?"

Qin Jun wondered in his mind, if the Realm Spirit of the Heavenly Realm was destroyed, the Mythology System would unlock new functions.

"Yes!" The system quickly replied, and Qin Jun detected a hint of excitement in its tone.

The system had sent Qin Jun here, seemingly with the purpose of subjugating this world. Could it be interested in the Heavenly Realm too?

No matter what, since he had already killed so many Astral Officers and completely offended the God Temple, what was one more Realm Spirit?

About an incense stick’s time passed.

Qin Jun and his companions flew thousands of miles and landed in a massive canyon. This canyon was ring-shaped, much like an arena, and at that moment, there were already four to five hundred people inside.

Seeing Qin Jun and his impressive entourage fly in, many participants turned to look.

"They are the participants from the Southern Domain!"

"The Southern Domain? Who is the Holy Emperor of Qin?"

"It’s that young man in white in the front, have you not been defeated by him?"

"No..."

"We’ve all been defeated by him; you’re really lucky..."

The several hundred people in the canyon instantly became agitated, as the majority had been vanquished by Qin Jun, thus recognizing him at once.

Among them, the Lil’ Devil Monarch was also in the crowd, his face shadowed with a gloomy visage.

Just thinking back to the scene with the Five-headed Flood Dragon, he shuddered involuntarily, took a deep breath, and pretended not to see Qin Jun.

But the other participants had no intention of letting him off.

Now, the Holy Emperor of Qin, Dongfang Ji, and Lil’ Devil Monarch were recognized as the three strongest individuals in the Heavenly Realm, with Jin Wuhui following closely behind.

With the Holy Emperor of Qin and Lil’ Devil Monarch facing each other, it was natural for them to hope for a clash between the two.

Although rumors suggested that the Lil’ Devil Monarch had been scared off by the Holy Emperor of Qin, most people didn’t quite believe it.

Seeing is believing, hearing is deceptive.

Qin Jun and his companions quickly touched down, and unlike at the outset, the Southern Domain geniuses now stood tall and proud, looking at the other participants without fear, even with a trace of mockery on their faces.

Scanning the crowd, they recognized most faces, all of whom had once begged for mercy under Qin Jun’s feet.