The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 590: The Poison Saint

Chapter 590: Chapter 590: The Poison Saint

"Why have you come forward now?"

Qin Jun’s face was full of confusion; he had been back in the Southern Heavenly World for more than just a day or two.

The celestial spirit spread its hands, "Because someone is attempting to devour the Southern Heavenly World right now."

Upon hearing this, Qin Jun’s eyes widened, and he asked in a deep voice, "Where is this person?"

Devouring the Southern Heavenly World?

Wasn’t that the same as devouring tens of millions of people?

The Southern Heavenly World was home to countless islands, large and small, with a permanent population of at least tens of millions. Moreover, every day, innumerable cultivators would come and go through the various teleportation points.

"At the border of the Southern Heavenly World, I can take you there."

The celestial spirit said coquettishly, and as its voice fell, the scene around Qin Jun shattered like glass. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing before the Saint Emperor Palace.

He took a deep breath and called out in a stern voice, "Someone come!"

The voice didn’t resound throughout the entire Saint Emperor Peak, but swiftly a man dressed in a black tight-fitting outfit flew over. He was wearing a mask and exuded a solemn aura.

"Your Majesty!"

The man in black knelt down and saluted with clenched fists. He was one of the Emperor’s Guard Army, an organization established by Qin Jun. Members of the Emperor’s Guard Army had to be at least at the True Immortal Realm and were directly under Qin Jun’s command. All their operations were conducted in secret. Currently, there were only seven members; the rest were still in training. They had to be completely loyal and unafraid of death.

"Summon the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint!"

Qin Jun ordered in a deep voice, directly calling upon a Daluo Realm powerhouse. Kua Fu and Li Yuanba, two battle maniacs, had gone off to fight again, and within the Saint Emperor Peak, the only Daluo Realm powerhouse was the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint.

"Yes!"

The member of the Emperor’s Guard Army disappeared from the spot immediately.

Qin Jun asked in his mind, "Which direction should I head in?"

"Northwest!" the celestial spirit responded quickly.

"Tsk tsk, devouring a small world, it seems the other party must possess some bizarre divine power or have brought something with them," Ji Yongsheng clucked his tongue in astonishment. These words fell on Qin Jun’s ears as if mocking the gravity of the situation.

Soon, the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint appeared beside Qin Jun and asked, "Your Majesty, what is the matter?"

"Follow me!"

After speaking, Qin Jun leaped into the air and shot off toward the northwest sky at high speed.

The Nine Spirits Yuan Saint didn’t ask any further and followed directly.

The two of them flew at an extremely fast pace, swiftly leaving the Holy City behind.

...

The endless blue sky was dotted with drifting white clouds, and exotic birds flew past; the scene was harmonious and tranquil.

A black hole stood out against the blue sky, drawing immense attention. Looking closer, one could see a creature resembling a black toad opening its mouth in mid-air, with fragments of space visibly flying into its maw, causing the black hole to grow larger and larger.

This black toad was as large as a mountain, with a figure sitting on top of its head. This was a man dressed in a black robe, his white hair fluttering in the wind, his face full of deep wrinkles. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, his upturned mouth giving off a chilling vibe, especially his blackish-purple eye sockets, which appeared as if poisoned, sending shivers down one’s spine.

"Once I devour this small world, the Southern Domain will tumble into the abyss, and my task will be complete," the man in the black robe muttered to himself. As he spoke, a small green snake burst from his white hair, flicking its tongue and coiling around his forehead before burrowing back into his neck.

Meanwhile, the diameter of the black hole had reached a hundred meters. From afar, it looked utterly terrifying.

Whoosh—

A sound of something slicing through the air was heard, and then a cultivator in white appeared, flying on a sword, looking like an otherworldly sword immortal.

"What are you doing?"

The cultivator in white called out sternly. Although he couldn’t see through the black-robed man’s cultivation, the toad was obviously an evil creature, and the sight of that heart-stopping black hole compelled him, as a cultivator of the Righteous Dao, to intervene.

The black-robed man glanced at him briefly and then promptly ignored him.

Although the cultivator in white had the cultivation of a seventh-layer Earth Immortal and was considered a powerhouse among mortals, in the eyes of the man in the black robe, the difference between him and an ant was not significant.

"Hmph!"

The white-robed cultivator immediately became enraged, and right away his right hand activated a spell. Numerous sword shadows condensed from his magical power surged towards the man in the black robe like a torrential flood.

The man in the black robe still did not look at him, but the black toad beneath him spat out a long tongue, which whipped the countless sword shadows apart like a lethal whip. Then, with extreme speed, it lashed towards the white-robed cultivator.

The white-robed cultivator’s pupils shrank, and just as he prepared to dodge, he was struck by the toad’s long tongue. His body exploded, his flesh scattering across the sky, without even his Primordial Spirit having a chance to escape.

Such was the tragic death of a mighty practitioner at the seventh level of the Earth Immortal Realm!

"The Southern Domain really is weak enough,"

the man in the black robe said, licking his lips disdainfully. "To think that I, Ding Qi, the famed Poison Saint ranked among the top three in the God Temple, was sent by Divine Wuji to the Southern Domain to kill a little brat. Humph, I must make him pay dearly later on!"

The Poison Saint!

This title resounded ominously in a certain domain; any strong practitioner who had broken through to the Mysterious Immortal realm had heard of it, instilling fear at the very mention.

As Ding Qi waited, suddenly a rift tore open in the sky ahead, and Qin Jun, along with the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint, stepped out from within.

Qin Jun’s gaze immediately locked onto Ding Qi.

"Is it him?"

Qin Jun asked himself, his eyes narrowing with unmistakable intent to kill. The Nine Spirits Yuan Saint also looked over, and when Ding Qi felt his gaze, their eyes met, instantly filling the atmosphere with a volatile tension.

"Eh...?"

Ding Qi let out a sound of surprise and confusion, for he could not discern the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint’s cultivation.

The Nine Spirits Yuan Saint spoke, "This person is a complete practitioner of the Mysterious Immortal Realm, and the toad beneath his feet is no weaker than him in cultivation."

With a single sentence, he laid bare both Ding Qi’s and his beloved pet’s cultivation, causing Ding Qi’s brows to furrow deeply.

The complete Mysterious Immortal Realm!

Qin Jun frowned, his expression grave, as he asked, "Were you sent by the God Temple?"

Ding Qi was even more surprised. Am I exposed just like that?

"Caaw—"

In that moment, a bird’s cry came from the firmament, and along with it a wave of terrifying heat surged towards them, prompting them to turn their heads in unison to look.

They saw a giant fireball, resembling the sun, appear in the sky, growing larger and larger, clearly hurtling towards them.

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

The Nine Spirits Yuan Saint quickly scooped up Qin Jun and flew downwards.

Ding Qi did not dare to be negligent either. He hastily commanded his beloved black toad to flee from the area. The toad leaped a kilometer high in an instant, but the fireball continued its relentless pursuit.

Qin Jun stared intently, and a surge of elation welled up within him.

For within the fireball, he could faintly discern the figure of a fiery bird.

The Sixth Golden Crow!

He hadn’t expected him to arrive!

And in such a timely manner!

"Don’t act yet, let’s see how it unfolds!"

Qin Jun held back the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint, who was eager to take action, and laughed. The Sixth Golden Crow had the same complete cultivation level of the Mysterious Immortal Realm as Ding Qi, and was no weaker than him. Moreover, the domineering fire of the Three-legged Golden Crow was not the least bit less powerful than the Samadhi Real Fire, perhaps even stronger!

The true fire of the sun burns all living beings!

The Nine Spirits Yuan Saint looked at Qin Jun in astonishment, sensing Qin Jun’s excitement.

Could it be that this firebird has some connection with Qin Jun?

Meanwhile, the Sixth Golden Crow, transformed into a fireball, was in hot pursuit, causing Ding Qi to curse loudly. Despite the black toad’s best efforts to escape, the distance between them was rapidly closing.