The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 597: Daluo Attacks

Chapter 597: Chapter 597: Daluo Attacks

Before the great prison’s gate.

Qin Jun slowly walked out, while the system prompt sounded in his mind:

"Ding! Main quest completed — Slay Hundred Emperors! You have received one God and Demon peak opportunity, one God and Demon summoning opportunity, one random lottery chance, one skill inheritance opportunity, and one God and Demon legion summoning opportunity!"

Perfect!

A smile curled up at the corner of Qin Jun’s mouth as he personally executed a hundred emperors who were all guilty of heinous crimes and deserved death.

Zhuge Liang, following behind, was curious if Qin Jun had the habit of venting his anger.

However, he didn’t say anything, since those emperors deserved to die anyway.

The daily executions of dozens in the prison behind him wouldn’t stir up too much trouble.

Qin Jun walked ahead, conversing in his mind with the heavenly spirit, "Little one, it’s time for you to leave my body!"

In at most two days, he would lead his troops on a campaign to the Southernmost Sea, and if the heavenly spirit left the Southern Domain heavenly world with him, it would fall into a coma. It would be better to leave it in the Southern Domain heavenly world to guard Great Qin.

"Master, I like to be with you, I really like the smell of your Ziwei Emperor Star’s Dao fruition," the heavenly spirit pitifully pretended to say. Despite the Southern Domain heavenly world existing for ten thousand years, this little one’s intelligence still resembled that of a child.

Liking the smell of the Ziwei Emperor Star’s Dao fruition?

Qin Jun’s mouth twitched; it seemed it didn’t actually like him personally.

"Hurry up and leave, or you’ll fall asleep again once I step out of the Southern Domain heavenly world," Qin Jun said impatiently.

Upon saying this, a beam of light burst forth from the top of his head and shot straight into the sky.

"What’s that?"

Zhuge Liang exclaimed in surprise, and the soldiers following him went on alert.

Qin Jun waved his hand and laughed, "It’s just the boundary spirit. All right, let’s return to the palace!"

As soon as the heavenly spirit left, Qin Jun immediately felt more relaxed with one less foreign object in his body.

"Don’t forget about me!" Ji Yongsheng said with a teasing smile.

Qin Jun rolled his eyes and completely ignored him.

Having completed the task of slaying a hundred emperors, he had received a bunch of rewards, even turning the experience points for four levels up into a God and Demon peak opportunity.

Who should he restore to their God and Demon peak?

He had summoned so many God and Demons that it was tough to choose.

A happy dilemma indeed!

Just as Qin Jun was lost in his thoughts, thick dark clouds suddenly gathered over the Holy City.

Qin Jun was about to leap into the air when he suddenly felt a terrifying pressure weighing down on his heart, as if a giant stone were pressing on it.

Figures flew out from every corner of the Holy City, even Li Yuanba, Yuanba, the Saint of Nine Spirits, and Kua Fu, the three Daluo Supremes, took to the air.

Realizing something was not right, Qin Jun quickly ascended.

Soon, he arrived above Saint Emperor Peak, where the clouds churned like a vortex in the sky, stretching for dozens of miles, as if the apocalypse had arrived.

"Your Majesty, a Daluo has descended!"

Yuanba, the Saint of Nine Spirits, said to Qin Jun, voice grave, his complexion a hint dark—indicating the newcomer might be stronger than him.

Both he and Kua Fu were only at the initial stage of the Golden Immortal realm, while Li Yuanba was at the mid-stage. With them there, Qin Jun didn’t worry too much.

"Is it Tathāgata, or Divine Wuji..."

Qin Jun muttered to himself, aware that only these two had the potential to launch a surprise attack on the Southern Domain.

The entire Holy City began to stir, with millions taking to the streets to look up at the swiftly swirling dark clouds overhead.

"What’s going on? Could there be another powerful enemy?"

"It couldn’t be that Golden Buddha from last time, could it?"

"It’s possible..."

"Don’t be afraid, our Southern Domain is not what it used to be!"

"Looks like there’s another good show to watch!"

The commoners and cultivators were abuzz with discussion, much calmer and even mocking in comparison to the panic during Tathāgata’s last attack.

Just then, a multitude of figures emerged from the dark clouds, all clad in black robes, dense and numerous like the stars in the sky. In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred thousand black-robed figures had descended from the clouds.

The howling wind made their robes flap loudly, like an army of ghostly shadows floating in the air.

This scene stirred unrest in the previously calm Holy City.

Anyone who witnessed this scene would feel a sense of dread.

"Tsk tsk, Holy Emperor of Qin? A mere ant dares to claim a holy title!"

A chilling voice reverberated through heaven and earth, unmistakably that of Divine Wuji.

Qin Jun instantly guessed who it was, as he had narrowly escaped with his life from Divine Wuji at the Heavenly Convention and had since committed his voice to memory.

"Tsk tsk, is this the God Temple’s grand display? It should be renamed the Ghost Temple!"

Qin Jun laughed out loud, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Amplified by his magic power, his voice spread throughout a hundred miles.

Millions of people in the Holy City burst into laughter upon hearing this.

The previous tension disappeared like smoke.

"Your tongue will only bring you more pain!"

Divine Wuji’s voice arose again, and he could be seen slowly descending from the center of the dark clouds, clad in a black and purple robe, his burly figure and stern face radiating a terrifying murderous intent.

His gaze was fixed on Qin Jun, who, adorned in the Nine-Dragon Supreme Emperor Robe, looked exceptionally handsome, which only infuriated Divine Wuji further.

The damned pretty boy, daring to woo the woman he loved!

At that moment, Divine Wuji wished he could slap Qin Jun to death with one palm, but he refrained from doing so.

Because he intended to torture Qin Jun.

"Are you confident we can handle him?" Qin Jun asked quietly to Nine Spirits Yuan Saint by his side.

Kua Fu and Li Yuanba also joined Qin Jun’s side, with Li Yuanba even pulling out the Golden Peng Divine Hammer, clearly eager to fight.

"His cultivation is a level higher than mine, probably at the mid-stage of the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm," replied Nine Spirits Yuan Saint in a low voice, his gaze inadvertently falling on Li Yuanba.

Not far away, Yang Jian, Nine-headed Insect, Tang Sanzang, Sixth Golden Crow, Lv Yue, and other martial generals ranked third tier and above were levitating in the air.

"The Daluo of the God Temple," Lv Yue murmured to himself, trembling as he stared at Divine Wuji’s figure.

The Sixth Golden Crow felt the same; facing a Daluo, they could not muster the slightest will to fight.

On the contrary, Yang Jian and Nine-headed Insect were itching for a fight.

"How about we join forces to fight him?" Nine-headed Insect suggested with a lick of his lips and a smile to Yang Jian.

After all, if they couldn’t win, they still had Kua Fu, Nine Spirits Yuan Saint, and Li Yuanba as backups.

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian’s eyes also blazed with the desire to fight.

At this moment, Divine Wuji continued to vent his rage with words, "Today, this small world will become hell, and you will watch as your people die one by one before your eyes."

Qin Jun was speechless. Was this guy on bullets? So twisted!

"Many people have said the same to me before; do you know what happened to them?" Qin Jun said with a light laugh.

Talking big is easy, isn’t it?

But Qin Jun was an expert at it!

Hearing this, Divine Wuji’s face contorted with rage. This little crawler, far from begging for mercy, had the audacity to threaten him; it was audaciously bold.

Without further thought, he waved his hand, and the hundred thousand black-robed cultivators dove down into a direct assault, and the war erupted in an instant.

"Humph! Seeking death!"

Qin Jun spoke coldly. Without needing an order, hundreds of generals took to the skies, and countless cultivators from the Holy City leapt into the battle.

This war was no longer just Qin Jun’s personal grievance; it concerned the entire Southern Domain, and when it was time to take action, one had to act!

After all, they could look forward to rewards from Qin Jun afterward, so why not?