The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 674: Purple Star Golden Lotus Catastrophe

Chapter 674: Chapter 674: Purple Star Golden Lotus Catastrophe

One could see that the figure crawling out of the stone coffin newly summoned by Peng Zhitian looked exactly like Peng Zhitian himself, and even their auras were barely distinguishable, seemingly a split body.

One Peng Zhitian was enough to leave Sun Wukong at a loss; another one was pretty much a death sentence.

"Hmph, kill him!"

Peng Zhitian commanded, and as soon as the words left his mouth, the corpse thrall that looked just like him charged towards Sun Wukong.

At the same time, Peng Zhitian dove downward, vanishing into the sea of clouds in the blink of an eye.

Unable to break free and chase after being entangled by the corpse thrall, Sun Wukong found that this thrall also possessed the strength of the mid-stage of the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm, employing spells that were all Peng Zhitian’s techniques.

Wave after wave of demonic energy condensed into giant palms that continuously struck at Sun Wukong, their speed terrifying, intent on shattering the heavens. Sun Wukong swung his golden cudgel, quickly dispersing the giant palms, but the Daluo corpse thrall’s onslaught did not cease, pressing in on him even more aggressively.

"Dare to get close!"

A ferocious glint flashed in Sun Wukong’s eyes; when it came to close combat, he had never feared anyone.

Elsewhere, Luo Shixin became more exhilarated as the battle raged on, his Qilin Overlord spear smashing the Six-Eared Macaque’s hands into a bloody state.

"Damn! Who the hell is this guy, possessing such overwhelming strength!"

The Six-Eared Macaque thought in terror, its iron rod trembling continuously, not as hard as the Qilin Overlord spear during the fight.

Luo Shixin didn’t care what he thought; with a flick of his spear, magical power surged from within him, transforming into a Black Qilin that charged forward, carrying the momentum of a tidal wave as if a mountain sought to crush the Six-Eared Macaque to death.

The Six-Eared Macaque’s heart raced, and it swung the rod in an attempt to fend off the attack, but unfortunately couldn’t budge the Black Qilin at all, and instead got knocked back, killing numerous demon soldiers in its path and causing a gust that nearly swept the palace guards off their feet.

High above the God Temple, Zun Rudao and Black Butterfly Fairy were furiously battling the North Lion King and the Demon King of Bull. Although the North Lion King was strong, the lackluster performance of the Demon King of Bull meant they couldn’t get anywhere near the Torch Dragon.

The elders and protectors of the God Temple were locked in fierce combat with three great demon kings and seventy-two Mysterious Immortal Realm corpse thralls. Had it not been for the various magical formations within the temple, they would not have stood a chance.

The three great demon kings were overwhelmingly strong, and with seventy-two fearless corpse thralls, the elders and protectors of the God Temple were trapped in excruciating agony.

Pipa still stood in her place, observing the battlefield, ready to strike like thunder if any being dared to approach the Torch Dragon.

"Roar——"

The Torch Dragon roiled and roared within the thunderclouds, its aura breaking through the Mysterious Immortal Realm, terrifying in its oppression.

Seeing the Torch Dragon growing ever stronger, the North Lion King grew increasingly anxious. At this rate, could the Torch Dragon become more powerful than they were?

It seemed they had underestimated the Torch Dragon.

The Torch Dragon existed only in legends; no one had ever truly seen it.

However, the Demon Emperor was temporarily unable to come in person, which was an unavoidable situation.

The representative of the demon ancestor, the Six-Eared Macaque, also watched anxiously. The situation was different from what it had expected; apart from the Demon Emperor’s forces being involved, the arrival of the Corpse Emperor Palace was also a part, and what shocked it most was the terrifying innate talent of the Torch Dragon.

Whoosh——

The sound of the wind howled, and within the thunderclouds, golden lotuses dispersed, as well as countless purple stars, spreading across the entire divine domain.

"Purple Star Golden Lotus Tribulation!"

The North Lion King cried out in alarm, his face full of horror.

Even Zun Rudao and Black Butterfly Fairy were startled, hastily dodging these golden lotuses and purple stars.

Purple Star Golden Lotus Tribulation was one of the strongest divine tribulations for breaking through the Daluo Realm. Yet, the Torch Dragon had not even broken through the Daluo Realm; it was merely at the mid-stage breakthrough of the Mysterious Immortal Realm, and such a powerful tribulation had descended, which was truly shocking to the world.

On the other side, Qin Jun, following Ji Yongsheng’s instructions, quickly arrived in front of a palace at the bottom of the God Temple. The door was sealed with chains thick as thighs. Qin Jun approached and threw a punch.

Being a body cultivator and practicing the supreme cultivation method of the Undying Saint Body, his punch sent the doors trembling.

"Ugh, it doesn’t work..."

Qin Jun’s face turned red with embarrassment, fortunately only the Double-pupil Bird was around, otherwise he would have lost a huge amount of face.

He immediately activated the fourth stance of his Indestructible Holy Body technique, Mighty as the Mountains, and his right fist circulated with a white airflow. He punched the door, and with a bang, the chains snapped and the door fell down, releasing a foul stench that made Qin Jun cover his nose.

"Are you sure it’s inside?"

Qin Jun asked inwardly, what kind of treasure could be hidden in such a place?

"Yes, hurry in, someone else is coming!"

Ji Yongsheng urged anxiously, and Qin Jun immediately rushed into the dark passage.

He had just entered when, a few seconds later, Peng Zhitian landed in front of the door, frowning and muttering, "It should be inside here!"

The reason the Corpse Emperor Palace had sent him was not only to capture the Torch Dragon, but the more important mission was to search for the Wheel of Fate.

It was said that Divine Wuji’s rise was due to the Wheel of Fate, and if it hadn’t been for the news that Divine Wuji had been seriously injured, the Corpse Emperor would not have sent him. After all, Divine Wuji, in possession of the Wheel of Fate, could easily escape, which is why the Corpse Emperor Palace had not acted sooner. Even if the Corpse Emperor himself went to capture Divine Wuji, it would disrupt the delicate balance between the Six Palaces and Three Realms, and the losses would outweigh the gains.

This was the perfect opportunity!

After a moment of thought, Peng Zhitian entered the passage, his corpse slave split body and seventy-two Mysterious Immortal realm corpse slaves should ensure that the Torch Dragon couldn’t escape.

Following Ji Yongsheng’s directions, Qin Jun made his way to the end, where another door stood before him, albeit much smaller than the palace gate outside.

"You can’t force this door open," Ji Yongsheng warned.

"Why not?"

"Because it’s covered in poison!"

Qin Jun took in a cold breath at this. Which bastard set this up, isn’t it too sinister?

"What exactly is inside?" Qin Jun couldn’t help but ask, driven by curiosity.

"The Wheel of Fate, the one inside you is not complete," Ji Yongsheng quickly replied. On hearing this, Qin Jun’s eyes suddenly lit up with greed.

He had already experienced the power of the Wheel of Fate.

Traversing space and time, it was too contrary to the heavens!

Just then, Peng Zhitian suddenly appeared behind him, silently reaching out his right hand like a ghostly claw.

Qin Jun didn’t notice, but the Double-pupil Bird on his shoulder glanced back at Peng Zhitian, making him feel as though he was in a cold cellar, paralyzed as the chilling intent of murder left his hand suspended in mid-air, unable to move.

"Be careful behind you," Ji Yongsheng warned.

Qin Jun instinctively turned his head to look, and his scalp nearly exploded.

He saw Peng Zhitian, looking like an evil spirit, staring at him with a hand barely ten centimeters away from his face.

"Fuck!"

Qin Jun, enraged, lashed out with a kick. Peng Zhitian, still dazed from being locked down by the killing intent of the Double-pupil Bird, failed to react in time and was kicked back by Qin Jun.

But with his much higher cultivation level, he only slid back three meters before stopping. On the contrary, Qin Jun felt as if he had kicked an iron plate, his right foot throbbing in pain.

Peng Zhitian came back to his senses, looking warily at the Double-pupil Bird as he asked coldly, "What demon are you?"

However, the Double-pupil Bird couldn’t speak. Its intelligence was not high; it only knew how to protect its master.

The scene suddenly fell silent, becoming rather awkward.