The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 692: Mysterious Person in the Sedan

Chapter 692: Chapter 692: Mysterious Person in the Sedan

"Senior Brother, don’t waste words with him. With so many of us here, we can definitely kill him, and his head is worth a lot!"

A young man in black shouted loudly. All these Nether King Palace disciples were very young, the oldest no more than five hundred years old, which by the standards of high-level cultivators, was considered nothing at all.

The leader, a handsome young man dressed in white, a swordsman by cultivation, named Hua Qijie, had reached the seventh layer of the True Immortal Realm. Within the Nether King Palace, he was an extremely renowned genius.

Hua Qijie glanced around. The thirty-six fellow sect disciples all gritted their teeth, looking fiercely at Langren E.

"Kill him!" Hua Qijie commanded with a swing of his sword, and promptly he was the first to slash down, his Sword Energy stretching ten zhang long, tearing through the air, arriving in front of Langren E in the blink of an eye.

Langren E remained unflustered, with a flick of his long whip, he directly dispersed the Sword Energy.

"I’m not playing with you guys anymore, today you all will die!"

Langren E stated coldly, and as he spoke, he suddenly spread his arms wide, with rolling Demonic Qi erupting from his body.

He was actually a demonic cultivator!

In most cases, demonic cultivators were stronger than their counterparts of the same level, due to their ruthless methods and the domination of the Demonic Dao cultivation methods, which easily led one into demonic deviance.

"Hum—"

"Roar and hum!"

Just then, dragon roars echoed one after another, and a series of domineering auras rolled in from the sky, startling Hua Qijie, Langren E, and the rest, causing them to lift their heads in unison to look.

The next second, everyone’s mouths gaped open, speechless.

They saw nine majestically dragons pulling a golden palanquin rushing across the void, followed by a group of imposing individuals on clouds, resembling divine soldiers.

"Sss—nine dragons pulling a palanquin, that’s some big gesture!"

"Judging by this scene, they must be from a superpower faction. This area is where Nether King Palace and God Temple’s territories meet. Could the others be from the God Temple?"

"Talking nonsense there. With the God Temple in such chaos right now, how could they send people to the Nether King Palace?"

"Who exactly is sitting inside that palanquin?"

"This is my first time seeing nine dragons pull a palanquin..."

The Nether King Palace disciples were discussing amongst themselves, and Bai Ze in the sky heard all these voices.

She said softly, "Your Majesty, it looks like those below are disciples of the Nether King Palace."

This trip to Zhonghuang relied on a map purchased from the Command Pavilion, but the map was too rough and Zhonghuang too vast. It would be best to find someone to lead the way when venturing deep into the territory of the Nether King Palace.

"Hmm, have the Emperor’s Guard soldiers go down and help, then find someone to lead the way!"

The voice of Qin Jun drifted out, and Bai Ze casually pointed to five soldiers of the Emperor’s Guard behind her.

The Emperor’s Guard were specially trained, extremely strong in combat and excelled at assassination; all the soldiers of the Emperor’s Guard present were above the fifth layer of the True Immortal Realm.

Upon receiving the order, the five soldiers of the Emperor’s Guard turned into blurs as they leaped down.

They flew straight toward Langren E.

Up to this point, the enmity between Qin Jun and the Nether King Palace had not escalated to the point of life and death, and he had no intention to slaughter the innocent. After all, there were tens of millions of people in the Nether King Palace, so when would he finish if he started killing?

If that were the case, Qin Jun would become deeply sinful.

The weak often attach themselves to the strong; most cultivators who join great forces merely wish to become stronger.

"What do you think you’re doing!"

Langren E screamed in horror as the five soldiers of the Emperor’s Guard quickly spread out, attacking from all directions, which frightened Hua Qijie and the other Nether King Palace disciples into retreating hastily, fearful of becoming collateral casualties.

Facing the attack of the Emperor’s Guard, Langren E did not just wait to die; after all, he was a strong being of the Golden Immortal Realm, so how could he fear five True Immortals?

His concern was instead about the intentions of the great personage in the palanquin above.

Did he have a grudge against him?

Or was it one of the Nether King Palace’s leading authorities?

All sorts of thoughts flashed through Langren E’s mind, and just then, a terrifying killing intent locked onto him, rendering him immobile. His scalp numbing, he looked up instinctively, only to see Yang Jian looking down at him indifferently from the clouds, as if beholding an insignificant ant.

Pu ci! Pu ci...

The five soldiers of the Emperor’s Guard pulled out their daggers, piercing Langren E’s body, blood spraying everywhere. Langren E’s expression froze as well, his eyes bulging with utter disbelief.

He never imagined he would die like this.

The daggers of the Emperor’s Guard suddenly ignited with black flames. These were not ordinary daggers but were imbued with prohibitions, their intense flames immediately engulfing Langren E.

Indescribable agony caused Langren E to scream miserably, sending chills down the spines of all the Nether King Palace disciples listening.

Although they greatly despised Langren E, his end like this made them somewhat fearful.

Soon, Langren E was burned to nothingness.

"We’ve helped you get rid of the enemy, now you must lead us to Zhonghuang!"

Bai Ze said, causing everyone to look towards her.

She was so beautiful at first glance that it took their breath away.

But Bai Ze’s slight frown and the terrifying killing aura swiftly awoke them, drenched in cold sweat.

"What do you want in Zhonghuang?" Hua Qijie asked through gritted teeth, realizing these people were definitely not from the Nether King Palace. Casually dispatching five soldiers to easily kill Langren E, much less the person in the palanquin.

Little did he know that the person sitting inside the palanquin was even weaker than him.

"Cut the crap, either lead the way or die!" Bai Ze said impatiently. She could easily wipe out these minions with a flick of her hand, naturally she had no patience to spare.

Hearing this, Hua Qijie fell silent.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, I will lead you. Spare the others!"

Bai Ze nodded, and at the same time, the five soldiers of the Emperor’s Guard flew in front of the golden palanquin. One of them held a storage ring and whispered, "Your Majesty, this is that person’s storage ring."

The curtain was lifted, and Qin Jun drew the storage ring into his palm from afar.

Langren E’s possessions, he did not care for. He was interested in the Nightshade Orchid these people were fighting over.

Meanwhile, Hua Qijie flew towards Qin Jun and the others.

"Senior Brother, I’ll accompany you!" The young man in black said through gritted teeth, and then he flew towards Hua Qijie.

A beautiful female cultivator also flew up with determination, silent but clearly resolute.

The rest of the Nether King Palace disciples kept silent.

They were just fellow sect disciples, not brothers by blood, and they were not about to go to their deaths.

And so, the nine-dragon-pulled palanquin continued on its way, with the trio of Hua Qijie arriving above the clouds, surrounded by soldiers of the Emperor’s Guard, their hearts filled with unease.

The procession quickly vanished into the skyline, and only then did the disciples of the Nether King Palace heave a sigh of relief.

"Senior Brother Hua has been taken away, what should we do?"

"Let’s rest for a few days first. Going any further would mean entering the territory of the God Temple, a place we can’t trespass."

"Alas, I wonder how Senior Brother Hua and the others are faring..."

"Hmph, if you’re so worried, why didn’t you follow earlier?"

The disciples of the Nether King Palace started arguing among themselves, with no one feeling ashamed.

The path of cultivation is also the path of tempering the heart. In the face of life and death, how could they possibly worry about others?

"Are you people from the God Temple?"

Above the clouds, Hua Qijie couldn’t help but ask.