The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 705: The Demon Ancestor Attacks

Chapter 705: Chapter 705: The Demon Ancestor Attacks

"Sword Master..."

Nether Dream Demon Venerable hurriedly rose to his feet, showing utmost restraint.

The man before him was ranked fourth on the Dominance Leaderboard, primarily because the forces he controlled were far inferior to those of the Nether Emperor, which is why he was only fourth overall.

Some even said that the only person in this world who could contend with the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny was the Sword Master, and no other.

Of course, the Sword Master had never fought the Nether Emperor, nor had he battled with the Yan Emperor, who was ranked third on the Dominance Leaderboard—at least, there were no such reports publicly known.

Therefore, the rumors were full of controversy.

But one thing was indisputable: the Sword Master was an existence that stood at the very pinnacle of heaven and earth.

"Is Wang Ci already dead?"

The Sword Master walked toward Nether Dream Demon Venerable and asked in a soft voice.

His tone was devoid of any emotion, just like his sword, cold and chilling to the bone.

Nether Dream Demon Venerable quickly stepped aside and knelt before the Sword Master, weeping, "Sword Master Senior, you must seek justice for our Hall Master!"

Seeing this, the elders also knelt down in unison, crying out and begging the Sword Master to help them seek justice.

If this scene were to be spread, countless people would not believe it—the venerable elders of the Nether King Palace, collectively kneeling down, something they had never done even before Wang Ci.

There was no other choice, the elders were not fools, in fact, they were very shrewd, understanding that with the death of Wang Ci, the Nether King Palace would face an unprecedented crisis.

Now, they could only rely on a powerful figure, and the Sword Master was the most suitable candidate.

An unbeatable combat force, coupled with the relationship with the senior Hall Master Hua Yijian, the Sword Master would surely help them.

Everyone knew that although the Sword Master seemed aloof, he would always stand by his friends to the very end.

Of course, the Sword Master did not have many friends.

The Sword Master walked directly to the Hall Master’s seat and sat down. He scanned all those present, and no one dared make eye contact with him.

"Who will tell me what happened!" the Sword Master demanded in a deep voice.

Upon receiving the letter from Wang Ci, he had rushed over but arrived a step too late, which had ignited a flicker of rage within him.

Nether Dream Demon Venerable quickly recounted the grudge between the Nether King Palace, the Great Qin Heavenly Court, and the Dragon Emperor.

After she finished speaking, the entire hall fell silent.

"Worthless!" the Sword Master snorted coldly, making everyone feel as if they were struck in the chest with a heavy hammer—blood roiling and legs trembling with fear.

The Sword Master’s oppressive presence was too overwhelming; others would have been unable to withstand it just the same.

"Holy Emperor of Qin, I did not expect this junior to be so audacious."

The Sword Master’s lips curled into a faint smile of admiration. Of course, everyone else was bowing their heads, so no one noticed it.

The letter Wang Ci had sent him was to ask him to restrain the Demon Ancestor, yet a Holy Emperor of Qin had unexpectedly emerged en route.

"I shall meet with the Holy Emperor of Qin. The rest of you clean up the aftermath yourselves!" the Sword Master declared coldly. When his words fell, he vanished from the spot.

The elders immediately became excited—the intervention of the Sword Master meant that no matter how many powerful figures Qin Jun had under him, they would not be enough.

...

The Emperor’s palanquin was drawn by nine dragons, with dozens of people following close behind atop clouds, creating a mighty procession that caused the cultivators along the way to exclaim in amazement.

"Isn’t that the Holy Emperor of Qin?"

"My heavens! It’s really a palanquin pulled by nine dragons!"

"The Holy Emperor of Qin must be leaving the Central Wastelands now, right?"

"It shouldn’t be, with so many recent rumors about the Divine Tomb; the Holy Emperor of Qin surely won’t miss out."

"Tsk tsk, if the Holy Emperor of Qin joins in, who could stand against him?"

Bai Ze, through the mists above, overheard these comments and couldn’t help but ask with curiosity, "What is the Divine Tomb?"

Although she could foresee the future and understood the past, it was limited to living beings; she couldn’t possibly know everything.

"Recently, there has been a lot of talk about the divine tomb. It is said that long ago, an immortal fell in the Central Wilderness, leaving behind a tomb there with his legacy, driving countless creatures mad with desire," Li Si replied.

Inside the sedan chair, Qin Jun’s eyebrows rose with sudden interest.

"Back in the day, I certainly did slay a number of immortals. Perhaps one of them was severely wounded and dropped here, only to eventually run out of life force," Ji Yongsheng’s voice rose, cold and detached.

Qin Jun was speechless, annoyed that the one time he needed him, he wasn’t there, but whenever there was a chance to show off, he always appeared so promptly.

"Moreover, the reason the progenitor of the Demon Clan sent his followers to the Central Wilderness is very likely related to the divine tomb," Li Si speculated.

"In that case, after we find Meng Tian, let’s wait for the opening of the divine tomb," Qin Jun’s voice came from the sedan chair.

Perhaps in the divine tomb there are treasures that could help Liu Ruolai.

At least it would be safer than going to the Western Regions.

Clearly being weaker than Tathāgata, Qin Jun naturally chose the easier target.

"Humph, wait for the divine tomb to open? Today, you shall die right here!"

Just then, a sinister voice sounded; it was none other than the Hundred-Eyed Demon Monarch.

He stood in front of the convoy, looking at Qin Jun’s party with a mocking face.

"Hundred-Eyed Demon Monarch! You’ve arrived just in time!"

The Dragon Emperor laughed angrily. This guy actually had the audacity to intercept them, presenting the perfect opportunity to avenge the pursuit!

"Don’t be rash!" Hou Yi quickly held back the Dragon Emperor.

Yang Jian, Li Si, Wang Jian, Bai Ze all looked towards the Hundred-Eyed Demon Monarch with confusion. This demon was merely at the mid-stage of the Golden Immortal Realm. Previously frightened to the point of speechlessness by Qin Jun, why had he now caught up?

Inside the sedan chair, the Double-pupil Bird started to cry anxiously, and Qin Jun’s eyelids twitched without reason.

"Not good! A Daluo supreme immortal has descended!"

Ji Yongsheng cried out, sending chills down Qin Jun’s spine.

Daluo supreme immortal!

Without needing to guess, he already knew the Demon Emperor had arrived!

He had long since fallen out with the Demon Emperor, and now running into him was sure to be a life-and-death encounter.

At that moment, a black portal appeared behind the Hundred-Eyed Demon Monarch, and a towering figure stepped out from within. He was two zhang tall, wearing a robe made of tiger skin, his white hair flowing in the wind, with the face of a middle-aged man, his expression cold. Beneath his thick brows, his eyes flickered with intimidating intent, and atop his head, he bore two sharp horns.

The Demon Emperor!

He was the strongest of all demons before the emergence of the Demon Emperor!

As soon as he appeared, Hou Yi and the others felt an endless pressure; the aura of a Daluo supreme immortal was enough to chill the hearts of the Golden Immortals.

Qin Jun quickly exited the golden sedan chair, facing the Demon Emperor, his heart pounding fiercely.

In the presence of the Demon Emperor, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Monarch seemed like nothing more than a minion, easily overlooked.

The Demon Emperor’s gaze fell on Qin Jun, and as their eyes met, they both saw the intent to kill in each other’s gaze.

That’s right, Qin Jun too wished to slay the Demon Emperor!

Even faced with the Demon Emperor’s formidable aura, he did not conceal his murderous intent.

He and the Demon Emperor had long been archenemies. He understood that pleading now was pointless, and besides, he had no intention of begging for mercy.

The Double-pupil Bird settled on Qin Jun’s shoulder, and Hou Yi, the Dragon Emperor, Yang Jian, Bai Ze, Li Si, Wang Jian quickly moved in front of Qin Jun, forming a row, each drawing their magical treasures, ready for battle.

A hush fell over the land.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Monarch was ecstatic, his face twisted with a malevolent grin, as if he could already see the scene of Qin Jun’s wailing.

"Holy Emperor of Qin, this seems to be our first proper encounter," the Demon Emperor spoke, his voice resonant, like thunder.

"This demon’s cultivation is too astonishing; we must retreat!"

Hou Yi whispered urgently, advising Qin Jun not to be reckless.