The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 747: Sword Immortal and Ghost God

Chapter 747: Chapter 747: Sword Immortal and Ghost God

"All of you retreat, the Immortal Tomb is not for mortals like yourselves to covet,"

the Swordsman peered down at the huge hole below, speaking in a tone that brooked no refusal. He was considering the cultivators present, but his words had the opposite effect.

Immediately, the cultivators erupted with astonished curses.

"Why should we?"

"Who do you think you are, arriving and telling us to leave?"

"Are you from Heaven, acting so high and mighty!"

"This tone is too much..."

"Who is this guy...acting way too arrogant..."

The cultivators, confident in their numbers, were not intimidated; they cursed in a deafening uproar, as if to drown the Swordsman with their spittle.

"Father, who is he? He seems so powerful?" Chang Qianqian asked Chang Tianyou, her beautiful eyes filled with curiosity as she gazed at the Swordsman.

The Swordsman belonged to that sort of person who shone with dazzling light, with an overwhelming aura. He simply stood suspended in the void, making it impossible to ignore his presence.

"I don’t know him; he must be someone important," Chang Tianyou replied with a frown, a sense of unease growing in his heart.

He suddenly felt that coming to the Immortal Tomb might have been a mistake.

"Hmph!"

At the Swordsman’s cold snort, everyone felt their blood roiling and they dared not speak again, each of them looking up at the Swordsman in fear.

At that moment, an immense suction force suddenly emanated from the hole, directly pulling in cultivators who were too close.

"Aaahhh—"

"Save me!"

"What’s happening?"

The cultivators being sucked in struggled futilely to fly upward, to no avail, which terrified the thousands of remaining cultivators prompting them to retreat quickly, fearing they too would be sucked in.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of cultivators were drawn into the hole, vanishing without a trace, their fates unknown.

The Swordsman frowned, his eyes filled with a peculiar color.

"Hee hee hee... I never expected such a powerful resentful spirit to be hidden within this Immortal Tomb; it seems my trip here has not been in vain,"

Just as these words were spoken, a sinister laughter sounded, and at a hundred meters away from the Swordsman in the air, a cloud of black gas suddenly appeared, quickly expanding and transforming into an old man. His complexion was ashen white, his black hair flowing in the wind, his eyes blood red, and he was wrapped in a black robe. The most eerie part was that he had no lower body—below him was a twisting mass of black smoke.

"Sima Mengmo, I didn’t expect you to come!" the Swordsman said with narrowed eyes, softly speaking.

The other cultivators were confused, having never heard this name before.

But those who had seen the Dominance Leaderboard would definitely recognize the name, Sima Mengmo.

The sixth name on the Dominance Leaderboard!

Sima Mengmo, who had become the Ghost King after death, roamed both the realms of the living and the dead.

"I also didn’t expect the mighty Swordsman to take an interest in an Immortal Tomb," Sima Mengmo retorted with a sneer, licking his lips.

As these two unparalleled powerhouses confronted each other, the atmosphere of the whole world became tense, filled with murderous intent.

All the cultivators felt their hearts skip a beat—just who were the Swordsman and Sima Mengmo?

Even their names were extraordinary...

"Father, is that Sima Mengmo a ghost...?" Chang Qianqian quietly asked Chang Tianyou, while Zhuo Junjie beside her also had a face full of fear.

He could sense that the Swordsman and Sima Mengmo were far more formidable than he could even imagine.

Chang Tianyou did not answer Chang Qianqian as he too was intently staring at the two formidable figures in the void.

"Are we going to fight?"

The Swordmaster asked indifferently, his ranking on the Dominance Leaderboard was higher than Sima Mengmo’s, so he naturally had no fear.

Sima Mengmo was actually quite wary of him. When it came to individual combat strength, the Swordmaster was also an existence that could rank in the top five in the world.

"Why can’t we cooperate? I only want the Immortal Soul," Sima Mengmo said with a sinister smile. As a Ghost King, if he could refine the Immortal Soul into a ghost general, his combat power would surely surge dramatically.

"You are unworthy!"

With just three words, the Swordmaster made the blood of the surrounding cultivators boil with excitement.

There was no denying it, the Swordmaster possessed the charisma of a strong character, both in demeanor and personality.

Upon hearing this, Sima Mengmo’s face turned ugly, and he said coldly, "Swordmaster, don’t think you are invincible under the heavens. Today I will see just how strong the legendary Swordmaster of a million swords truly is!"

Boom!

As he spoke, Sima Mengmo suddenly unleashed his aura. Everyone felt as if they had been struck by a boulder, their internal mana instantly scattered, and they tumbled downward in succession.

Tens of thousands of cultivators fell like heavy rain, creating a spectacular sight.

Fortunately, the cultivators were all descending vertically, and since no one dared to hover directly above the huge hole because of the suction emanating from it earlier, they were safe.

Chang Qianqian and other first-class Xuanling Sect cultivators fell into the forest unscathed, but the cultivators who smashed into the rocky debris were not so lucky. Many boulders had sharp edges like swords, piercing their bodies—an unbearable sight.

The Swordmaster, seemingly oblivious to this scene, stared at Sima Mengmo with icy eyes.

To them, these tens of thousands of cultivators were no different from ants.

"Whoosh—"

The seven swords behind the Swordmaster suddenly unsheathed, hovering in a fan shape behind him. In an instant, countless sword shadows spread across the sky, their number increasing with each breath. In less than ten breaths, the sword shadows filled the sky within a hundred miles.

Hisss—

The world filled with the sound of sharp intakes of breath as everyone looked on in shock at the million sword shadows that filled the sky, witnessing the most spectacular sight they had ever seen.

Each of these sword shadows pointed directly to the ground, and the fear of death washed over all the beings on the earth like a tidal wave. Within a hundred miles, whether it was cultivators rushing to the Immortal Tomb or monsters, they were all so frightened they dared not move an inch, chilled to the bone.

"This..."

Nangong Lietian’s mouth hung agape; he knelt on the grass, his body stiff and trembling, his face reflecting an incredulous disbelief.

If he, at the pinnacle of the Golden Immortal Realm, could feel this way, what about the others?

"How is this possible..."

Zhuo Junjie was dumbfounded. He was also a swordsman, never having imagined there could be such a formidable swordsman—or rather, a Sword Immortal!

Chang Tianyou and Chang Qianqian beside him were also stunned.

Even a Daluo Golden Immortal would fear the Swordmaster’s million sword shadows, let alone these mortal cultivators.

Sima Mengmo’s mouth twitched; he hadn’t expected the Swordmaster to make such an imposing move right from the start.

In response, he spread his hands, and a horde of ghostly shadows flew out from his back, swarming like bats emerging en masse, dense and numerous, forming a Heaven Covering Sun Blocking dark net behind him. At a glance, those ghostly shadows were ferocious and terrifying, with red eyes and sharp fangs, incredibly horrifying.

The million sword shadows and the thousands of Fierce Ghosts appeared to split the Cangqiong in half. The Swordmaster and Sima Mengmo stood facing each other, their auras growing stronger, with whirlwinds wrapping around their bodies as if they were tornadoes.

This scene was deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone around the giant hole, unforgettable for a lifetime.

At this moment, the cultivators all had one question in mind.

Were they Sword Immortals and Ghost Gods?

"Presumptuous! To cause trouble in my territory, do you no longer wish to live?" roared Qin Jun, the fury in his voice traveling across the sky and startling the whole world. Everyone looked up in unison.

In the horizon, a golden carriage was rushing through the void, pulled by nine dragons, followed by a mighty procession of soldiers flying amidst the clouds.

The cultivators became excited at once, recognizing the identity of the arrival from the sight of the nine dragons pulling the carriage.

The Holy Emperor of Qin had arrived!