The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 748: Spanning a Million Miles

Chapter 748: Chapter 748: Spanning a Million Miles

The nine dragons swiftly flew in, causing both the Sword Master and Sima Mengmo to frown, not expecting the Holy Emperor of Qin to arrive so quickly.

They were not afraid, for in their eyes, the Holy Emperor of Qin was merely a junior with no capital to contend with them.

"It’s Qin Jun!"

Chang Qianqian was so excited she wanted to fly towards Qin Jun, but Chang Tianyou held her shoulder.

Chang Tianyou managed a wry smile and said, "My dear daughter, now is not the time for reunions."

"I..."

Chang Qianqian was so emotional she couldn’t control herself, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears. It had been almost a year since she had last seen Qin Jun, feeling as if it was decades apart; the longing she harboured for so long erupted at this moment, overwhelming her with joy until she wept.

Time and again in her dreams, she fantasized about meeting Qin Jun once more.

But the reality was, she didn’t even qualify to go to the Southern Domain’s heavenly world.

Zhuo Junjie watched the golden palanquin pulled by the nine dragons with a complex expression. Once, he regarded Qin Jun as a rival; now he didn’t even dare to entertain the thought of facing Qin Jun head-on.

Nangong Lietian, from afar, also had complicated feelings, as did all the forces that had interacted with Qin Jun in the past.

The elder in a blood robe from the Black Destructor Sect was so frightened he trembled, wishing he could flee at once, yet he also wanted to see how the Holy Emperor of Qin would face two peerless powerhouses.

Quickly, the nine dragons pulling the golden palanquin flew overhead, followed by Xiang Yu and Yuan Hong, while Li Jing and the Weihe Army stayed back at a distance to avoid becoming cannon fodder.

The nine dragons stopped five hundred meters in front of the Sword Master and Sima Mengmo, forming a triangular formation.

Qin Jun lifted the canopy curtain and stepped out. Dressed in the nine dragons Supreme Emperor’s robe, his appearance instantly captivated tens of thousands of cultivators below.

With his handsome face and purple pupils, he stood tall and extraordinary, and the temperament of a qi movement emperor made him seem as dazzling as a descent of a heavenly god.

All female cultivators watched with mesmerized eyes, and Chang Qianqian was utterly infatuated.

"He has become so high and mighty."

Chang Qianqian murmured, her fascination turning into a sense of loss and desolation.

Seeing Qin Jun again, she suddenly felt like there was a gulf between them, infinitely far away.

He stood high above, confronting mighty adversaries, while she looked up from the crowd, insignificant as dust.

Chang Tianyou sighed, unsure of how to console his daughter.

Zhuo Junjie clenched his fists tightly, watching Qin Jun’s figure with mixed emotions.

Meanwhile, Qin Jun, with a frosty expression, stared at the Sword Master and Sima Mengmo, his killing intent soaring as he demanded, "Gentlemen, isn’t it rather disrespectful to disregard us like this? Is the court of Great Qin a place where you can come and go as you please, wreaking havoc at will?"

The Sword Master couldn’t help but frown; he could sense that Qin Jun seemed to not take him and Sima Mengmo seriously.

Had it been so long, that this young man had grown arrogant?

Sima Mengmo sneered, "What are you to me? Even if I do wreak havoc, what can you do about it?"

Whoosh—

As soon as his words fell, a sound of something tearing through the air echoed; it was a flaming giant arrow tearing through space at an incredibly terrifying speed, streaking across the sky like the sun, directly scattering the ghostly shadows filling the sky, whipping up a ferocious wind upon the earth, causing countless cultivators to cry out in shock. Chang Tianyou pressed down on Chang Qianqian’s shoulders to prevent her from being blown away.

Sima Mengmo instinctively dodged, but the flaming giant arrow still grazed his shoulder, taking with it his right arm, a searing pain that burned his soul made him scream in agony.

The flaming giant arrow continued towards the Sword Master, who frowned as a million sword shadows fell like a torrential river.

Boom—

A thunderous roar shook the heavens and the earth!

The river formed by a million sword shadows collided with the flaming giant arrow, and in an instant, a bright light burst forth, a terrible hurricane ravaging the land, lifting countless trees from their roots and blowing weaker cultivators into the void, like leaves in a storm, helpless to save themselves.

Qin Jun looked on expressionlessly at what lay before him, with Xiang Yu and Yuan Hong standing in front of him like two iron towers, shielding him from the blast.

The sky wept, the earth tore apart, and the firelight and bright light made the heaven and earth lose their color.

It was as if the apocalypse had arrived, and even Sima Mengmo couldn’t help but retreat in fear.

Elsewhere, a million li away in the Southern Domain’s celestial world, Hou Yi hovered above Holy City, countless cultivators stared at him, tongue-tied, while he squinted in the direction where Qin Jun and the others were.

An arrow shot over a million li!

Such archery was indeed the stuff of mythology!

"Ah——"

Just then, Qin Jun faintly heard a scream that caught his ear amid the cacophony of noises.

It sounded familiar to him, and he instinctively turned to look.

He saw Chang Qianqian and thousands of cultivators being swept away by the hurricane, the scene seemingly frozen, the flying figure of Chang Qianqian amid the chaos appeared to have caught a glimpse of Qin Jun turning his head.

"I didn’t expect that having just met you... would be our goodbye..."

Chang Qianqian closed her eyes as two streams of tears ran down her face.

"In the next life, I don’t want your protection, I want to stand beside you, upright and proud."

At that moment, she suddenly felt herself crash into a warmth, and the next second, she was pulled from the hurricane and her senses returned to normal.

She thought she was dead...

So this was what death felt like...

"Have I already departed from my body..."

Chang Qianqian murmured to herself, which Qin Jun found quite exasperating.

He pinched her cheek in annoyance and scolded with a laugh, "Your Majesty sees that you must be scared silly, your soul hasn’t departed!"

Upon hearing this, Chang Qianqian hurriedly opened her eyes and to her astonishment, she found herself in Qin Jun’s arms, standing on the back of a dragon, with Xiang Yu and Yuan Hong blocking the fierce wind in front.

She was completely dumbfounded.

It was like being in a dream; she was alive, and in Qin Jun’s arms?

Just then, the tempest suddenly calmed, and the figure of the Sword Master appeared, unharmed, standing in the distance with seven swords still suspended behind him in a fan shape.

The sight made Qin Jun, Xiang Yu, and Hou Yi frown.

"It seems the Sword Master is even stronger than I had imagined," Qin Jun thought to himself.

"Even if this person hasn’t surpassed the Daluo realm, he is definitely at the pinnacle of the Daluo realm." Ji Yongsheng analyzed in Qin Jun’s mind.

No wonder!

Qin Jun suddenly understood; he wasn’t too shocked, as from the first moment he saw the Sword Master, the man exuded an aura of invincibility.

He had even heard that when he entered Nether Lord City, the Sword Master had faced off against the Demon Emperor. They hadn’t come to blows, but from the stand-off, neither seemed inferior to the other.

"Tsk tsk, weren’t you acting all high and mighty just a moment ago?"

Qin Jun began to mock, ridiculing Sima Mengmo’s ignorance of his own limitations.

At this moment, Sima Mengmo’s right shoulder and arm were gone, wisps of smoke rising from the wound. He was the Ghost King, without flesh and blood, but the injury still pained him deeply, as Hou Yi’s arrows could harm the soul, leaving him in a state of lingering fear.

Faced with Qin Jun’s mockery, Sima Mengmo clenched his teeth in anger but dared not speak arrogantly again.

He instinctively looked in the direction from which the flaming giant arrow had come, completely oblivious to where his adversary was. If he knew that Hou Yi had shot the arrow from a million li away, he’d probably be petrified.

"Scram already!"

Xiang Yu sneered, looking down at Sima Mengmo as if he were an inferior being, nearly driving Sima Mengmo to explode with rage.

You, a mere early-stage Daluo realm cultivator, dare to mock me?

Sima Mengmo, after all, was a late-stage Daluo realm presence!