The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 815: Turning Back is the Shore

Chapter 815: Chapter 815: Turning Back is the Shore

"Whether you retreat or not doesn’t matter; you’re all going to die anyway."

Xia Yanye turned his head and sneered, having not struck a blow for ten thousand years since he emerged from the Tower of King of Resentment, it had been a very long time since he had taken action.

The Zhenwu Emperor advanced with sword and shield in hand. Perhaps Xia Yanye was unfathomable, but he was not afraid.

"Little White Dragon, Li Si, go around and capture Young Master You," Qin Jun whispered.

The Dragon Emperor and Li Si were startled for a moment but vanished on the spot.

Qin Jun’s gaze remained tightly fixed on the Zhenwu Emperor and Xia Yanye as he asked in a deep voice, "How many moves can Zhenwu withstand?"

Xia Yanye’s arrogance surely meant exceptional skill, coupled with the city defense mission triggered earlier, all indicated Xia Yanye’s strength.

Unless Young Master You had invited an even stronger being.

But with Xia Yanye’s aura so terrifying, it was difficult for Qin Jun to imagine that Young Master You could have called upon a mightier helper than Xia Yanye.

"I won’t be killed instantly," Tathāgata replied softly. He didn’t take Xia Yanye seriously, while he did admire the Zhenwu Emperor.

Hearing this, Qin Jun could not help but ease his mind. This battle might be of some help to the Zhenwu Emperor; as long as he didn’t die completely, that would be fine, because he had the Daluo Resurrection Pill.

If the Zhenwu Emperor could gain some insight and further improve, that would be even better.

"His aura..."

Lying in a pool of blood, Xu Chongsheng stared blankly at Xia Yanye. He had overlooked Xia Yanye before, but now, seeing Xia Yanye’s invincible demeanor, he couldn’t help feeling like he’d been slapped in the face.

It was just like the sensation he had during the battle in the Western Regions when he saw Tathāgata display his strength.

Having misjudged twice already made him doubt his own judgment.

Crack—

Xia Yanye crushed a bone under his foot, and his murky eyes began to fill with blood. He muttered to himself, "The promise of that year, today I repay to your son, but you... can no longer see it..."

Images of the days he shared life and death with his three friends emerged in his mind; both he and the Nether Emperor strove for Li Lianyou’s affection back then.

The world has changed, and the beauty is no longer present.

The King of Resentment’s desire to kill grew stronger and stronger, nearly bursting his lungs with rage. He wanted to decimate the city, settle the score with the Nether Emperor, and find her!

Boom! Boom! Boom...

Xia Yanye’s feet seemed to contain explosives; each step he took generated a blast. The noise grew louder and louder, causing the entire battlefield to tremble.

In the distance, many Demon Kings and beasts had gathered to watch the battle, including spies of the Demon Emperor.

"Who is that? Such a strong presence..."

"I did not expect that such powerful beings still existed in the world."

"That murderous intent makes even me want to slaughter..."

"King Yan Palace is in trouble!"

"Trouble? The female demon who was showing off a short while ago hasn’t made a move yet!"

Conversations could be heard from all corners of the world as Xia Yanye’s steps quickened, and so did the Zhenwu Emperor’s.

The two started to run towards each other. After about ten steps, they both dug in their heels and shot towards each other like cannonballs, making the blood of those who were watching nearly solidify.

The Zhenwu Emperor’s face was stern, showing no fear. As they closed to within a hundred meters of each other, his pupils dilated and he suddenly swung his sword down.

Zhenwu Subduing Demon!

In an instant, a radiant light blazed so brightly that all living beings subconsciously closed their eyes.

A second later, the bright light dissipated, and Qin Jun opened his eyes to see that the Zhenwu Emperor and Xia Yanye had already stopped, now standing back to back.

Xia Yanye shook the fresh blood off his right hand, his expression indifferent, and continued walking towards King Yan City.

Clang—

The Black Turtle Shield fell to the ground, splashing blood. The Zhenwu Emperor’s chest was drenched in blood; blood kept gushing from his mouth, and he trembled then knelt in the blood, murmuring, "Your Majesty... be careful..."

"Tathāgata, bring Zhenwu back!" Qin Jun ordered sternly.

He hadn’t expected Xia Yanye to be so strong; with one blow, he had incapacitated the Zhenwu Emperor.

But he was not panicked, for Tathāgata stood behind him.

"Amitabha!"

With hands clasped together, Tathāgata chanted once and immediately leapt up. His black robe billowed in the fierce wind as he soared toward the Zhenwu Emperor like a wild goose taking flight.

The black-robed Tathāgata made it difficult for one to associate him with his true identity.

"Overestimating yourself!"

Xia Yanye sneered, sending out a minion who didn’t even dare show his face, which suggested that King Yan Palace was out of men.

Little did he know, the strong presence he had sensed earlier was indeed Tathāgata, who had by then completely concealed his aura.

Xia Yanye raised his palm and grabbed into the void, his magical power condensing into a giant blood-colored claw, intent on capturing Tathāgata as he flew toward him.

The black robe fluttered loudly, and Tathāgata, without showing his face, did not dodge in the face of the unstoppable blood claw; instead, he charged shoulder-first.

"Clang—"

Just like glass shattering, the blood claw dissipated into smoke upon collision with Tathāgata, who then sped over Xia Yanye’s head, reached behind the Zhenwu Emperor, grasped his shoulder, and leapt up again, flying toward King Yan City.

The entire process was over in a blink, without any delay.

Xia Yanye’s pupils contracted, filled with surprise as he did not expect this person to be so fast.

This was no simple feat!

Could this be the mysterious power he had felt earlier?

Watching Tathāgata about to save the severely injured Zhenwu Emperor, Xia Yanye snorted coldly and stamped his right foot, rising rapidly into the air.

Both were incredibly fast, and in a flash of lightning, they were about to collide, tugging at the hearts of countless beings.

Tathāgata struck with his left palm, nonchalantly meeting Xia Yanye’s palm.

Boom—

The sound of flesh palms colliding was like a war drum, shaking heaven and earth. Xia Yanye only felt an overwhelming power strike him, sending him flying backward in a spray of blood.

He was like a kite with a severed string, trailing across the sky and landing a kilometer away. Even after his feet touched the ground, his body slid back dozens of meters, showcasing the might of Tathāgata’s power.

This scene made countless beings gape in awe.

Young Master You, having been full of confidence, was dumbstruck. Xia Yanye had been defeated by a single palm strike?

Sss—

A chorus of sharp intakes of breath rose from all around, and Liu Chenxiang and others were stunned.

Who exactly was this man in the black robe?

In the blink of an eye, Tathāgata had taken the badly injured Zhenwu Emperor to the city wall, where Qin Jun quickly provided a Daluo recovery pill for the Zhenwu Emperor to take.

"Kill him!"

Qin Jun commanded Tathāgata in a deep voice. Although he did not know who Xia Yanye was, the man’s audacity and murderous intent made Qin Jun uneasy about letting him live.

"Amitabha!"

Tathāgata chanted softly, turning to fly toward Xia Yanye.

Tathāgata might have hesitated to kill others, but Xia Yanye had a heavy killing aura and was entangled with karma. Killing him would be considered returning a good fruit to the world.

Eliminating evil was also a virtuous deed.

"Benefactor, your sins are deep-rooted. I hope you will turn back to the shore!"

As Tathāgata flew in the sky, he called out loudly, but draped in his black robe, he emitted an incredibly sinister vibe.

Xia Yanye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes bloodshot, veins bulging on his neck, resembling a Fierce Ghost possessed, utterly ferocious.

"Turning back to the shore is the talk of hypocrites!"

Xia Yanye said coldly, and charged right toward Tathāgata.

Ever since he had taken up the name of the King of Resentment, he had never considered turning back!