The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 819: Soaring Resentment

Chapter 819: Chapter 819: Soaring Resentment

"Namo Amitabha Buddha, deliver us from all suffering, transform all disasters, subdue all evil spirits, extinguish all wicked thoughts..."

Tathāgata sat cross-legged on the golden lotus, reciting the sutras to himself with the solemnity of a deity. One by one, the undead cultivators and slaves screamed miserably as they were bathed in the Buddha’s light, their flesh sizzling as if scorched, turning into smoke and drifting into the sky.

Xu Chongsheng struggled to his feet, but with his severe injuries and scarce magical power remaining, escape seemed an impossible feat. His back scorched and dripping with blood, his hair burned away, he appeared utterly wretched.

"Such formidable divine power, why didn’t you use it earlier?"

Qin Jun watched, clicking his tongue in amazement. Had this move been used during the battle in the Western Region, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

However, at that time, Tathāgata had been gravely wounded, and furthermore, this technique was only effective against demons. It was within reason that he couldn’t employ it then.

"This divine power was mastered by Tathāgata in a previous life. The last battle triggered the return of his past life memories, and naturally, his former abilities began to be restored gradually," the system explained, enlightening Qin Jun.

The Tathāgata of the past was about to return!

Qin Jun was invigorated, watching the radiant Tathāgata with eagerness in his eyes.

Commanding Tathāgata to charge into battle was a scene Qin Jun often dreamed of after awakening memories of his past life.

"Damn you, Buddha! I’ll remember this! One day I must strip the flesh from your bones, pluck your sinews, and make you beg for life but unable to die!"

The wrathful spirit cursed repeatedly, his words laden with murderous and hateful intent that sent shivers down the spines of all who heard them.

Xia Yanye, burned by the Buddha’s light and resembling a bloodied man, was a pitiable sight. At the same time, his consciousness grew increasingly clear.

The scene before him filled him with horror and a primal urge to flee.

"Trying to flee?"

Tathāgata’s deep voice thundered, as he raised his right hand. In an instant, a Sky-covering Giant Hand descended from the sea of clouds, dwarfing all beings before it.

As Xia Yanye ran, it seemed as though the sky dimmed above him. Looking back instinctively, he saw the Sky-covering Giant Hand smashing down.

Boom—

With the fall of the hand, the earth sank a hundred meters, dust billowed, and rocks flew in all directions. The entire Demon Ruins shook violently, causing even the Donghuang Territory to tremble, striking fear into countless members of the Demon Clan.

The giant hand embedded in the ground covered an area of ten miles, a sight staggeringly spectacular even to onlookers like Liu Chenxiang.

In the face of such a giant hand, they felt powerless. If such a palm were to strike them, they dare not contemplate the outcome.

"Is the wrathful spirit dead?"

Qin Jun asked, trying to contain his excitement. This palm might well be the same one with which Tathāgata had struck Sun Wukong, a legendary act that led to five hundred years of captivity.

"If the wrathful spirit could be killed so easily, he would have died long ago,"

Ji Yongsheng coldly interrupted, causing Qin Jun to take a sharp breath. If a mere wisp of a soul was this resilient, how strong would he be at his peak?

The giant hand gradually became transparent and eventually dissolved into twinkling starlight, revealing a handprint crater covering ten miles. The dust and smoke left all creatures staring agape.

At the bottom of the pit, Xia Yanye’s body jerked violently. The shadowy figure of the wrathful spirit had dissipated, likely scattered by the strike.

"Amitabha! Evil shall not prevail over good. If you remain deluded, blame not my mercilessness!"

Tathāgata proclaimed with righteous indignation. Having killed Xia Yanye merely saddened him; he could not help but desire to convert Xia Yanye to Buddhism.

Propping himself up with trembling arms, Xia Yanye slowly stood, bleeding profusely from all over, a sight too distressing to bear.

"I’ve lost again..."

Xia Yanye murmured as if trapped in a demonic barrier, his pupils dancing wildly, a sense of despair invading his soul.

"I failed to protect you, and I couldn’t protect your son... I am nothing but a failure... a useless failure..."

In that moment, his body exuded an aura of death, as if he had nothing left to live for.

The focus of the entire battlefield fell on him, with the Corpse Emperor Palace nearly wiped out in its entirety. Xu Chongsheng lay in the distance, his face filled with terror.

The dismembered body of Young Master You lay scattered, with his head missing, marking the end of the war and the settling of dust.

"Kill him!"

Qin Jun stood atop the city wall and ordered, able to see that Xia Yanye seemed to have many tales, but he was uninterested.

If such demons are not dealt with, the common people of the world would face difficulties.

Upon hearing this, Tathāgata sighed softly, realizing that converting Xia Yanye was impossible. Suppressing his regret, he raised his palm, ready to finish off Xia Yanye.

Just then, the resentment within Xia Yanye exploded, wrapping his body like a black tornado before drilling into the ground and vanishing without a trace. The entire process was so fast that even Tathāgata couldn’t react in time.

Tathāgata’s brow furrowed, a flash of anger in his eyes—he had let Xia Yanye escape.

Qin Jun was also annoyed. Damn it, setting the tiger back into the mountains!

It seemed he still had to work on Tathāgata’s mindset. Tathāgata had clearly had the opportunity to slay Xia Yanye but had hesitated.

After a brief silence, an earth-shaking cheer erupted from within King Yan City.

"We’ve won!"

"What is the Corpse Emperor Palace to us? Our King Yan Palace will rise to power!"

"Haha! After this battle, King Yan Palace will surely become renowned throughout the world!"

"Long live the Yan Emperor!"

"Who will dare to provoke our King Yan Palace in the future?"

Listeing to the thunderous cheers, Qin Jun also revealed a smile on his face—at least this battle was won quite handsomely.

Quickly, Tathāgata seized the fleeing Xu Chongsheng, while Liu Chenxiang and others led the soldiers to begin cleaning up the battlefield.

The height of the city wall had risen due to the collapsing battlefield, creating what seemed like a pit hundreds of meters deep. That handprint left behind from the war would become a symbol of King Yan City in the future.

In the distance, the Leopard Demon King, a subordinate of the Demon Emperor, had a grim face as he watched the exuberant King Yan City, his eyes filled with shock.

He had already been astounded by the Zhenwu Emperor previously, and now Xia Yanye and Tathāgata seemed even stronger, so much so that he did not dare to harbor any thoughts of combat.

"His Majesty wanted me to reinforce..."

The Leopard Demon King said with a bitter smile while the transformed Demon Kings behind him had yet to snap out of it.

The divine appearance of Tathāgata was still leaving them in a state of bewilderment.

"No good! We must hurry back and report to the Demon Emperor... King Yan Palace’s strength far exceeds our estimates. Could that monk be Tathāgata?"

The Leopard Demon King’s mind raced with thoughts, and soon, he led his subordinates to retreat.

The other creatures who had come to watch the battle dispersed, preparing to spread the news of the battle. Some creatures, considering joining King Yan Palace, hesitated to leave.

Tathāgata brought the captured Xu Chongsheng to the city wall, where Qin Jun unceremoniously kicked him to the ground.

"Weren’t you acting all high and mighty before?"

As Qin Jun kicked him and cursed, Xu Chongsheng nearly exploded with rage. Tathāgata had just destroyed his cultivation, dispersing his powers, and he was now severely injured too. He couldn’t resist even if he wanted to, almost fainting from Qin Jun’s kicks.

"If you’re going to kill me, just kill me..."

Xu Chongsheng gritted his teeth and cursed, not recognizing that this young man before him was the Holy Emperor of Qin.

But he was aware of his name, the new-rising star of the Dominance Leaderboard, King Yan.

"Of course, I’m going to kill you! But first, I’m going to squeeze every last drop of value from you!" Qin Jun said irritably, not willing to let go of the opportunity with the powerful Corpse Emperor Palace.