The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 829: Legend of the Ancient Buddha

Chapter 829: Chapter 829: Legend of the Ancient Buddha

Whoosh—

Xu Chongsheng swung his knife with his right hand, and his Sword Qi swept across, instantly shredding dozens of Netherworld Soldiers.

Seeing this, ten Daluo Realm Netherworld Generals quickly rushed toward Xu Chongsheng.

In the battle against Liu Chenxiang, Six-Eared Macaque, and other strong Daluo Realm fighters from King Yan Palace, it only took one or two Netherworld Generals to contain them, while the rest of the Daluo Realm Netherworld Generals could deal with the Daluo-level immortals from King Yan Palace.

Moreover, the Netherworld army also had Daluo-level immortals.

In terms of high-level combat power, the Netherworld army had a significant advantage.

The zombified Xu Chongsheng had only his combat instincts, rapidly creating various weapons made of bones with his hands, extremely similar to the combat style of the White Bone Life-Controller Emperor.

He hurled a bone spear with great force, which flew across a hundred miles of sky, piercing through hundreds of Netherworld Soldiers along its path, displaying overwhelming might.

"Seeking death!"

"Let’s exterminate him first!"

"So what if he’s the master of the Corpse Emperor Palace? Kill him, and our fame will shake the world!"

"Hahaha, is this the fifth overlord? How come he looks just like one of his corpse minions?"

"Don’t take him lightly, everyone!"

The ten Daluo Realm Netherworld Generals discussed among themselves, all wielding their magical treasures, attacking Xu Chongsheng.

A flood of various magical powers converged on him from all directions, yet Xu Chongsheng, still with a fierce expression, held a bone knife in each hand, wielding them like the wind. He instantly scattered the incoming flood of magical powers, and then with his eyes blood-red, he leaped forward, throwing out the bone knives simultaneously.

The two spinning bone knives flew swiftly, aiming to sever the heads of the ten Netherworld Generals.

To soul entities, ordinary attacks were useless, but Xu Chongsheng’s bone knives were laden with malevolent energy, and even Daluo Realm Netherworld Generals dare not resist them head-on, only able to dodge.

Elsewhere, the Drought Demon still had her hands ablaze with burning flames, causing the space around her to twist, deterring any Netherworld General from engaging her in close combat.

"If we drag on like this, it might not bode well."

The Drought Demon frowned with this thought. Following her gaze, one saw soldiers being torn to shreds by Netherworld Soldiers, the bottom tier fighting almost entirely in one-sided fashion, King Yan Palace being overwhelmed.

Fortunately, five thousand white ghosts were rampaging across the battlefield, swiftly reaping Netherworld Soldiers.

The mid-tier combat power was indeed overwhelming the Netherworld army for King Yan Palace.

"Ah—"

One Human Clan soldier was torn in half by two Netherworld Soldiers, their flesh and blood scattering on the ground, a most shocking sight.

This was merely a snapshot of the battlefield, as there were also instances of Netherworld Soldiers being blasted apart by soldiers. The battle had not raged long before both sides’ troops were frantically slaughtering each other.

Boom!

Qin Jun suddenly brought out the Demon Dragon Cannon. And seeing this, a row of guards stationed on the city walls also took out their cannons. Their cannons were not as advanced as the Demon Dragon Cannon, but each was valued at a million fame points and named Ghost-slaying Cannon. They could also utilize spirit stones or magical power as fuel to slay ghosts.

The Ghost-slaying Cannon, one meter long and made entirely of silver-iron, had a cool design, with a barrel diameter of ten centimeters and a range dependent on the amount of spirit stones or magical power, though its maximum distance fell short of a hundred miles.

A hundred Ghost-slaying Cannons had cost Qin Jun one billion fame points.

It wasn’t that he was stingy; rather, the killing power of the Ghost-slaying Cannon was insufficient to turn the tide of this battle, and displaying too many might attract unwanted covetousness.

The one hundred guards operating the Ghost-slaying Cannons all possessed Taiyi Realm cultivation, and their precision in shooting was exceptionally high—hitting the bullseye from a hundred steps away was a joke to them.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

One after another, the Ghost-slaying Cannons fired, their ammunition resembling purple orbs of light that shot rapidly towards the battlefield.

Any Netherworld Soldier hit by these shots had their souls instantly dispersed. And with a hundred guards all possessing Taiyi Realm cultivation, the speed at which they infused magical power was exceedingly fast, firing three or four shots per second.

Qin Jun was also crazily infusing spirit stones into the Demon Dragon Cannon. There was no need to elaborate on the power of the Demon Dragon Cannon—so long as the grade and quantity of the spirit stones were sufficient, it could shoot down a deity!

Qin Jun’s storage ring now contained quite a few fourth and fifth grade spirit stones, just perfect to take out and use.

It wasn’t necessary to eradicate the Nether Emperor, but it would be good if he could shoot down a Daluo Immortal or a Golden Immortal from the Daluo Realm!

There were simply too many Golden Immortals from the Daluo Realm in the Netherworld army.

They had to be eliminated!

Elsewhere, Tathāgata and the Nether Emperor were engaged in a heated battle a hundred miles away.

The Nether Emperor raised his hands, and a sky-covering black net rose from behind him, made of gathering Netherworld qi, which had a strong corrosive effect on living beings of the yang world, damaging not only the physical body but also the soul.

Tathāgata, entwined by nine black dragons, concentrated his gaze upon seeing the black net of Netherworld qi.

"Amitabha!"

With a soft chant, Tathāgata suddenly burst into dazzling golden light the next second, illuminating the whole world, and the nine black dragons entwining him were quickly retracted, scorched by the golden light.

The Nether Emperor frowned deeply as the black net of Netherworld qi dissipated before even touching Tathāgata.

Countless Netherworld Soldiers below were burnt to soul dispersal, of course, some with higher cultivation were unharmed.

Although they were also ghosts, they held official positions in the Netherworld and were protected by the Heavenly Dao’s virtues; the Nether Emperor was more so, hence he wasn’t screaming in agony like Xia Yanye had.

"Is this the light of an Ancient Buddha?"

A storm of shock raised in the Nether Emperor’s heart; he’d heard about the Battle of the Demon Ruins before, but hadn´t paid much attention. Now, feeling the power of Tathāgata’s Buddha light firsthand, he realized its strength.

He had heard that in ancient times, Buddhas existed who were powerful, the natural enemies of demons and ghosts.

But for reasons unknown, they retreated and disappeared without a trace.

The immortals and gods dreaded their power, erasing the Buddha lineage from the world, even influencing mortals to reject Buddhism.

Now, seeing Tathāgata’s immense Buddha light, the Nether Emperor couldn’t help but let his thoughts run wild.

First there was Tathāgata, then came Du-E.

And then there was the mysterious origin of the King Yan Palace; were the Ancient Buddhas all returning?

Thoughts notwithstanding, the Nether Emperor did not pause his assault, flipping his hand to grasp a two-zhang-long black spear, swiftly striking at Tathāgata.

Three ghost heads adorned the tip of the spear, entwined with Yin qi, giving it an extremely ferocious appearance.

Tathāgata lifted his hand, reaching into the void, and in an instant, a sky-covering giant hand thousands of zhang in width pushed aside the rolling thunderclouds, coming crashing down.

In front of the sky-covering giant hand, all beings seemed insignificant, including the ten thousand zhang tall Netherworld Wolf Demon which paled in comparison.

The sight of just one hand was so vast, imagining the whole body was downright chilling.

The Nether Emperor’s expression changed slightly; he was too late to dodge and immediately thrust his spear forward.

Boom——

The Nether Emperor, like a black tornado, collided with the palm of the sky-covering giant hand, but the force of the giant hand was terrifying, pressing him rapidly downward towards the ruins of the ground.

The resulting windstorm swept away countless soldiers and Netherworld Soldiers. Qin Jun, who was pouring spirit stones into the Demon Dragon Cannon, was inwardly amazed.

This hand was even larger than the last time when facing Xia Yanye, causing awe to resonate in one’s soul.

"This monk has clearly reached the mid-stage of the Daluo Immortal Realm!"

Ji Yongsheng’s voice suddenly rose, sounding somewhat weighty; Qin Jun scoffed, ’Are you just realizing this?’

"Can you discern the Nether Emperor’s cultivation level?" Qin Jun asked curiously in his mind.

To this point, he still did not know the extent of the Nether Emperor’s cultivation realm, only that he was very strong, able to contend with Tathāgata.