The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 834 Really Lively

Chapter 834: Chapter 834 Really Lively

Zhenwu Emperor’s robes were tattered, and his body was covered in bloodstains, lying amidst the ruins, drenched in fresh blood, he looked incredibly pitiable, already unconscious, but fortunately, his breath was still there.

Qin Jun hurriedly took out a Daluo Restoration Pill and fed it to Zhenwu Emperor, which melted upon entering his mouth.

He turned and looked toward the edge of the city walls, where Tathāgata and the Netherworld Emperor had once again started a fierce battle.

To prevent King Yan City from being affected, Qin Jun’s mind moved, and King Yan City began to move, quickly distancing itself from the Netherworld Emperor and Tathāgata.

This scene astonished the Netherworld Emperor, who suddenly remembered that King Yan City’s original form was a divine tomb.

A giant city capable of moving at any time is something the Netherworld Emperor had only read about in ancient texts.

"Distraction? It seems you seek liberation!"

Tathāgata said in a deep voice, sitting on a golden lotus, waving his hand, another devastating palm shadow surged out, catching the Netherworld Emperor off guard and directly blasting him away.

The soldiers of both sides also started to engage in a chaotic battle once again.

After the Buddhist chant from Tathāgata swept through the battlefield, he did not continue to use his Divine Power, indicating that the cost of utilizing this Divine Power was extremely high.

"Thought that ferrying the wicked would end the war!"

The Six-Eared Macaque cursed, sweeping out with his staff, directly scattering over a dozen Netherworld Soldiers. Before he could turn around, a Golden Immortal Realm Netherworld General swung his sword at him, scaring him into hurriedly dodging.

The Six-Eared Macaque also had the same abilities as Sun Wukong, capable of seventy-two transformations, which made him an absolutely dominant presence on the battlefield, unpredictable and the most nimble.

Injuring him was as difficult as hurting a supreme Daluo Immortal.

On the other side, Yang Chan, who only possessed Taiyi Realm cultivation, was also unharmed, for the Treasure Lotus Lamp was too powerful, allowing her to cope with the chaotic battlefield for the time being, but the consumption of the Treasure Lotus Lamp was also immense, causing her face to turn somewhat pale.

If this continued, Yang Chan’s outcome looked grim.

Liu Chenxiang, surrounded and attacked by five Golden Immortal Realm Netherworld Generals, so overwhelmed with his own safety, had not noticed his mother’s condition.

The Drought Fiend spat fire from both hands, rampaging across the battlefield; wherever it went, Netherworld Soldiers screamed in agony as the fierce flames gradually covered the land.

Xu Chongsheng had already transformed into a wild beast rampaging on the battlefield; wielding various bone weapons, his terrifying deathly aura directly ripped through the Netherworld Soldiers in his path.

Yang Ren, who also relied on fire, was in a similar situation as Yang Chan; too much magical power had been expended, and if he continued to swing the Divine Fire Fan, it would be extremely disadvantageous for him in this war of attrition.

Dragon Emperor, Wang Jian, Meng Tian, Wen Zhong, and Li Si, on the other hand, were doing fine; they all fought with their physical bodies, and their energy consumption wasn’t significant, their postures still aggressive and fierce.

Time trickled away, second by second.

"You’re awake?"

Qin Jun, upon seeing Zhenwu Emperor open his eyes, couldn’t help but ask.

Zhenwu Emperor’s gaze was dazed, feeling his injuries rapidly healing, and glancing at Qin Jun, he immediately realized that it was that precious pill again.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for saving my life."

Zhenwu Emperor gritted his teeth, slowly got up, and thanked Qin Jun with a bow.

Qin Jun waved his hand, smiling and said, "Rest well, heal up before fighting again, this war, I’m afraid, won’t end any time soon."

Zhenwu Emperor nodded, then sat cross-legged amidst the ruins to heal with his cultivation.

"Ji Yongsheng, could you assist us in the battle?" Qin Jun strolled toward the city wall, his white clothes flapping loudly in the gale, and his body gradually turned golden.

That’s right!

He wanted to take action!

He didn’t want to just watch this great battle between the realms of yin and yang.

After all, he too possessed Golden Immortal Realm cultivation, and with his addition, he would certainly be able to alleviate much pressure from the others.

Because he was a walking focus of enmity.

"Ha, with that low level of cultivation you want to join in the battle!"

Ji Yongsheng sneered mockingly, but the next second, a surging power burst forth from Qin Jun’s dao fruit, coursing through the extraordinary and the ordinary meridians, and it was indeed the power of Ji Yongsheng.

A man whose words do not match his heart!

Qin Jun smiled slightly, as the purple flame between his eyebrows rapidly pulsed. His pupils, similar to the Ziwei star, suddenly narrowed. Then, bending his legs, he leaped into the air, vaulting directly over the city wall toward the battlefield.

This scene left the Zhenwu Emperor with his mouth open, wanting to call out, but he stopped himself as the words reached his lips—there was no time.

"Your Majesty!"

The guards operating the Ghost-slaying Cannon shouted in unison, all filled with terror.

If Qin Jun were killed on the battlefield, their King Yan Palace would lose its linchpin and their defeat would be certain.

However, Qin Jun paid them no heed and charged straight for the closest Netherworld Soldiers.

"It’s the Yan Emperor! He’s come out!"

"This guy actually dares to come out! Kill him, and earn the highest merit!"

"Charge!"

"How strong is this Yan Emperor’s cultivation, really?"

Upon seeing Qin Jun, the Netherworld Soldiers immediately grew excited and rushed toward him.

Qin Jun sneered with disdain and quickly condensed two golden halos behind him—the very Cycle Heavenly Wheels—while sweeping his palm toward the Netherworld Soldiers.

Cycle Heavenly Palm of Shattering Mountains!

The mountainous palm shadow instantly scattered several Netherworld Soldiers, but many more dodged the attack.

The greatest utility of the Cycle Heavenly Palm was to absorb the magical powers of the enemy. Ji Yongsheng had relied on this technique to battle the immortals and gods for hundreds of years, fighting until the sky darkened and the earth dimmed.

Boom—

Two Cycle Heavenly Wheels rolled outwards, blasting apart the assaulting Netherworld Soldiers. Their cultivation was mostly around the Transforming Void Realm level, which was no match for Qin Jun, especially with Ji Yongsheng’s power enhancing him—Qin Jun now possessed the combat strength of the Taiyi Realm.

"This is bad! Why has His Majesty come out?" the Dragon Emperor exclaimed in shock, causing Wang Jian and Meng Tian nearby to turn their heads and look.

Following their gaze, they saw dense throngs of Netherworld Soldiers surging from all sides toward Qin Jun.

Clad in white, Qin Jun appeared as if he could be engulfed at any moment amidst the chaos of war.

The Dragon Emperor and the others hastily rushed toward Qin Jun, their hearts filled with anxiety, failing to comprehend why Qin Jun would act.

"Let me show you, the Cycle Heavenly Palm of Submerging Seas!"

Qin Jun laughed wildly as he swept out his right palm from behind, an enormous surge of magical power roaring forth. In an instant, a hundred-zhang-tall giant palm pressed against the ground and rolled over it, the Netherworld Soldiers screaming as they were blasted apart in its path.

In just a dozen or so breaths, Qin Jun had dealt with dozens of Netherworld Soldiers.

But compared to a number like twenty million, it was hardly worth mentioning.

Only by being on the battlefield could Qin Jun feel the endless expanse, where upon looking around, countless figures were engaged in battle, with thunderclouds billowing, adding an even more solemn air to the scene.

Catching sight of Qin Jun’s figure while engaged with Tathāgata, the Nether Emperor of Netherworld’s eyes instantly reddened despite the distance of several dozen li.

"You dare to come out!"

The Nether Emperor’s heart blazed with rage, thinking that Qin Jun no longer regarded him seriously.

He could tell at a glance that Qin Jun was merely at the Golden Immortal Realm, extremely weak. Yet, such a weakling proved impossible for him to kill.

In his fury, the Nether Emperor violently barged past Tathāgata, then rapidly advanced to kill Qin Jun.

But how could Tathāgata possibly let him have his way?

In the blink of an eye, he caught up, their figures intertwining in the void, battling with no clear victor.

Meanwhile, a figure in a gray, worn daoist robe walked leisurely along the horizon, heading towards the great battle. Ugly in appearance, he marveled at the battle ahead, "The great battle between the realms of yin and yang is truly lively!"