The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 835: The Yan Emperor is Really Weak

Chapter 835: Chapter 835: The Yan Emperor is Really Weak

"Nether Emperor of the Netherworld, I didn’t expect your strength to be so mediocre,"

the ugly Taoist tsk-tsked in amazement with a sneer. It was Taoist Randeng, who had kidnapped Immortal Chu Juhuai.

Logically, he should be focusing on contending with the Sea Pole Palace, so why did he come here?

It turned out that ever since Randeng had captured Chu Juhuai, he had acquired a taste for it. There were not many powerful beings in the forces he controlled, so this time he intended to kidnap some Daluo Realm powerhouses.

Slowly cultivating strong fighters was not as good as directly seizing them.

As for the possibility of capsizing, Randeng was not worried at all.

In his past life, as the Deputy Sect Master of the Chan Sect, Randeng’s strength was naturally formidable, and his self-confidence was through the roof. When he arrived in this world, he was much like Donghuang Taiyi, considering himself above all else.

He casually pulled out a black ruler, clapping his hands as he walked towards the battlefield.

Tathāgata and Nether Emperor, engaged in furious battle, did not realize that another peerless powerhouse had appeared. Should Randeng intervene, it would inevitably disrupt the balance of the battlefield.

That’s because Randeng’s most famous achievement was defeating Tathāgata.

Meanwhile, Qin Jun was surrounded by thousands of Netherworld Soldiers. His movements were agile as two Dao-born heavenly wheels revolved around his body, fending off enemies from behind while his hands continuously executed the Cycle Heavenly Palm, dissipating the attacks of the Netherworld Soldiers and absorbing their magical energy. This allowed him to attack and defend without worrying about running out of magic power.

"Thrilling!"

Qin Jun let out a long laugh. With the help of Ji Yongsheng’s spiritual power, he felt as if he had entered an invincible state.

Unbeatable!

Not a single Netherworld Soldier could touch Qin Jun’s robe. The Cycle Heavenly Palm was extremely powerful, not only absorbing magic power but also having impressive destructive force upon exploding. Few creatures of the same realm could withstand it.

"Hmph, arrogance!"

A Golden Immortal Realm Netherworld General charged with his spear, moving incredibly fast, but Qin Jun lightly tapped the ground with his right foot, and his figure transformed into a flying swallow, easily dodging the attack.

He was proficient in the 36 Heavenly Transformations, moving across the battlefield with versatile and agile maneuvers.

Easily avoiding an attack from a Golden Immortal Realm Netherworld General, the Dragon Emperor, Wang Jian, and Meng Tian also arrived in time to join the fray.

Clang—

Meng Tian swung his sword, sending the Netherworld General flying, while the Dragon Emperor and Wang Jian descended like two cannonballs, landing on either side of Qin Jun.

"Your Majesty, why are you out here?" Wang Jian called out in a deep voice. Wasn’t coming out now just causing more chaos?

Qin Jun replied with a smile, "I naturally came here to slay the enemy!"

With that, he suddenly breathed out Samadhi Real Fire, a rolling flame that swept forward, incinerating hundreds of Netherworld Soldiers, obliterating their souls.

The fearsome Samadhi Real Fire startled both the Dragon Emperor and Wang Jian, making their spines chill.

The Samadhi Real Fire was already capable of overcoming enemies beyond its realm, and now that Qin Jun’s strength had reached the Taiyi Realm, how could the Dragon Emperor and Wang Jian not be alarmed?

Qin Jun leaped into the air, flying over the heads of the Dragon Emperor and Wang Jian towards a dense concentration of Netherworld Soldiers. Of course, no matter where he went, the Netherworld Soldiers would hurl themselves at him without regard for their own lives.

Wang Jian said with a wry smile, "It seems we underestimated His Majesty."

The Dragon Emperor nodded, his mind flashing back to scenes from ten thousand years ago when Qin Jun had battled the Green Fox King, dominant like a war god. Recent interactions had led him to develop the instinct to protect Qin Jun, inadvertently forgetting how formidable Qin Jun once was.

Whoosh—whoosh—

The Dao-born heavenly wheels revolved around Qin Jun, forming an aggressive defense that kept the Netherworld Soldiers at bay.

Flying along, the Samadhi Real Fire blazed fiercely, with no Netherworld Soldier or Netherworld General daring to confront it head-on.

The Dragon Emperor, Wang Jian, and Meng Tian followed close behind. Although Qin Jun’s display of strength surprised them, in such a vast battlefield, they dared not let their guard down.

Clang! Ting! Clang—

Within a hundred miles, nothing but the figures of soldiers locked in battle could be seen, some already missing arms and legs, covered in blood, but still not flinching, roaring furiously as they fought.

"Victory to King Yan Palace!"

A soldier, raising his long sword and bellowing, was just about to swing it down when three Netherworld Soldiers, like specters, attacked him, their swords plunging into his body, blood gushing out wildly.

Liu Chenxiang’s eyes reddened with anger as he swung his axe, sending Axe Energy swirling and slashing, directly shredding those three Netherworld Soldiers.

But the soldier’s lifeforce was gone, and until death, his eyes never closed, filled with an unyielding look.

The grand battle between the realms of yin and yang galvanized the fighting will of the soldiers of King Yan Palace.

If they lost this battle, not only would King Yan Palace cease to exist, but it would also be considered a loss for the realm of yang in this first great war between the two realms.

With a fighting spirit that would not be the mockery of posterity for thousands of years, millions of King Yan Palace soldiers fought with more than a hundred percent of their strength.

Especially after Qin Jun joined the battle, that fighting spirit surged dramatically.

"Even His Majesty has joined the battle, we can’t lose!"

"Even if we die! We must take some Netherworld Soldiers down with us!"

"Today’s battle, for the name of King Yan Palace, we can’t be cowards!"

"Follow the Yan Emperor, slaughter all the Netherworld curs!"

"Damn it! Never thought I’d really die on the battlefield one day!"

The soldiers of King Yan Palace kept roaring angrily, boosting each other’s morale.

Qin Jun’s Samadhi Real Fire was so impressive that it rivaled both the Drought and Yang Ren, standing out on the battlefield.

Before the campaign began, the Netherworld Emperor had given every Netherworld Soldier a description of Qin Jun with the orders to execute him on sight, no mercy to be granted!

Soon, the center of the entire battlefield began to converge towards Qin Jun.

Legions of Netherworld Soldiers, like a black fog, pressed in, making even Qin Jun feel apprehensive.

"In such a formation, anyone else would probably be scared to death..."

Qin Jun mused inwardly, scanning around him and seeing only visions of Netherworld Soldiers attacking from every direction, unable to see the sky or the majestic expanse of the void’s Wolf Demon.

Millions of Netherworld Soldiers, surging like a flood of carps crossing the river, also took a lot of pressure off Yang Chan, Yang Ren, Li Si, and others.

With a wave of her right hand, the Drought set Xu Chongsheng, who ran forth like a wild beast sticking to the ground, his body wrapped in whirling bone weapons that shredded all approaching Netherworld Soldiers in his path, ferocious and unstoppable.

Tathāgata, locked in fierce combat with the Netherworld Emperor, also noticed the massive army of the Netherworld swarming towards Qin Jun and inwardly cursed, but the Netherworld Emperor was too tricky to deal with, and the hundreds of streams of Netherworld dragon energy were locking him in place, unable to break free.

"Human wave tactics?"

Qin Jun sneered, pulling out a single strand of hair, crushing it with magical power, and then blew it out. In the blink of an eye, a thousand extra bodies appeared, all clad in billowing white robes.

With the Divine Power of the Cycle Heavenly Palm at his disposal, Qin Jun no longer needed to worry about depleting his magical energy.

On the dim battlefield, a thousand white-robed split bodies stood out starkly, Qin Jun leaped into the air, followed closely by his duplicates.

"Whoosh—"

The foremost Qin Jun opened his mouth, spewing forth the roaring Samadhi Real Fire that swept across heaven and earth, intending to incinerate a million Netherworld Soldiers, but the Netherworld Soldiers were quick to react and dodged swiftly, leaving only about a hundred to suffer the fate.

Before long, Qin Jun and his split bodies were submerged by a million Netherworld Soldiers.

Ten miles away, Taoist Randeng continued to advance at a leisurely stroll, akin to a casual walk in a courtyard, seemingly oblivious to the combat around him, as any Netherworld Soldiers approaching him were straight away dissipated.

"Is that the Yan Emperor? So weak." Taoist Randeng shook his head, murmuring to himself, clearly not taking Qin Jun seriously.