The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 836: The Traitor

Chapter 836: Chapter 836: The Traitor

The Yan Emperor, once lord of all he surveyed, was nothing more than a lackey in the Taiyi Realm!

Randeng’s face was full of mockery as he pondered whether he should just take over King Yan Palace.

No sooner had this thought emerged than it grew rapidly, like a seed sprouting into a towering tree reaching for the sky.

"Hmm, help King Yan Palace repel the Netherworld army, then seize King Yan Palace for myself," he muttered.

Randeng’s eyes darted about as he quickly made up his mind.

After all, he was there to scavenge, so why not take over an entire major force?

"Old Taoist, take my sword!"

A Netherworld General suddenly charged at him. It was easy to tell friend from foe on the battlefield: one side was living beings, the other, spectral entities. Thus, upon seeing Randeng, the Netherworld General didn’t hesitate to strike.

The numerous Netherworld Soldiers who had approached him earlier had their souls scattered, a clear sign that this Old Taoist was not to be trifled with.

As a Netherworld General, it was natural to want to take out such a tough adversary.

The Netherworld General was a towering figure clad in black heavy armor. He leaped forward, raising his great sword above his head, intent on cleaving Randeng in two.

With a flip of his right hand, a black ruler appeared in Randeng’s grasp. He swung it casually, and the imposing Netherworld General felt a terrifying wind hit him square on. Before he could react, his spectral body was blasted to pieces.

In the direction where the black ruler pointed, a narrow rift appeared in the thunderclouds miles away, as if the sky itself had been split open.

Such terrifying power from a mere flick of the wrist!

This display of strength terrified the surrounding Netherworld Soldiers and soldiers from King Yan Palace alike, prompting them to quickly distance themselves from him.

Undisturbed, Randeng continued on his way forward. He was still more than ten miles away from Qin Jun and dozens of miles away from Tathāgata and the Nether Emperor.

He was in no rush, still strolling leisurely along.

It wouldn’t hurt to let Tathāgata and the Nether Emperor exhaust themselves a bit more.

Confident as he was, Randeng did not dare to guarantee that he could defeat the Nether Emperor and Tathāgata together.

Time slowly passed by.

Meanwhile, more and more beings were gathering at the Demon Ruins. Their cultivation was high; those below the Taiyi Realm did not dare to come. These powerhouses were mostly interested in spectating the battle; witnessing the unparalleled demeanor of the Nether Emperor was beneficial to their own cultivation.

The most crucial point was that this battle would affect the situation in the world.

If King Yan Palace emerged victorious, they would rise meteorically, even potentially ousting the Nether Emperor.

If the Nether Emperor won, it would mean that the first great war between the living and the spectral realms had ended in defeat for the living, and who could guarantee that the Nether Emperor wouldn’t attack other forces in the living world in the future?

Regardless of who won or lost, the outcome would impact other forces.

"The presence ahead... is staggering..."

"Who could possibly be restraining the Nether Emperor? Could it be some hidden old monster?"

"Possible! Just like Xia Yanye!"

"Xia Yanye has fled, no one knows to where. I really wanted to see the King of Resentment and the Nether Emperor join forces—they’re both legendary after all!"

"I’m more eager to see King Yan Palace triumph."

Strong beings from various factions were filled with amazement as they flew towards the battleground. Even though they had yet to see the actual battlefield, the surging killing intent already had them on edge.

Thirty million Netherworld Soldiers; the very thought was frightening.

This time, the Nether Emperor was truly incensed, determined to eliminate King Yan Palace once and for all.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

One after another, golden palm imprints were struck out, hailing from Qin Jun’s Great Zhou Sea Subduing Palm; everywhere he turned, there were Netherworld Soldiers, but thankfully, he had his split bodies to help share the burden.

The Dragon Emperor, Wang Jian, and Meng Tian were also aiding in eliminating the enemy, turning the entire battlefield to revolve around Qin Jun at its core.

The three Netherworld Wolf Demons, sensing Qin Jun was in danger, roared as they charged forward, the ground quaking violently beneath them.

One of the Netherworld Wolf Demons unleashed its right fist, its brutal fist wind tearing through everything, hurling tens of thousands of Netherworld Soldiers in the sky, reducing the weaker ones to ash on the spot. Even Qin Jun had to dodge, fearing being accidentally wounded by the Netherworld Wolf Demon.

"Such power..."

Qin Jun shielded his face with his hand as the fierce wind made his white clothes flutter loudly.

Only when facing the Wolf Demon right on the battlefield could one understand why it was known as a demon.

"Now all I have is to buy some time."

Qin Jun glanced back at Tathāgata and the Nether Emperor, who were still locked in a frenzied battle high in the sky, their figures crossing so fast that they dazzled, making them impossible to track even for Qin Jun.

In the Luoshi Immortal Realm, unless there was an absolute difference in cultivation or one possessed a heaven-defying magical treasure, it was very hard to kill an opponent in a short period of time.

Not to mention the Nether Emperor himself claimed to be immortal and indestructible.

Bang—

Tathāgata and the Nether Emperor clashed palms once again, both sent flying. Tathāgata’s mask now bore cracks, and the Nether Emperor’s black dragon robe was splattered with blood, his face covered in bloodstains, looking extremely pitiful.

"You can’t kill me!"

The Nether Emperor sneered fiercely, his Netherworld dragon aura lashing out at Tathāgata like whips.

Tathāgata, relying on his golden body, did not dodge at all, letting the Netherworld dragon aura whip him as much as it liked, his gaze remaining incredibly sharp.

"How can I vanquish him?"

The thought raced anxiously through Tathāgata’s mind, the longer this dragged out, the more disadvantageous it was for King Yan Palace.

The Nether Emperor, too, couldn’t handle him, so he was deliberately dragging it out.

At that moment, Tathāgata’s pupils shrank, and he instinctively turned his head, his gaze cut through the shadows of millions of soldiers, landing on Randeng who was strolling over from over twenty miles away.

Randeng took out a black ruler, which looked entirely out of place amidst the chaos.

"It’s him!"

Tathāgata’s eyes bloodshot in an instant, Randeng was the person he hated most, and he couldn’t believe the old man dared to show up.

Boom—

Tathāgata’s aura surged violently, his vigorous winds swirling around his body, forcefully knocking away the Nether Emperor.

In his fury, he exceeded his limits, sending the Nether Emperor flying tens of thousands of meters away.

The Nether Emperor felt shocked and enraged, not understanding what had triggered Tathāgata, as if he had gone mad.

"Randeng!"

Tathāgata bellowed in rage, his voice echoing across the entire Demon Wasteland, causing the ears of tens of millions of creatures on the battlefield to ring.

Randeng?

The Nether Emperor knitted his brow, Qin Jun’s heart skipped a beat, and he cursed under his breath.

"Damn! Why has Randeng, this shit-stirrer, shown up?"

Qin Jun quickly turned around to look, now that he had gathered three Taiyi Realm wheels, he could divide his attention because the wheels protected him.

Due to the great distance and the thick ranks of soldiers on both sides, he couldn’t see Randeng, but he could see Tathāgata, like the sun, unstoppable, charging forward.

"Huh? This voice and aura feel so familiar."

Watching Tathāgata approach, Randeng expressed his surprise and suspicion, quickly guessing Tathāgata’s identity.

But he didn’t cry out. Instead, he shook his head, wondering why Tathāgata, thought to have been crippled by the Great Qin Heavenly Court, would appear here.

Soon enough, Tathāgata arrived, his right palm raised high before pressing down, and in an instant, the earth within a thousand meters of Randeng crumbled, all the Netherworld Soldiers’ souls scattered.

With a calm expression, Randeng swung his black ruler, the void being whipped.

Boom—

The colliding gales merged, Tathāgata’s black robe flapping incessantly as he glared down at Randeng, his eyes filled with raging fury, wishing to tear Randeng into a million pieces.

"Traitor! Descend to hell and repent!"

Tathāgata roared, and as his words fell, a Sky-covering Giant Hand parted the sea of clouds, crashing down with unrivaled force, intending to flatten Randeng with a single strike.