The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 842: Two Bastards

Chapter 842: Chapter 842: Two Bastards

Boom——

Tathāgata swiftly dodged, but the torrent formed by the convergence of hundreds of thousands of sword shadows relentlessly pursued him.

Gonggong, the Nether Emperor, was fine, easily blocking and deflecting the torrent of sword shadows with his Netherworld dragon Qi. Yet, his brow furrowed in frustration as he cursed inwardly, "This guy really has gotten a lot stronger, and he’s intentionally hiding his skill!"

After all, it had been tens of thousands of years since the Swordmaster had taken real action. Even when suppressing the Demon Ancestor, he had stopped just short and hadn’t aimed for the Demon Ancestor’s life.

This time, the Swordmaster had clearly not held back, and his aggressive attack shocked the Nether Emperor.

"Damn it! Do they really think I’m easy to bully?"

Randeng cursed angrily, his Taoist robe billowing and making a whooshing sound. The Universe Ruler in his hand suddenly enlarged, and with a furious swing, he knocked the torrent of sword shadows away. At the same time, his figure darted around the torrent, heading straight for the Swordmaster.

The Swordmaster was fearless, with seven treasured swords floating around him, two of which he gripped in his hands as he surged toward Randeng.

He had never been one to shy away from battle, daring to fight even against the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny.

Unknown to the world, he challenged the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny once every hundred years, though he never once won.

The two soon collided.

The twin swords struck the Universe Ruler, sparks flying. Their eyes met—battle intent filled the Swordmaster’s eyes, while raging flames burned in Randeng’s.

What he despised most was when someone appeared more imposing than he. He had enjoyed putting pressure on the Nether Emperor and Tathāgata, feeling secretly thrilled. But then, the Swordmaster showed up, stealing his thunder, and even had the audacity to attempt a three-on-one battle. This was simply unbearable!

The two pushed each other away with force, then swiftly launched back into attack. The Swordmaster brandished his swords in a wild flurry of cuts and chops, forcing Randeng to use the Universe Ruler solely for defense.

Meanwhile, the Nether Emperor and Tathāgata also charged forward, wanting to help take down Randeng. But the two swords behind the Swordmaster seemed to move with a life of their own, attacking them and preventing them from getting close.

"This madman! Does he not care for the occasion when it comes to fighting?"

The Nether Emperor overflowed with a murderous intent. He had come for revenge, yet he now found himself a pawn in the battle of powerhouses, leaving him greatly annoyed and feeling manipulated.

The Swordmaster didn’t bother with such concerns. In his life, he pursued the strongest title; unable to defeat the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny, he had to target others.

He aimed to fight all the powerful beings in the world until he stood invincibly alone!

"These two really love to show off..."

Amidst the ocean of Netherworld Soldiers, Qin Jun fought while thinking speechlessly. What was meant to be a life-and-death battle had, due to Randeng and the Swordmaster’s intervention, forced the Nether Emperor and Tathāgata to cease fighting. Not just the Nether Emperor, but Qin Jun was also annoyed.

Although he looked forward to the Swordmaster’s performance, he did not want to see the Swordmaster disrupt the battle.

King Yan Palace and the Netherworld armies were in a murderous frenzy, both filled with a desire to kill. Now that these two outsiders had intervened and took control of the battlefield, nobody was pleased.

"Can you two assholes just get out and fight elsewhere!"

Qin Jun, unable to hold back, shouted loudly, his voice fueled with mana carrying across the entire battlefield.

The Swordmaster and Randeng heard him, but remained indifferent, continuing their heated battle.

In their eyes, the Yan Emperor wasn’t even worth mentioning. Among the young fiends of the world, they only respected the Holy Emperor of Qin.

The Nether Emperor and Tathāgata seemed to take a hint and immediately backed away, distancing themselves from the Swordmaster’s swords. The Nether Emperor shouted angrily, "Exactly! Can you two go fight somewhere far away!"

"Amitabha!" Tathāgata chanted with his hands clasped together, though his tone was deep and clearly irritated.

Qin Jun watched, vexed, and was about to speak again when a long howl resonated from afar. A towering tidal wave rose up on the horizon, drowning the soldiers in its path, forcing even the onlookers to avoid it.

"Hehehe! What lively chaos!"

Above the waves stood a monkey demon with a flat nose, a protruding forehead, a white head on a blue body, and fierce eyes. Iron chains coiled around its body.

Just from its appearance, it was clear this was a ferocious demon.

It was none other than the Red-Bottomed Horse Monkey, Wuzhiqi!

Legend has it that his water control abilities were not inferior to the water deity Gonggong!

His forceful arrival caught the attention of many beings, but not that of the four from the Nether Emperor’s group.

Daluo demons in the late stages of the Immortal Realm were nothing in their eyes!

"I am the Red-Bottomed Horse Monkey. I have come specially to pledge my allegiance to His Majesty, the Yan Emperor. Whoever His Majesty orders me to strike, I will strike!"

The Red-Bottomed Horse Monkey laughed uproariously, causing Qin Jun to hear the untamed arrogance of Sun Wukong in his voice.

It seemed the fiery Red-Bottomed Horse Monkey was also an explosive monkey.

Upon seeing the Red-Bottomed Horse Monkey, the Six-Eared Macaque’s expression turned odd. He hadn’t regained the memories of his past life and was unaware of the legends surrounding the Red-Bottomed Horse Monkey, but he could sense a certain connection between this monkey demon and himself.

Besides Sun Wukong and Yuan Hong, he had unexpectedly encountered yet another monkey demon not less powerful than himself.

No, this monkey demon was much stronger than him!

With resentment in his heart, the Six-Eared Macaque could only vent his frustration on the Netherworld Soldiers.

Tathāgata, however, shuddered all over, turning back in astonishment to look at the Red-Bottomed Horse Monkey.

Having regained the memories of his past life, he remembered the legends of the Red-Bottomed Horse Monkey. He wondered how the demons and goblins from his past life had all descended into this world.

"Just destroy the Netherworld Soldiers!"

Qin Jun laughed out loud, knowing that the arrival of the Red-Bottomed Horse Monkey could alleviate a lot of pressure. However, against the likes of the Nether Emperor of Netherworld, Randeng, and the Sword Master, the difference was still vast.

Unbeknownst to him, the very next second, the Red-Bottomed Horse Monkey charged towards the Nether Emperor of Netherworld and his four companions.

Clang clang clang—

Chains rattled as the Red-Bottomed Horse Monkey leaped from the waves, raising his right fist and crossing dozens of miles in a single bound to throw a punch at the Nether Emperor of Netherworld and his four companions, intent on blowing them apart.

"Hmph! Overestimating yourself!"

The Nether Emperor of Netherworld snorted in anger, and a Netherworld dragon breath shot directly towards the Red-Bottomed Horse Monkey, transforming into a sinister and terrifying thousand-scale-long black dragon.

The Red-Bottomed Horse Monkey, fearless, instead grinned ferociously and smashed down with his fist.

Bang—

His fist collided with the top of the black dragon’s head, and in an instant, the Netherworld dragon breath exploded. The Red-Bottomed Horse Monkey was blown away but stabilized his form with a somersault in mid-air.

"Truly strong."

The Red-Bottomed Horse Monkey shook his numbed right fist, cursing under his breath. Yet, there was not a hint of fear on his face.

He was actually even more excited.

The Sword Master and Randeng did not pause their battle due to the arrival of the Red-Bottomed Horse Monkey. Instead, their fight became even more fierce. The ground below them cracked open, and bolts of lightning struck down, as if the apocalypse had arrived.

The soldiers of King Yan Palace and the Netherworld army had to dodge to avoid being affected by the battle.

This scene greatly irritated both Qin Jun and the Nether Emperor of Netherworld.

While using Netherworld dragon breath to fend off the Red-Bottomed Horse Monkey’s stubborn attacks, the Nether Emperor of Netherworld cursed, "After this battle is over, I will make a trip to the Jie Sect Palace and Sword Court!"

The Jie Sect Palace was the force that Randeng had established.

The Sword Court was the stronghold of the Sword Master.

Hearing the threat from the Nether Emperor of Netherworld, Randeng and the Sword Master remained unconcerned, still immersed in their battle.

Rumble rumble rumble—

The surface of the earth continued to split, paired with the heavenly Xuan lightning, as if heaven and earth were on the brink of collapse.

"When my Laojun arrives, I’ll make you call me ’daddy’!" Qin Jun cursed out loud, but this statement caused Yang Chan, who was not far away, to shiver all over.

Laojun?

Could it be Laojun, the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord from a previous life?