The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 845: Collapsing at the First Blow

Chapter 845: Chapter 845: Collapsing at the First Blow

"Humph!"

Facing the unstoppable Randeng and the Sword Master, the Old Taoist didn’t care at all and swept his Dust Brush with a direct motion.

In a flash of lightning, just as the Sword Master and Randeng were about to grab Qin Jun, they were smacked in the face by the Dust Brush. Everything happened too fast for them to react, and the next second, they were sent flying by the white hairs of the Dust Brush.

The Old Taoist moved very fast. With a pull and a retract of his right hand, the Dust Brush swiftly returned to his arm as if he had not made a move at all.

Tathāgata’s pupils shrank as he thought to himself, "So fast!"

Qin Jun, who was behind the Old Taoist, only felt a gust of wind coming towards him, instinctively closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, Randeng and the Sword Master had been thrown tens of thousands of meters away, looking quite disheveled.

Boom—

The countless spectators immediately exploded into an uproar, all of them staring at the Old Taoist with eyes wide and tongues tied.

Those were Randeng and the Sword Master!

And they were just flung away by the Old Taoist with one strike, was he that ferocious?

The Nether Emperor was also stunned, somewhat unable to wrap his head around it, having never seen the Old Taoist before.

After regaining their footing, both Randeng and the Sword Master looked at the Old Taoist in disbelief.

"How is this possible..." Randeng trembled all over, quickly sweeping his Divine Consciousness around, but the Old Taoist’s aura remained as ordinary as a mortal’s, an exceedingly strange sensation.

The Sword Master even knitted his cold brows tighter, filled with shock in his heart.

Compared to Randeng, he felt even more terrified, because in that brief instant, he actually smelled the scent of death.

He even believed the Old Taoist had held back, otherwise he might very well have died.

The silence of the two mighty lords provoked an earth-shattering commotion among the spectators.

"Who is that old Taoist priest?"

"Did I just see things, or did he easily repel the Sword Master and Randeng?"

"So strong..."

"Where did King Yan find this mysterious powerful figure, could he be King Yan’s master?"

"Very likely!"

The beings were abuzz with discussion, with most of them excited, as at least the battle had become more interesting to watch.

In the distance, the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny sat on a huge rock, watching the battle with pleasure. He stared straight ahead, lightly chuckling, "Interesting, a late-stage Daluo Immortal Realm fellow. It seems the King Yan Palace is no simple place to have summoned such a mighty warrior."

From initial surprise to eager anticipation, the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny’s attitude changed swiftly.

He didn’t get directly involved but sat leisurely on the rock, standing out amidst the surrounding chaotic war, his robe red as if stained with blood. Any Netherworld Soldier that tried to attack him dissipated into nothing before even coming within ten meters of him.

Zhenwu Emperor, Yang Chan, and Liu Chenxiang all wore excited faces; they knew very well the identity of the Old Taoist and were incredibly curious about how Qin Jun could have come into contact with the Old Taoist.

What kind of performance would this saint from a past life have in this one?

All the soldiers from the King Yan Palace were inspired, their morale boosted as they continued their deadly fight with the Netherworld army.

Qin Jun clenched his fists tightly, struggling to calm his emotions, then smiled at Randeng and the Sword Master, "Weren’t you quite arrogant? Come at me again!"

"Randeng, didn’t you want to court death for me? Come then!"

"I will personally show you the path to death!"

Listening to Qin Jun’s provocative words, Randeng was almost bursting with anger, and the Sword Master’s expression turned unsightly. Although Qin Jun was primarily targeting Randeng, it was no easier for him.

"Damn it! Dao Ancestor’s... Shameless child, take my one-foot measure!"

As Randeng cursed and charged at Qin Jun, the Universe Ruler shone like a long sword in the air, its cold light chilling to the bone.

The Old Taoist smiled indifferently, holding a Vajra Cutter in his left hand, waiting for Randeng to approach.

Qin Jun laughed boisterously, "Randeng, I’ll just stand right here, waiting for you to feed me your ruler. If I move even half a step, I lose!"

The epitome of arrogance!

Even the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of his mouth, fighting the urge to laugh.

This was the first time he had encountered such an Emperor Di.

Randeng was so furious that his lungs were about to explode. He raised the Universe Ruler high and smashed down with a roar, even disregarding the presence of Tathāgata and the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord guarding Qin Jun.

He truly hated Qin Jun to the core. How could this man’s words be even more infuriating than his?

"Humph! How dare you!"

The Grand Supreme Elderly Lord let out a cold snort, and threw the Vajra Scepter at the oncoming Universe Ruler.

The Vajra Scepter swiftly snatched the Universe Ruler away. Randeng only felt an unrivaled power surge towards him, his Universe Ruler slipping from his grasp and getting sucked into the Vajra Scepter.

Randeng’s pupils shrank instantly, overwhelmed with panic.

The Universe Ruler was his treasure, how could it just be taken away?

Could it be that the Vajra ring was of a higher grade than his Universe Ruler?

Qin Jun, on the other hand, watched with excitement. The Universe Ruler had actually been taken by the Vajra Scepter; it reminded him of the Qingniu Bull demon from "Journey to the West", who, despite being a lowly beast, could strut around proudly with the Vajra Scepter, let alone the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord.

"Do you have any other methods?"

Catching the returning Vajra Scepter, the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord asked indifferently, exuding the charisma of a peerless being to the fullest.

Tathāgata, the Netherworld Emperor, and the Sword Master watched in a cold sweat, knowing full well the might of the Universe Ruler.

They never expected that Randeng would lose it to the Vajra Scepter as soon as he brought it out.

Without the Universe Ruler, Randeng’s fighting power would drastically decrease.

"Who exactly is this person?" the Sword Master thought, trembling, as the five swords behind him quivered.

The Netherworld Emperor was equally shaken. The previously unbeatable Randeng now seemed like a mere child in front of the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord.

Randeng was even more terrified, a cold shiver spreading from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, as if he were in a cold cellar.

In that instant, Randeng seemed to see some strange yet familiar scenes, his consciousness becoming somewhat confused.

"Elderly Lord, have him crippled for me!"

Qin Jun said with an excited smile, holding back, knowing that to strike a snake, one should aim for its vitals. Cripple Randeng and see how he can act arrogantly in the future!

The nearby Tathāgata shuddered at the words, recalling the horror of being crippled in cultivation.

A doubt suddenly arose in him, who was stronger between the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord and Patriarch Bodhi?

Both were related to sages, and they had never directly confronted each other.

"Hmm."

The Grand Supreme Elderly Lord nodded slightly, and with a flick of his Dust Brush, the attached white hairs swiftly extended and struck at Randeng.

At the moment, Randeng was still in a daze, with a mix of memories in his mind causing him to be unable to react before the Dust Brush wrapped around him. In the next second, he was dragged before the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord.

The Grand Supreme Elderly Lord, holding the Vajra Scepter in his left hand, struck directly at Randeng’s forehead.

Boom!

Randeng felt his head burst, his consciousness plunging into chaos, while his body fell kneeling before the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord.

This scene made countless beings gasp in shock.

From the perspective of a bystander, Randeng was completely powerless in the face of the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord, easily defeated, and now kneeling before him.

The whole process took only a few short breaths.

Both the Netherworld Emperor and the Sword Master felt a chilling coldness.

However, the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny sitting on a giant rock in the distance laughed, stroking his chin and murmuring, "Although this man is at the late stage of the Luoshi Immortal Realm, his actual combat power is even stronger. And that Randeng, despite being just one step away from the late stage, is still somewhat outmatched."

"But Randeng didn’t seem to be at his best just now. What happened? Could he have been affected by some sort of technique or Divine Power?"