The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 846: The Choice of the Weak

Chapter 846: Chapter 846: The Choice of the Weak

"Randeng was just defeated like that?"

"Could it be an act? He appeared so powerful before!"

"That Old Taoist is incredibly strong..."

"Terrifying. The world is about to change!"

"Hiss— Both Sword Master and the Nether Emperor are to be pulled down from the Dominance Leaderboard! Whether it’s Randeng, Crossing Evil, or this mysterious Old Taoist, all have shown immense strength!"

Creatures were whispering to each other in a buzz of excitement, believing their journey had not been in vain.

This battle would surely go down in history, for it involved too many significant figures.

If they knew that the Emperor of the Heavenly Destiny had also arrived quietly, they would be even more excited.

The Emperor of the Heavenly Destiny, soaring high above, is the target of struggle for all races and beings in the world.

With Randeng’s defeat, the entire battlefield fell silent; even the soldiers from both sides did the same, everyone’s eyes turning to the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord and Randeng.

Atop the ruins, Randeng knelt in front of the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord, who, stroking his beard, looked down on him. Together with the rolling thunderclouds, this scene deeply etched itself into the hearts of countless beings.

"Are you really going to cripple him?"

The Grand Supreme Elderly Lord asked softly. Advancing to the mid-phase of the Daluo Realm was no easy feat; had it not been for Qin Jun, he and Randeng would have no enmity.

Karmic retribution; should he cripple Randeng today, that would sow the cause. Would there be an effect in the future?

However, the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord, after all, was a split body of a Saint. His seeming indifference could not mask a pride that even Donghuang Taiyi might slightly lack.

Qin Jun’s lips curled into a smile as he said lightly, "Cripple him now, and if he repents later, I can have him recover quickly."

After all, the Daluo Realm is still the Daluo Realm; a single Daluo Restoration Pill would be enough!

The Grand Supreme Elderly Lord was surprised at those words and looked at Qin Jun with increasing interest.

Immediately, the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord raised his hand towards Randeng, a white light shot from his fingertip, landing on Randeng’s head, causing his body to stiffen instantly. Under the control of the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord’s power, Randeng slowly levitated.

At that moment, Randeng was trapped in a chaotic state, as countless memories crazily burst from the depths of his mind.

"This Old Taoist is so strong; where did you manage to swindle him from?"

Ji Yongsheng asked in wonderment within Qin Jun’s mind. Although he was already accustomed, the sight of the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord still made him unable to suppress his shock.

At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before Qin Jun could summon even stronger individuals who would surpass him, making him feel the situation was absurd.

"The secrets of heaven must not be revealed!" Qin Jun hummed within his mind.

First cripple Randeng, then educate him for a while; he was, after all, a super-strong being, not someone to be killed directly.

Tathāgata looked at the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord removing Randeng’s cultivation with complicated feelings; instead of feeling relieved, he felt sad, as if lamenting the death of a comrade.

After all, in a previous life, they were from the same sect.

The Nether Emperor, standing at a distance, felt incredibly distressed. With the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord present, could the battle continue? If it did, his death was certain.

Even someone as strong as Randeng had been effortlessly subdued by the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord.

The Sword Master also remained silent, preferring to challenge the strong; however, at this moment, he dared not rashly unsheathe his sword against the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord.

The Grand Supreme Elderly Lord’s recent actions had been far too frightening, like that of a deity.

The battlefield was silent, across the wasteland, every being watching the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord and Qin Jun.

With a thud, Randeng fell to the ground, his body convulsing, his breath weak, his cultivation evidently crippled.

Qin Jun breathed a sigh of relief. Randeng was too cunning; had he not been crippled, Qin Jun would only have the option to swiftly eliminate him.

But Qin Jun felt an affinity towards the deities and demons summoned by the system; deep down, he actually did not wish to kill Randeng.

Had it not been for Randeng’s interference, he and Qin Jun would have no grievances.

Gazing at Randeng whose body wouldn’t stop twitching, Qin Jun’s face flashed with a trace of pity, for in any world, the principle was the same: the survival of the fittest, the victory of the strong over the weak.

Defeated meant defeated!

"Randeng, do you have anything else to say?" Qin Jun looked down at Randeng and asked indifferently. After Randeng was crippled, Qin Jun did not continue to kick a man when he was down, which made the Old Taoist’s esteem for Qin Jun rise even higher.

The earlier provocation hadn’t been mindless; it was merely to provoke the enemy.

This young Emperor Di had a rather commendable temperament.

At the moment, Randeng was still in a state of chaos, causing both Qin Jun and the Old Taoist to frown.

"What’s going on?" The Old Taoist couldn’t understand either. All he had done was cripple Randeng’s cultivation, so logically, Randeng should still have been conscious.

"Randeng is recovering his reincarnation memories!"

The system’s voice echoed in Qin Jun’s mind, making him doubtfully surprised.

Following Tathāgata, Randeng had also awakened.

Could there be some connection between them?

Qin Jun was puzzled, but the system offered no explanation, so he chose not to dwell on it any longer.

Turning around, he looked towards the distant Nether Emperor and Sword Master, and asked with a smile, "Do you still dare to fight?"

Do you still dare to fight?

This question echoed across the entire battlefield, leaving the Nether Emperor and Sword Master feeling both enraged and powerless at the same time.

The Old Taoist and Tathāgata together were adversaries they were in no position to deal with!

The Sword Master was alright; he could retreat if he wished, as he was alone anyway.

But what about the Nether Emperor?

He had come with a large army, and tens of millions of Netherworld Soldiers had been killed or injured. Now to ask him to retreat?

How was he to face the Netherworld, how was he to walk in the world?

In the distance, the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny who sat on a huge rock had started to laugh. He murmured to himself, "Netherworld, oh Netherworld, you consider yourself extraordinary, willing to contend with me. Now, how will you face this situation?"

The Nether Emperor’s relationship with him was decent, but they were not close friends.

The Emperor of Heavenly Destiny needed no friends.

On the contrary, he was increasingly interested in Yan Emperor. This rising star truly became more and more formidable. Although his cultivation was not much to speak of, his strategies were quite remarkable.

"It seems that the Yan Emperor and the Holy Emperor of Qin must have some sort of relationship," the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny thought with great interest, feeling no worries at all.

All the dominants of the world were competing for power, except for his Hall of Heavenly Destiny, which remained detached.

Because the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny simply disdained power, any Tongtian forces could only kneel before him.

"Should I make a move today?"

The Emperor of Heavenly Destiny stared at the Old Taoist with a mocking smile and murmured to himself. It had been a long time since he had taken action.

While the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny was acting out the loneliness of being Invincible on his own, on the other side, Qin Jun was pressing the Nether Emperor.

"Nether Emperor, your son meddled with my King Yan Palace, and this is the result of his own doing. If you don’t retreat, don’t blame me for being heartless. I don’t wish to see great turmoil in the underworld!" Qin Jun shouted sternly. Looking around, the land was already shattered beyond repair, and with no recovery in sight for thousands of years, King Yan City would surely have to be relocated, so his mood was also very grim.

However, the Old Taoist’s loyalty was too low, and Qin Jun didn’t want to keep troubling him, but since their forces were completely mismatched, continuing the fight would only be detrimental to the King Yan Palace.

The face of the Nether Emperor was somber and the Netherworld dragon energy behind him no longer roared. He clenched his fists tightly, struggling within himself.

He didn’t know the specific relationship between the Old Taoist and Qin Jun, but in his eyes, they were definitely in league together. Continuing the fight would mean a certain death.

To retreat from the fight... would be a fate worse than death...

"To retreat is still to retreat, for the weak, staying alive is the most important thing."