The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 867: The Majesty of Holy Emperor of Qin

Chapter 867: Chapter 867: The Majesty of Holy Emperor of Qin

The Night Emperor swiftly burst out from the explosion of sword energy, looking quite disheveled at the moment. The sword cultivators were all far from weak, and their gathered sword energy also made for an uncomfortable experience for him.

He thought to himself with a sudden fear, "What happened? That sense of terror just now..."

Instinctively, he looked in a certain direction and happened to see Qin Jun and his six companions on the Somersault Cloud in the distance, which nearly made his scalp explode.

Holy Emperor of Qin!

How did he get here?

The Night Emperor almost wet himself in fright, forced to dodge the incoming sword energy in a panicked rush. At this moment, his heart was filled with utter despair as Qin Jun had arrived, bringing a nightmare with him.

Qin Jun looked at the Night Emperor with a mockingly mirthful gaze. This scourge was still daring to play tricks; he was truly tired of living.

With a thought, despite being miles away, the Night Emperor’s face drastically changed as he clutched his head and began to scream miserably.

"Aaaahhhhhh—"

The piercing screams overwhelmed the entire plain, causing even the Branch Wolf King, who was locked in battle with Hua Yijian, to hastily look back.

He held the Night Emperor in high esteem and did not want him to die there.

Seeing the Night Emperor screaming with his head in his hands for no apparent reason, he instinctively looked around, thinking that a powerful adversary was launching a soul attack on the Night Emperor.

"What are you looking at!"

Hua Yijian sneered with a cold laugh, his hair flying wildly. A sword thrust came swiftly, as fast as lightning, with a gust of wind following.

The Branch Wolf King dodged while roaring in anger. He rapidly began to shrink in size, transforming into a human shape—a man with a full brown beard wearing a large robe made of Gray Wolf fur, with claws on both hands sharp as ten swords.

Looking at Hua Yijian, the Branch Wolf King said with a ferocious face, "I killed you once before, and I can kill you again now!"

Hua Yijian laughed disdainfully, "The past? You have the nerve to mention the past? In a fair fight, you are no match for me."

While speaking, two needle-like streams of sword energy shot from his eyes. The Eyes of the Sword—a unique Divine Power of Hua Yijian—that always injured the opponent when they least expected it among those on the same level.

The Branch Wolf King, being the foremost of the ancient fierce species, had incredibly sharp reactions and quickly deflected the sword energy with a swipe of his claw.

Hua Yijian then moved in close, intending to thrust his sword into his opponent’s throat. However, the Branch Wolf King advanced instead of retreating, his heart already ablaze with rage against Hua Yijian’s ambushes.

At that moment, Qin Jun ceased the torment of the Night Emperor’s soul, but those sword cultivators were not about to let the Night Emperor off easily.

Because of Qin Jun’s arrival, the Night Emperor had lost all will to fight, filled with anxiety.

"Your Majesty, are we just going to watch?" Sun Wukong asked, scratching his head and looking like he could hardly wait to join in.

Qin Jun smiled slightly and said, "Since you want to fight, then go ahead!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Sun Wukong leaped up, soaring thousands of meters into the air. At the same time, he pulled out his staff from behind his ear, laughing arrogantly and uncontrollably, "Eeee-yah—take this, my staff!"

The powerful pressure of the wind alarmed Hua Yijian and the Branch Wolf King, who both turned their heads just in time to see Sun Wukong swinging his ever-enlarging staff down at them.

"What monster dares to interfere!"

Hua Yijian bellowed in anger, outraged that someone would dare to disrupt his revenge. He swung out his sword, the sword energy sweeping across the field, attempting to engulf Sun Wukong.

However, Sun Wukong did not dodge; instead, he swung his staff down, scattering the towering sword energy. His staff, like a pillar from the heavens, came crashing down onto Hua Yijian’s sword.

Clang—

At the impact of staff against sword, sparks flew, and Hua Yijian’s hand was numb from the shock. A tumultuous sense of shock rose in his heart at the bold strength of this monkey demon.

Sun Wukong spun his body and kicked out at the Branch Wolf King. The Branch Wolf King, after all, was an immensely powerful existence in the late stages of the Daluo Immortal Realm and met the attack without fear with a cold snort, slamming his claw towards Sun Wukong.

In a flash, Sun Wukong turned into a streak of golden light, quickly moving to the Branch Wolf King’s rear and smashing down with his staff, nearly knocking him unconscious with a blow to the back of his head.

Sun Wukong’s strongest ability was the Earthly Fiend 72 Transformations, which allowed for multifaceted transformations, making him incredibly agile in battle and catching unfamiliar enemies off guard.

"Your Majesty, do you need me to take action?"

Xing Tian asked, his interest not particularly high. In his eyes, both Hua Yijian and the Branch Wolf King were weaklings.

"There’s no need. The Sword Master hasn’t arrived yet!"

Qin Jun stood with his hands clasped behind his back and replied with an indifferent smile. Even if the Sword Master were to arrive, it would be pointless. Xing Tian was an entity who had achieved perfection in the Daluo Luoshi Immortal Realm, not to mention the unfathomably deep Patriarch Bodhi.

The Sword Master?

Xing Tian, the Holy Mother of Golden Light, and Yang Jian all narrowed their eyes. The Sword Master was also a hot contender among the Nine Emperors. Although his edge had been overshadowed in the battle between the Yin and Yang realms by the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny and the Most Venerable Laozi, he was still one of the strongest beings in the universe.

At that moment, countless sword shadows rapidly appeared in the void, like a mirage over the sea.

Sun Wukong, Hua Yijian and the Branch Wolf King were in the midst of a chaotic battle, with no one aiding another. They all noticed the sword shadows above them but could not afford to be distracted, especially Sun Wukong, who fought with the most frenzy.

His Ruyi Jingu Bang staff whirled chaotically, striking with wild ferocity that even the Branch Wolf King cursed internally.

"Wild monkey! Dare you state your name!" the Branch Wolf King roared through clenched teeth.

Encountering so many strong opponents before even reaching the Juetian Plain was exceedingly irritating to him.

"Your grandfather here is called the Supreme Heaven Great Sage, Sun Wukong!"

Sun Wukong laughed wildly as he swung his staff, which transformed into a ten-meter diameter pillar, and directly sent the Branch Wolf King flying.

At that moment, the Branch Wolf King fell into shock. The Supreme Heaven Great Sage, Sun Wukong? Wasn’t he a general under the Holy Emperor of Qin?

Hua Yijian had just been resurrected and hadn’t heard of the Supreme Heaven Great Sage’s name, so he was still fully focused on fighting Sun Wukong.

Soon, Hua Yijian began to overpower Sun Wukong. After all, Hua Yijian was a strong being in the latter stages of the Daluo Supreme Immortal Realm, a small realm higher than Sun Wukong. Once he adapted to Sun Wukong’s combat style, he was able to counterattack swiftly.

But Sun Wukong possessed an indestructible diamond body, and Hua Yijian’s Sword Energy could not harm him.

This was Sun Wukong, who roamed the world unbridled, relying on his physical body alone without fancy spells or Divine Powers, all with an iron staff in hand.

Meanwhile, the Cangqiong above their heads for hundreds of miles was covered with sword shadows, countlessly piercing towards the ground, a scene that would make anyone’s heart chill.

"Is this the Sword Master’s sword formation?" Xing Tian muttered to himself, feeling quite interested in the Sword Master.

Qin Jun’s gaze, however, was directed towards the western horizon, where the Sword Master was seen walking through the void, still in a black robe fluttering in the strong wind. A tremendously powerful aura burst forth from within him, shaking heaven and earth.

The sword cultivators battling with the demon soldiers were greatly encouraged by the arrival of the Sword Master.

"The courtyard master has arrived!"

"Haha! With the grandmaster’s arrival, the Branch Wolf King is doomed!"

"Supreme Heaven Great Sage, Sun Wukong? Could it be that the Holy Emperor of Qin has also come?"

"So what if the Holy Emperor of Qin has come? He’s not the Yan Emperor. When has our court master ever feared the Holy Emperor of Qin?"

"When will we be able to master such a sword formation?"

The sword cultivators were abuzz with discussion, ecstatic with joy to witness the Sword Master deploying the supreme sword formation, a sight they considered a lifelong honor.

"Holy Emperor, why have you come?"

The Sword Master’s casual voice drifted over, from a dozen miles away their eyes met, and Qin Jun revealed a smile on his face, speaking loudly, "What? Is the Sword Master afraid of Your Majesty?"