The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 868: Sword Master vs. Holy Emperor

Chapter 868: Chapter 868: Sword Master vs. Holy Emperor

"Afraid?"

The Sword Master’s stern face revealed a touch of helpless amusement; this little fellow was becoming more and more audacious.

However, he wasn’t averse to it, for he had been just as arrogant and overbearing at Qin Jun’s age, considering himself a genius.

He had a decent relationship with Qin Jun and could tell that Qin Jun’s tone was mostly in jest.

But jokes aside, the Branch Wolf King had to die today!

The Sword Master’s eyes sharpened as he asked in a deep voice, "Are you here to help the Branch Wolf King?"

"How could that be? I don’t know this ugly wolf."

Qin Jun shook his head and laughed, his words nearly making the Branch Wolf King explode with rage.

Who are you calling ugly?

The Branch Wolf King dared not speak out in his anger; Qin Jun’s ranking on the Dominance Leaderboard was higher than his, and he had investigated Qin Jun, knowing that this guy always traveled with terrifyingly strong companions.

None of the Dominance Leaders who opposed Qin Jun ended up well!

Upon hearing this, the chill in the Sword Master’s eyes faded quickly as he asked, "Then what’s this monkey up to?"

Listening to the Sword Master and Qin Jun’s conversation, Sun Wukong showed no signs of stopping the fight, continuing to clash fiercely with Hua Yijian, their staff and sword colliding with sounds that made one’s skin crawl.

Hua Yijian’s swordsmanship was extraordinary, but Sun Wukong’s invincible physical body meant that neither could gain the upper hand, and neither could do anything about the other.

Qin Jun said cheerfully, "Wukong hasn’t fought for a while and couldn’t resist the thrill of the hunt, no offense intended."

That said, he had no intention of stopping Sun Wukong.

The Sword Master realized that Qin Jun was pressuring him.

Although their relationship had been good, with the impending struggle for power among the Nine Emperors, it was best to leave that relationship unmentioned.

"Hmph!"

The Sword Master snorted coldly; countless sword shadows hanging in mid-air fell like a torrential downpour.

The Branch Wolf King, terrified, hurriedly mobilized his magical power to create a protective barrier, but it was quickly shattered by the sword shadows.

Even though Sun Wukong was proficient in the "Seventy-two Transformations," he couldn’t avoid being battered by the dense sword shadows, grimacing in pain.

Hua Yijian, however, was unharmed as the Sword Master’s sword shadows intentionally missed him.

As the master of the Sword Dao, the Sword Master’s control over these sword shadows had reached a level of precision unimaginable to the average person.

The sword cultivators below were unharmed as well; instead, it was the Branch Wolf King’s subordinates who died one after another.

"Ah—"

"What kind of sword formation is this? My king, save us!"

"Ah—my eyes!"

"My king, come and save us!"

The demon soldiers screamed for help, but the Branch Wolf King, already struggling to save himself, couldn’t protect them.

Within ten thousand meters, the ground looked as if it had been bombarded repeatedly, with grass and debris flying, the surface cracking, and dust swirling as the number of demon soldiers rapidly diminished.

The Night Emperor was also bombarded until he was bloody and could only protect his head with his arms.

The rain-like sword shadows were so dense that anyone on the ground, even a Daluo Golden Immortal, would feel despair, for when they looked up, the countless sword shadows gave them the sensation that the sky was falling.

Xing Tian raised one hand, a layer of light enveloping the Somersault Cloud, shielding Qin Jun and the others from the sword shadows. This sight made the Sword Master frown.

"The cultivation of those two is beyond my comprehension."

The Sword Master’s face turned rather unpleasant; having just experienced the great battle between the Yin and Yang realms, he was wary of these mysterious, powerful beings.

The Holy Emperor of Qin and the Yan Emperor were of the same ilk; young with modest cultivation, but each had subordinates more monstrous than the next.

"Could he have brought Patriarch Bodhi with him?"

The thought alone turned the Sword Master’s face ashen.

Patriarch Bodhi was recognized as one of the top three combatants of the era, an intimidating presence who had effortlessly defeated Tathāgata.

Some even said that Patriarch Bodhi was no less powerful than the Primordial Lord Lao.

"What a marvelous sword formation!"

The Golden Light Holy Mother exclaimed in admiration, their greatest skill among the Ten Heavenly Lords being the Ten Absolutes Formation, which afforded them an impressive mastery of formation techniques.

"After all, he is the Sword Master."

Qin Jun was also appreciating the myriad sword shadows, growing increasingly covetous of the Sword Master.

If he could subdue the Sword Master and deploy him on the battlefield, setting up the sword formation would immediately reverse the fortunes of war!

The mere thought was exhilarating!

"This person is indeed formidable," Patriarch Bodhi said with a smile, stroking his beard.

Yang Jian watched with a flashing gaze; he too wanted to join the battle, but facing the Sword Master’s sword formation, he felt utterly powerless.

His physical body was nothing like Sun Wukong’s monstrous toughness; recklessly charging in would mean certain death or grave injury.

Boom—

Branch Wolf King crashed to the ground under the torrential downpour of sword shadows, kicking up dust dozens of feet high; Sun Wukong quickly followed suit, awkwardly crashing onto the already devastated plain.

Hua Yijian’s figure moved swiftly, charging towards Branch Wolf King.

The thought of revenge penetrated deep into his marrow!

The sword shadows automatically parted for him, allowing him an unobstructed path to Branch Wolf King’s side. At this moment, Branch Wolf King lay on the ground, claws protecting his head, his body riddled with bloody holes, looking utterly miserable.

In the face of the Sword Master, even a lofty Daluo advanced into the Immortal Realm could not withstand a single blow.

"Go to hell and repent!"

Hua Yijian bellowed, raising his long sword high in his right hand, about to decapitate Branch Wolf King.

At that moment, a golden rod whistled through the air, striking his waist and sending him flying.

It was the cudgel!

"How dare you!"

Hua Yijian’s face twisted in rage, nearly succeeding in his revenge; Sun Wukong’s interference nearly drove him to explosion.

Sun Wukong, despite the continuous rain of sword shadows, slowly got up.

He straightened up, then walked with difficulty toward Hua Yijian and Branch Wolf King, head lowered, each step leaving deep imprints.

No matter how many sword shadows fell on him, Sun Wukong refused to bend, his golden armor shining brightly under the assaults, lending him an almost divine presence, awe-inspiring to behold.

"This monkey..."

The Sword Master frowned from afar, having heard that Qin Jun had two powerful monkey demons under his command, the Arm-Through Monkey, Yuan Hong, and the Supreme Heaven Great Sage, Sun Wukong.

Both monkeys were born battle maniacs, growing stronger with every fight.

Initially, he was skeptical, but now, witnessing Sun Wukong’s performance, he believed it.

He was vexed, wondering just where Qin Jun had found so many uniquely talented powerhouses.

"Sword Master, what do you think? My Sun Wukong is impressive, isn’t he?" Qin Jun stood next to Xing Tian, laughing. Sun Wukong truly had not disappointed him.

His special attribute of becoming stronger with each battle was practically like a cheat!

Furthermore, after merging with the Victorious Fighting Buddha, Sun Wukong’s combat abilities had steadily risen, leaving Yang Jian beside him in a stupefied state.

"Indeed, impressive," the Sword Master said indifferently, contemplating whether to fully engage in battle with Qin Jun.

Xing Tian and Patriarch Bodhi’s presence felt unfathomably deep; if he made a move, they would certainly act as well, and once the battle fully erupted, the Sword Courtyard would most likely lose.

But his dear friend Hua Yijian had finally earned his chance for revenge, and he had no desire to let it slip through his fingers.

"Hand over Branch Wolf King to me, and I will take my disciples and leave immediately," the Sword Master spoke, already conceding.

The moment these words were uttered, the disciples of Sword Courtyard were in an uproar, each doubting their own ears.

The Sword Master would compromise?

Apart from the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny, there was none whom the Sword Master acknowledged as superior, even daring to engage in war with the Nether Emperor.