The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 871: The Collapse of Faith

Chapter 871: Chapter 871: The Collapse of Faith

"The battle aura from before was between Sword Master and Xing Tian? Impossible! Xing Tian couldn’t even defeat Tathāgata!"

Nalan Xi exclaimed in shock, her face filled with disbelief. Who is the Sword Master?

That is one of the topmost powerhouses between heaven and earth, who even fought alone against the Nether Emperor, Randeng, and crossing evil in the battle between the Yin and Yang realms.

In the whole world, other than the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny, Tai Shang Lao Jun, and Patriarch Bodhi, the next strongest should be the Sword Master.

It was unthinkable that the Sword Master had been defeated!

From the vibrations earlier, it could be inferred that the battle had not lasted long, which meant that the Sword Master was defeated in a very short time?

Absurd!

"It is indeed Xing Tian... he was wielding a shield and axe... only Xing Tian fits that description among Holy Emperor Qin’s subordinates..." the messenger disciple said cautiously.

At the time, the sounds of battle were so loud that many cultivators witnessed it from afar, and the news had already spread, impossible to contain.

Before the Nine Emperors, to think that the Sword Master would be defeated in single combat by a subordinate of Holy Emperor Qin, this matter would definitely cause a huge uproar.

"Sss— Is Xing Tian really that powerful?"

"He should be, his performance in the battle of the Western Regions was indeed quite dazzling."

"Didn’t expect Holy Emperor Qin to show his fangs so soon, defeating the Sword Master before the Nine Emperors, enough to see how great his ambition is."

"Now, who can stand against Holy Emperor Qin? Keep in mind that Patriarch Bodhi is also among his subordinates!"

In the great hall, the elders and protectors whispered among themselves, not offering any suggestions to Nalan Xi, because in the face of Holy Emperor Qin, they could only pretend to ignore it.

If they dared to stop Holy Emperor Qin, Twilight Hall might no longer exist.

And to get on good terms with Holy Emperor Qin, one also has to be able to find him.

Nalan Xi reclined on the treasured chair, sighing, "What a Holy Emperor Qin, what a Xing Tian."

He had also been preparing to go to the Hundred Heroes Conference, but after hearing that the Sword Master was defeated, he suddenly felt that Juetian Plain would be a den of dragons and a pit of tigers. If he went, a slight mishap could lead to his utter doom.

He hesitated whether he should go to Juetian Plain or not.

"Report! Branch Wolf King requests an audience!"

At that moment, a disciple ran in, knelt before Nalan Xi, and said in a deep voice.

Branch Wolf King!

At the mention of this name, more whispers filled the great hall.

Nalan Xi’s brows furrowed even tighter; he had always stayed out of Branch Wolf King’s way, so why was he seeking an audience now?

He suddenly had a bad premonition.

...

Sss—

The river flowed quietly by as Qin Jun and the others rested by the riverbank. Dusk had fallen, and the sky was as red as fire, beautifully picturesque.

Splash!

The Night Emperor was rudely thrown into the river by Sun Wukong, who scoffed, "Clean your own blood off, so you don’t stink us out!"

The Night Emperor, who was already severely injured, barely avoided being suffocated by the river water and struggled to stand up, head lowered, not daring to look at Qin Jun.

Qin Jun sat on a huge rock, asking coldly, "Tell me, why were you following Branch Wolf King?"

The Night Emperor trembled with fear, the pain of the Myriad Tribulations Sacrificial Worm making him wish for death. He did not dare to hide anything and stammeringly explained, "I... I wanted to become stronger... Branch Wolf King is the foremost of the ancient creatures... so... "

"Hmm?" Qin Jun raised an eyebrow, his mind momentarily stirred.

In a flash, the Night Emperor suddenly grabbed his head and screamed in agony, rolling in the river, splashing water in all directions.

About five breaths’ time passed before Qin Jun ceased tormenting the Night Emperor, who then felt as if he had just been to the brink of death.

"I’ll talk... I’ll talk..."

The Night Emperor pleaded rapidly, the pain in his soul causing his body to react violently, and his injuries were aggravated, causing the blood from the wound made by the shadow of the sword to spurt again, dyeing the river red, a pitiful sight.

Qin Jun watched him expressionlessly, waiting for his explanation.

Sun Wukong sneered from the side, "Just smash this traitor to death with a stick!"

Even though he had merged with the Victorious Fighting Buddha, the brutality in his bones hadn’t dissipated.

Especially since the battle at Flower and Fruit Mountain, where his demon brothers hadn’t helped him at all, leading him on the journey to the west to slay demons indiscriminately, even unreasonably so, which was often the cause of his conflicts with Tang Monk.

In the end, the Night Emperor still disclosed the reason, it turned out that after a chance encounter, the Branch Wolf King took a liking to him and wanted to take him under his wing, and he had shared his plight with the Branch Wolf King.

The Branch Wolf King promised that as long as he followed him, he could free the Night Emperor from the Myriad Tribulations Sacrificial Worm, and for the following months, the Night Emperor had been cultivating by the Branch Wolf King’s side.

This time, having been chosen by the Branch Wolf King to go to the Juetian Plain, the purpose was to let the Night Emperor gain experience, as long as he avoided Qin Jun.

Unfortunately, he still encountered him...

It had to be said, Qin Jun even lamented the Night Emperor’s incredibly bitter luck.

"Hmph, do you want to die now, or do you want to live?" Qin Jun snorted coldly, if it wasn’t for the Night Emperor being on the verge of a breakthrough to the Daluo Realm, he wouldn’t have bothered with so much talk.

"I want to live..." The Night Emperor swallowed hard, a stark contrast to his former tyrannical demeanor.

Yang Jian, standing behind Qin Jun, felt a twinge of emotion. Once, the Night Emperor could have been a match for him, but now he was no opponent at all.

Indeed, being by Qin Jun’s side made it easier to make rapid progress in strength.

"If you want to live..."

Qin Jun revealed a smile that boded ill, giving the Night Emperor goosebumps.

Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away at the edge of the grassland.

The sword master, Hua Yijian, walked with hundreds of disciples from the Sword Courtyard, the atmosphere heavily solemn, with no one speaking to break the silence.

"Why didn’t you seek revenge before?"

The sword master spoke slowly, his voice hoarse, strands of his hair turning white at a visibly rapid pace.

Hua Yijian frowned deeply as he responded in a heavy voice, "There wasn’t only one chance for revenge, but if the heart dies, one is doomed forever!"

His voice resounded like thunder, lifting the spirits of everyone who heard it.

The sword master’s defeat was not just a fatal blow to the master himself, but also left the disciples of the Sword Courtyard at a loss.

They pursued the Sword Dao, and the foremost among sword cultivators of their era was none other than the sword master, who was their faith!

The defeat of their faith led them to question the Sword Dao.

After all, the sword master had lost too miserably, without the strength to fight back; Xing Tian had only made two axe strikes.

"Why not treat today’s defeat as a lesson and comprehend a stronger Sword Dao?"

Hua Yijian continued to shout loudly, causing the sword master’s empty eyes to light up.

A stronger Sword Dao.

The sword master seemed to have an epiphany and stopped in his tracks as the breeze began to swirl up from underneath his feet.

Hua Yijian smiled with relief. Since the two of them had met, they had competed in the way of the sword. Unfortunately, the sword master’s talent was unparalleled, and he soon left Hua Yijian behind as he chased after the footsteps of the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny.

Thus, he knew how crushing the defeat was for the sword master.

He had to awaken the sword master’s fighting spirit. Perhaps his revival was for this very purpose.

"Hehehe... Sword master, I didn’t expect even you would be defeated..."

Just then, a chilling laugh sounded, startling everyone as they turned to look.

Approaching from the distance was a man dressed in black, his frame gaunt like a Fierce Ghost. It was none other than King of Resentment, Xia Yanye.

"It’s you!"

The sword master’s brow furrowed instantly. He was no stranger to Xia Yanye; after all, they were both outstanding figures of the same era, but he disliked Xia Yanye intensely.

Because for the sake of power, this man would give up anything.