The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 877: War God vs War God

Chapter 877: Chapter 877: War God vs War God

"What are you doing?"

Qin Jun seethed inwardly, the feeling of betrayal driving him to madness.

Ji Yongsheng did not answer him, but the intensely trembling hundred-foot statue suddenly erupted with a terrifying aura, alarming Qin Jun and the two others into hastily retreating.

"What’s going on?" Xing Tian frowned, somewhat unable to grasp the situation.

Moments ago, he and Patriarch Bodhi had sensed a mysterious power emerging from within Qin Jun, which then triggered the abnormal activity of the statue, but going by Qin Jun’s expression, it was clear that he was equally taken by surprise.

Patriarch Bodhi looked at the hundred-foot statue with a full face of wariness and murmured, "What on earth is inside?"

Qin Jun’s complexion turned exceedingly grim; no matter how he called out to Ji Yongsheng, there was no answer, as if Ji Yongsheng had vanished.

Could it be...

Qin Jun suddenly guessed a possibility, his body starting to tremble, as he had felt something being drawn out through the palm of his hand from within his body.

Boom—

The hundred-foot statue shook more and more violently. Added to the fierce battle outside, it seemed as if the entire Ji Divine Palace could collapse at any moment, teetering on the brink.

The surrounding seawater churned ceaselessly, as if trying to engulf the Ji Divine Palace.

Everyone inside and outside the golden light formation began to feel an inexplicable unease, including Sun Wukong.

While wielding his golden cudgel, he exclaimed inwardly, "This aura feels so oppressive... Could there be something hidden inside?"

Ji Ruyi, relying on the protection of the Way Of Heaven Wheel, wore a face of disbelief and muttered to himself, "Could he really be the reincarnation of the ancestor?"

If Qin Jun truly was the reincarnation of Ji Yongsheng, then Ji Ruyi’s actions amounted to a heinous betrayal!

The thought made Ji Ruyi break out in cold sweat.

From a young age, every member of the Ji Family was taught the legends of their ancestral founder, Ji Yongsheng, so in their hearts, Ji Yongsheng was akin to a god.

A loud bang erupted!

Suddenly, the wall at the end of the corridor exploded, sending dust and debris flying. The columns along the path broke one after another, causing the Golden Light Madonna to hastily retreat.

Yang Jian and Sun Wukong quickly dodged, but the severely injured elders within the golden light formation and the disciples causing disturbances from outside were too slow to react and were engulfed by the billowing dust.

From the outside, the Ji Divine Palace was slowly collapsing, a wave of dust spreading out in all directions, with numerous figures escaping from within, including Qin Jun and others.

"What’s happening?" Yang Jian asked in horror.

Qin Jun didn’t respond but instead clenched his teeth as he looked at the dust-covered Ji Divine Palace, sensing a terrifying aura awakening within.

This aura was all too familiar.

It was Ji Yongsheng!

"Could this guy have escaped from my body?"

Qin Jun complained inwardly, feeling displeased. Although in the past he had always wanted to break free from Ji Yongsheng, now that it had actually happened, it was quite unsettling.

Because Ji Yongsheng had not informed him in advance, it made him feel used.

Xing Tian frowned and said, "The opponent isn’t simple."

The fact that Xing Tian, who was at the peak of Daluo Immortal Realm, would make such a comment indicated how fearsome the hundred-foot statue was.

Amidst the swirling dust, the hundred-foot statue slowly revealed itself, its surface wrapped in red flames, with an aura piercing the sky, its form identical to that of Qin Jun’s Flaming Demon God shadow.

Yang Jian, Sun Wukong, the Golden Light Madonna, and Xing Tian all looked at Qin Jun with peculiar expressions.

Qin Jun’s mouth twitched as he said, "Don’t look at me, I have no idea either..."

The hundred-foot statue abruptly opened its eyes, revealing a pair that emitted a terrifying red light, chilling to the bone.

Thunderclouds gathered, as if someone was preparing to cross tribulation.

"How many years has it been since I felt this sensation..."

The voice of Ji Yongsheng slowly emanated from the hundred-foot statue, deep and hoarse, sending shivers down the spine.

"The ancestor has manifested!"

A disciple shouted aloud, while Ji Ruyi and the others gawked at the statue of Ji Yongsheng.

Qin Jun frowned deeply, a cold glint flashing in his eyes that left others wondering what he was thinking.

Upon careful consideration, sparing Ji Yongsheng’s life wasn’t such a bad idea. After all, Ji Yongsheng had helped him countless times, often rescuing him from dire straits.

With this thought, Qin Jun’s mood improved slightly.

The hundred-zhang stone statue stretched lazily and turned his head toward Qin Jun and the others. A terrifying pressure that seemed to shake heaven and earth descended upon them, causing Qin Jun and the rest to change color. Xing Tian quickly stepped forward to block the overwhelming pressure.

"What do you want to do!"

Qin Jun shouted sternly, believing after all the time spent together that Ji Yongsheng wouldn’t intend to harm him.

The hundred-zhang stone statue, Ji Yongsheng himself, chuckled softly, "I’m here to test how strong your men are!"

Arrogance!

Xing Tian and Patriarch Bodhi narrowed their eyes instantly. Sun Wukong and Yang Jian were even more furious, and the Golden Light Holy Mother, despite being a woman, showed an angry face.

They all detected the disdain in Ji Yongsheng’s tone.

Qin Jun’s brows were also tightly furrowed as he shortly came to understand. He often bragged to Ji Yongsheng about how strong Xing Tian and the others were. It seemed Ji Yongsheng had always been unconvinced.

"Is this how you treat your landlord?"

Qin Jun snorted coldly, leaving everyone confused. What did he mean by landlord?

Without answering, Ji Yongsheng stepped forward through the void. His towering figure stood tall and imposing, prompting Xing Tian to snort dismissively and advance rather than retreat, their auras escalating by the second.

The Ji Family disciples watching from afar were astounded.

"What is that?"

"Isn’t that the Ancestor’s stone statue? What’s going on? Has it come to life?"

"Heavens, are my eyes deceiving me?"

"The Ancestor has revived..."

"Heaven bless our Ji Family!"

The Ji Family disciples grew increasingly excited; in their hearts, Ji Yongsheng was an existence even more formidable than gods or immortals.

From ancient times to the present, was there a second person who dared to battle against gods and immortals?

None!

Only Ji Yongsheng!

Unparalleled through the ages!

Watching the approaching Ji Yongsheng, Xing Tian raised his hands, and military tools appeared out of thin air. He lifted the Qi-ax high and cleaved down.

With a raised right hand, Ji Yongsheng unleashed a palm strike, the Cycle Heavenly Palm!

In a flash, flames lit up the sky as a thousand-zhang fiery giant palm brutally collided with its target. Xing Tian’s expression changed subtly; things were happening too quickly, and he could only chop down with his Qi-ax.

Boom—

The Qi-ax smashed into the fiery giant palm. In front of the colossal hand, Xing Tian was tiny like an insect, but his strength was tremendously fierce, managing to block the palm. A fierce wind swept past, causing Qin Jun to raise his hand to shield his face, while Sun Wukong and the others looked on anxiously.

They didn’t know Ji Yongsheng’s origins, but anyone who could contend with Xing Tian was decidedly no simple adversary.

"Such incredible strength..."

Xing Tian gritted his teeth, his right arm trembling slightly, a testament to Ji Yongsheng’s formidable power.

The eyes of Ji Yongsheng, who had possessed the stone statue, shone red as his figure surged toward Xing Tian. The fiery giant palm was shattered by his charge, like a mountain bearing down on Xing Tian.

Xing Tian’s eyes were fierce as he raised his shield, but was still sent flying toward Cangqiong by Ji Yongsheng’s punch.

Pili—boom—

A bolt of thunder fell like a whip, making the atmosphere within the microcosm incredibly oppressive.

Xing Tian quickly stabilized himself, but another Cycle Heavenly Palm, formed of fiery might, was already hurtling toward him.

"What kind of Divine Power is this... It’s actually absorbing my strength..."

Xing Tian thought in horror, having never encountered such a power and unable to comprehend it.