The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 889: Facing Donghuang Taiyi Directly

Chapter 889: Chapter 889: Facing Donghuang Taiyi Directly

"It’s him! Zeng Duomo! An old Daluo mighty immortal, although not a dominating lord, often takes on tasks for various major powers!"

A cultivator standing on the rooftop exclaimed in shock. The name Zeng Duomo set off a buzz among the many beings present.

Zeng Duomo was quite famous, especially among the great powers. As long as he was given enough compensation, he would do anything.

Lords such as Sword Master, Hua Yijian, Randeng, Drought, Nether Emperor, Sima Mengmo, Branch Wolf King, Nalan Xi, and others successively appeared. They were all observing Qin Jun from the rooftops.

Facing the gaze of thousands, Qin Jun’s expression remained calm, as if he felt no pressure from Zeng Duomo’s aura.

"Scram."

Qin Jun spat out a single word, icy to the extreme.

Who was this nobody daring to block his path?

Upon hearing this, the murderous intent in Zeng Duomo’s eyes intensified, and he raised his right hand, a bronze crescent blade appearing in his grip.

Whoosh—

Just at that moment, a golden pillar soared past Qin Jun’s side at extreme speed, directly striking Zeng Duomo’s chest and sending him flying towards the end of the street.

It was none other than Sun Wukong who made his move with the Ruyi Golden Staff!

With a loud boom, Zeng Duomo crashed into a stone wall a hundred meters away, kicking up dust and causing many beings to marvel.

So aggressive?

Sun Wukong, cradling the Golden Staff in one arm, scoffed with disdain, "A piece of trash dares to block the way? Are you stupid?"

Daluo mighty immortal, mid-stage!

Many beings clicked their tongues in secret wonder. Could it be that every casual follower of Holy Emperor of Qin was this powerful?

Qin Jun snorted, then continued walking forward, unfazed. He could sense that Zeng Duomo was not dead, yet he still moved forward, clearly not viewing Zeng Duomo as a threat.

"Roar roar..."

From within the dust, the angry growl of Zeng Duomo stirred unease.

Branch Wolf King watched from above, muttering, "Zeng Duomo is a late-stage Daluo mighty immortal. Even I have to be wary of him by three parts. How difficult it is to kill him!"

Nalan Xi next to him remained silent, her face filled with tension. Before the Holy Emperor of Qin emerged, tales of Zeng Duomo had spread across all six temples and three lands. It was said Zeng Duomo had never been defeated, of course, a substantial compensation was required to enlist his services.

"Who exactly persuaded Zeng Duomo to make a move?" Branch Wolf King wondered curiously. Not just him, the other ruling lords also guessed this point.

Zeng Duomo never acted without a reason.

"Die for me!"

A bone-chilling roar sounded, and Zeng Duomo was seen rushing out with the bronze crescent blade. His powerful force directly knocked the Golden Staff away, luckily, Sun Wukong withdrew it in time, or it would have hit Qin Jun.

A hundred meters, for a late-stage Daluo mighty immortal, was but a step away.

Zeng Duomo raised the crescent blade high, intending to split Qin Jun in half with a single strike.

Qin Jun only saw darkness before his eyes, but he was neither panicked nor did his expression change. He didn’t even blink, and the curve of his lips did not flatten.

Thump—

A colossal fist flew over Qin Jun’s head, striking Zeng Duomo’s face directly. Blood sprayed in all directions as Xing Tian, who was standing behind Qin Jun, delivered the blow with his right arm hanging over Qin Jun’s head.

Between Zeng Duomo and Xing Tian, Qin Jun seemed quite small, yet he possessed a calm and collected aura that gave the scene a powerful visual impact.

Merely pausing for a second, Zeng Duomo flew backward like an arrow released from a bow, hurtling towards the sky at high speed, leaving behind a long trail of blood. In the blink of an eye, he vanished from the sight of the beings, his life and death unknown.

Silence!

The entire street fell quiet, all beings were moved as they looked towards Xing Tian.

As imposing as a demonic god, Xing Tian stood behind Qin Jun, slowly withdrawing his hand, like a steel tower erected behind Qin Jun.

Qin Jun shook his head with a smile and stepped forward, as if the breeze were light and the clouds were pale, completely disregarding Zeng Duomo!

Sun Wukong carried the Ruyi Golden Staff, Yang Jian strode like a dragon and pounced like a tiger, Patriarch Bodhi held his Dust Brush, and the golden light of Holy Mother shined with dignified grace. As the group passed by, each of them had their own unique elegance.

"So strong!"

Yan Emperor stared at Xing Tian’s retreating figure and muttered softly, his subordinates behind him already dumbfounded.

That was Zeng Duomo!

An extraordinary existence in the late stages of Daluo in the Immortal Realm!

How many beings in this world have reached such heights?

"Too strong! Zeng Duomo was defeated just like that!"

"Is that Xing Tian? The power just now, even from such a distance, it was heart-stopping..."

"Xing Tian’s aura is just too strong. I’ve never seen such a powerful presence. Where exactly did he come from?"

"As expected of Holy Emperor of Qin, facing Zeng Duomo without so much as changing expression!"

"Tsk tsk, yesterday was Xia Yanye, and today is Zeng Duomo. The status of the old strong ones is not guaranteed!"

Beings on both sides of the street were discussing fervently, their gazes toward Qin Jun and the others filled with awe.

Qin Jun casually looked up, his gaze sweeping past lords like Sword Master, Hua Yijian, Randeng, Nether Emperor of Netherworld, Sima Mengmo, Branch Wolf King, Nalan Xi, and others. With just a casual glance, he gave off an air of indifference, as if not taking the entire world seriously.

"This guy..."

Nether Emperor furrowed his brows, feeling an inexplicable anger rising within him. For some reason, why did he feel Qin Jun was so similar to Yan Emperor?

The Sword Master’s expression was extremely complex, especially when he looked at Xing Tian.

Randeng breathed a sigh of relief. Qin Jun had finally arrived! Last night, he was on tenterhooks, worried that Donghuang Taiyi might erupt suddenly. With Qin Jun’s arrival, at least there was someone who could keep Donghuang Taiyi in check.

Sima Mengmo, however, wished he could kill Qin Jun. The humiliation he suffered in the Southern Domain while fighting for the Immortal Tomb had been etched in his heart, but seeing Xing Tian’s dominance, he dared not make a move.

Branch Wolf King, Nalan Xi, and other lords could only feel reverence.

Walking through several streets, the beings on both sides were nervously watching them, and wherever they passed, the noise abruptly ceased.

Following a series of victories in grand battles and the defeat of numerous strong beings, the name of Holy Emperor of Qin had become known to all under the heavens.

Qin Jun’s fame was even beginning to surge towards a hundred billion, and should he become one of the Nine Emperors, it would surely skyrocket even more.

"Tsk tsk, our presence is very strong!"

Sun Wukong was somewhat excited, as if returning to the time of Havoc in Heaven, when all the immortals and Buddhas were powerless against him.

Qin Jun chuckled softly, "Once I become one of the Nine Emperors under heaven, you will shine even more brightly."

Hearing this, everyone felt their blood boiling, even Patriarch Bodhi couldn’t help but stroke his beard and smile.

He was indifferent to fame and fortune because he was compelled by the major forces in the world of Journey to the West. Following Qin Jun, he needn’t have too many concerns; Qin Jun was there to bear all the pressure.

No matter who they offended, the enemies would first think of killing Qin Jun.

That’s the advantage of being a chess piece.

Just then, Qin Jun suddenly stopped in his tracks, and everyone also reined in their smiles, becoming solemn.

Xing Tian’s face grew even more ferocious.

They saw Donghuang Taiyi, clothed in golden attire, strolling towards them, followed by three great Demon Kings.

"Donghuang Taiyi."

Qin Jun murmured softly, his gaze fearlessly fixed on this most intimidating of lords.

For Huaxia People, Donghuang Taiyi’s strength was deeply ingrained, and even gods and demons like Sun Wukong were extremely wary of him.