The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 894: Gan Jiang and Mo Xie

Chapter 894: Chapter 894: Gan Jiang and Mo Xie

"It’s finally beginning."

Randeng muttered as he sat on the couch, with Chu Juhuai crouching beside him like a dog, shivering.

Listening to the words of the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny, Randeng instinctively glanced toward Qin Jun and noticed his smile, which made him shudder.

Turning his gaze to Donghuang Taiyi opposite him, he too bore a smile filled with deep meaning, just like Qin Jun.

Two madmen!

Randeng sighed inwardly, feeling it very dangerous to sit here, yet he dared not leave right away.

"The achievements and abilities of the lords present need no further mention, but the Nine Emperors are for breaking heaven, so strength is very important. Next, the lords may freely challenge on the Nine Emperors Platform—one side against another. In the end, the nine lords who remain will become the Nine Emperors of the world!"

The Emperor of Heavenly Destiny said with narrowed eyes and a smile. He was warlike himself and thus very much looking forward to the drama that would unfold.

At these words, all the beings around the Nine Emperors Platform became excited.

This was equivalent to a contest between the top powerhouses of the entire world!

Before the beings could react, a purple light barrier rose along the front of the treasury in the Nine Emperors Platform, forming a hemispherical shield over the platform. Protected by this array, the spectators would not be affected.

"This array is no simple feat."

Patriarch Bodhi exclaimed, "Even a Daluo Primordial Immortal may not necessarily be able to break through."

Upon hearing this, Qin Jun raised his eyebrows. How many treasures did the Hall of Heavenly Destiny hold? Such an array could almost guarantee an unbeatable position within the Xuandang great world.

"A test of strength? Does the Holy Emperor of Qin possess any strength?"

Just then, a piercing voice rang out. All the lords turned to look and found the speaker to be none other than the Ghost King, Sima Mengmo.

At these words, the lords stirred, and even the beings surrounding the Nine Emperors Platform began to discuss among themselves.

They had not expected someone to step on the Holy Emperor of Qin right from the start.

The personal power of the Holy Emperor of Qin was always his greatest criticism, and by bringing it up now, Sima Mengmo was completely tearing off any pretense.

Indeed, Qin Jun’s expression turned ice-cold in an instant.

This damn creature was truly courting death!

Thinking so, he led Sun Wukong and the other four into the array, stepping towards Sima Mengmo and said with a heavy voice, "Come down and face your death!"

The rule given by the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny was one side against another without limiting the number of people.

Sima Mengmo’s face turned ugly, not expecting Qin Jun to have such a fiery temper. Looking at Xing Tian, he indeed felt a bit uneasy inside.

The gazes of the other lords converged on him, and the countless beings watching from outside the platform surrounded the Nine Emperors Platform layer by layer. Their stares made Sima Mengmo feel extremely uncomfortable.

The higher one stands, the more they care about face and reputation.

If he showed cowardice now, the whole world would laugh at him!

"Aren’t you rolling down yet? Do you need your grandpa Sun to invite you down?"

Sun Wukong, pulling out his golden cudgel, shouted with a fierce face, almost causing Sima Mengmo to explode with rage.

Sima Mengmo instinctively looked at the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny and asked loudly, "Emperor, isn’t it supposed to be the Holy Emperor of Qin fighting me?"

As soon as these words came out, the lords all laughed, and so did the million beings outside the Nine Emperors Platform.

It’s about the Nine Emperors, not the Nine strongest!

The Emperor of Heavenly Destiny replied indifferently, "Didn’t you hear clearly earlier? One side against another, however many people you brought can all join the battle!"

Clearly, the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny did not take Sima Mengmo seriously. He would not give face to anyone; Qin Jun was one of the Nine Emperors he had already decided on in his heart, so he spoke without any courtesy.

Sima Mengmo’s face was ashen, overcome with embarrassment.

"Hmph, don’t you dare?"

The Nether Emperor of the Netherworld snorted coldly not far away. Although he had lost to Yan Emperor, he had always looked down on Sima Mengmo.

The title of Ghost King might sound impressive, but to the Nether Emperor of the Netherworld, it was exceptionally grating.

"The mighty Ghost King, only daring to show off with words?"

"Tsk tsk, doesn’t even have the courage deserving of a ruler?"

"How laughable!"

"Sima Mengmo has always been such a coward!"

Some rulers who already bore grudges against Sima Mengmo began to mock him one after another.

Perhaps in the past, they would have been cautious, but who was the Holy Emperor of Qin?

How many rulers had submitted to his hands? If he dealt with Sima Mengmo, not only would it give them great satisfaction, but they could also take advantage of Sima Mengmo’s severe injuries afterward to finish him off.

Eventually, Sima Mengmo snorted coldly and, along with six subordinates, charged into the magic formation.

"I want him dead!"

Qin Jun pointed at Sima Mengmo and said coldly, his words making many beings and rulers gasp.

Was the Hundred Heroes Conference going to turn into a fight to the death?

Boom! Boom!

Sun Wukong and Yang Jian stamped their feet and charged out, running swiftly skimming the white jade ground, leaving trails of afterimages.

The six subordinates behind Sima Mengmo charged out as well, clad in black robes with no skin or feet visible, resembling ghosts, all at the early stage of Daluo Immortal Realm cultivation.

Six strong ones at the early stage of the Daluo Immortal Realm!

And Sima Mengmo himself even had the formidable cultivation of the late stage of the Daluo Immortal Realm.

"Take your Grandpa Sun’s stick!"

Sun Wukong lifted his golden cudgel and smashed it down arrogantly, unbridled, while Yang Jian, not having reached the Daluo Immortal Realm, opened his Supreme Divine Eyes and shot out beams of red light.

The battle was about to erupt.

Xing Tian sauntered forward, he wasn’t in a hurry, allowing Sun Wukong and Yang Jian a chance to show their prowess.

If he made a move, he could definitely end the battle with the force of thunder.

"Just what background does this guy have?"

The Emperor of Heavenly Destiny looked at Xing Tian with curiosity, murmuring to himself, while the princess beside him furrowed her brows deeply; Xing Tian gave her the impression of being as inscrutable as the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny himself.

The gazes of the other rulers also fell upon Xing Tian; they couldn’t help it, Xing Tian’s appearance was just too visually striking. Every step he took conveyed a tremendous sense of oppression.

"Begin summoning God and Demon!"

Qin Jun instructed internally while watching the battle. He now had two chances to summon God and Demon, perhaps attracting a powerful being.

"Ding! Initiating random God and Demon summon!"

The system prompt sounded, with Patriarch Bodhi standing behind Qin Jun. As they had said before, Patriarch Bodhi wouldn’t need to make a move unless it was absolutely necessary.

Dong—

Sun Wukong’s stick struck a black sword wielded by Sima Mengmo, sparking fiercely and forcing Sima Mengmo to retreat over the ground.

The six black-robed figures at the Daluo Immortal Realm tussled with Yang Jian.

Because of the gap in cultivation realms, Yang Jian was completely overpowered. If not for his strong physique, he probably would have been killed instantly.

Xing Tian was getting closer and closer to them, which kept Sima Mengmo and the six black-robed figures always on alert. The standoff in aura between Xing Tian and Donghuang Taiyi the previous day was still fresh in their memories.

"Ding! Congratulations, host has summoned Mo Xie, from mythology. Would you like to summon again?"

Mo Xie?

The swordsmith couple Gan Jiang and Mo Xie?

Qin Jun blinked, he seemed to have summoned them before. This couple, who had flaunted their love for thousands of years, definitely could not be summoned again!

"Resummon!"

Qin Jun ordered in his mind. At that moment, the Golden Light Saintess also joined the battle, sending twenty-one Golden Light Mirrors flying out, preparing to form an array to assist Yang Jian.