The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 912: Is that all you’ve got?

Chapter 912: Chapter 912: Is that all you’ve got?

"What’s happening?"

Qin Jun asked, and even though he hadn’t yet broken through to the Taiyi Realm, he could still feel a pressure that seemed to come from ancient times growing stronger and stronger, making one’s soul shudder.

The other powerful beings and creatures also looked up, causing the battle between Martial General Ding and the powerful lords to be ignored.

The thunderclouds rolled, and the thunder was vast, with bolts of lightning dozens of feet wide like white silk ribbons continuously falling down, illuminating the entire Juetian Plain.

While battling, Martial General Ding also occasionally looked up, his mind uneasy.

"There’s something above."

Xing Tian murmured as he looked at the thunderclouds, making Qin Jun frown.

Something?

Just as he was about to ask further, the Nether Lord’s chilling voice echoed through heaven and earth, "I will kill all of you bastards!"

The voice was mixed with endless killing intent and resentment, chilling countless creatures to the bone.

The two lords fighting also stopped, both warily watching the thunderclouds that covered the night sky.

"A person dead for so long still causes trouble."

Emperor of Heavenly Destiny said with a frown and a cold voice, as if he already knew the identity of the Nether Lord.

Lou Nan was confused and asked, "Who are you talking about?"

No sooner had he spoken than the thunderclouds began to spin and part, forming a gigantic vortex that rapidly expanded in diameter. In the blink of an eye, it reached ten thousand meters, like a vast hole torn in the night sky.

A dark figure slowly descended from the center of the vortex, his body like black smoke, his face indiscernible, but one could see his bloodshot eyes—terrifying, sending shivers down one’s spine.

The Nether Lord!

An existence even more ancient than the Sacred Court!

As the Nether Lord looked down upon the millions of creatures below, he coldly said, "Today, none of you shall leave!"

Imprisoned by King Yan City for countless years, hunted by Donghuang Taiyi upon his emergence, and later violently destroyed in the body by Xing Tian at the Hundred Heroes Conference— all the resentment, anger, and unwillingness had twisted this ancestral figure’s heart.

"Arrogant, as if you think you’re really that powerful!"

Randeng shouted from his couch, his voice unenthusiastic yet shaking the eight directions, reaching the ears of the Nether Lord and intensifying the killing intent in his gaze.

The powerful lords twitched at the corners of their mouths—why did he always so enjoy drawing animosity?

The thundercloud vortex had already expanded to a diameter of a hundred miles, like a gaping maw that could swallow heaven and earth, causing all creatures within the Juetian Plain to panic.

"What is that?"

"Could someone be crossing tribulation?"

"Crossing tribulation? What kind of realm would that be?"

"Something is not right, look, there seems to be something there!"

"Was that voice earlier real?"

Creatures from all over Juetian Plain were exclaiming in shock. Juetian Plain was large, but now, just by looking up, one could see the thundercloud vortex, its oppressive sensation like a sky collapsing, causing their scalps to tingle.

Thousands of lightning bolts struck the Nether Lord’s body, making his form become more solidified. Atop the dark sky, he was like a demon god of the apocalypse, his entire being radiated an unparalleled and tyrannical aura.

"Do I need to take action?"

Xing Tian asked while gazing at the Nether Lord. Though the Nether Lord’s aura was growing incredibly strong at an unbelievable rate, he still did not take him seriously.

Qin Jun shook his head with a smile and said, "What’s the rush?"

It was clear that the Nether Lord wasn’t solely targeting them; the other lords were not going to get through this unscathed either.

"Gentlemen, who can slay this Demon?"

Emperor of Heavenly Destiny asked softly, yet his voice reached the ears of all beings.

Executing the demon before so many beings must certainly be a glorious thing.

Before long, some potentates could no longer sit still and burst upward in succession, like arrows leaving the bowstring, charging at the high and mighty Nether Lord.

Among the onlookers, many powerful beings also couldn’t suppress the desire to flaunt their might and rushed toward the Nether Lord.

The Nether Lord proclaimed he would kill all beings, clearly no benevolent sort, killing him would not invoke any guilt among the powerhouses.

The sound of wind whistling, hundreds upon thousands of silhouettes streaked across the night sky, dashing towards the Nether Lord, stirring the hearts of millions of beings, such an incident at the Hundred Heroes Conference was clearly not a good sign.

The Nether Lord, carrying thousands of bolts of lightning, dived down, lightning illuminating the heavens, the diameter of the storm vortex above already reaching ten thousand miles and still expanding. The fierce winds howled across Juetian Plain, the world shrouded in a terrifying intent to kill that left the beings in great unease.

"Taste despair!"

The Nether Lord roared, the storm winds causing the lightning on him to flicker wildly. He raised his right hand and swung downward, and in an instant, a blade made from the heavenly lightning fell.

The lightning blade swiftly extended to a hundred Zhang in length and ten Zhang in width, unstoppable.

Leading the charge were some of the lower-ranked potentates, they drew their magical treasures or cast spells, attempting to dissipate the lightning blade.

The next second, a bright light burst forth, making numerous beings close their eyes, including Qin Jun.

"Ahh—"

"What is this?"

"Ahhh!"

The successive screams reached Qin Jun’s ears, and soon, eyes could finally be opened. Looking up, one could see figures plummeting from the night sky, blood raining down like a shower.

This sight set all the beings abuzz.

The Nether Lord, holding the lightning blade, swiftly charged towards the Nine Emperors Platform. He raised the now thousand Zhang long lightning blade in his right hand, intending to cleave the Nine Emperors Platform in two.

The thousand Zhang long lightning blade drew closer and closer to the beings, fear apparent in every one of their eyes.

Just then, Donghuang Taiyi moved.

His figure flickered, appearing above the Nine Emperors Platform, his face donned a scornful smile. He raised a hand and pointed, a golden light shot out along his index finger, directly shattering the thousand Zhang long lightning blade.

Sparks scattered in all directions, making the night sky beautifully resplendent.

"Demon Emperor!"

Upon seeing Donghuang Taiyi, the Nether Lord’s rage almost exploded like a volcano. He raised both hands, tens of thousands of bolts of lightning gathering to form a terrifying lightning saber ten thousand Zhang long—seeming to connect to Cangqiong, causing countless beings to widen their eyes.

The darkness of the night was lit by the lightning saber, making the potentates swallow hard.

Qin Jun couldn’t help but squint his eyes, finally able to witness Donghuang Taiyi in real action.

The imposing aura displayed by the Nether Lord was outrageously strong, even the Sword Lord, the Nether Emperor, and the Yan Emperor all had solemn faces, yet, looking at Donghuang Taiyi, he still wore an arrogant smile.

Facing the ten thousand Zhang long lightning saber, Donghuang Taiyi appeared as small as dust.

"Die at the hands of this king!"

The Nether Lord roared like a madman, swinging the saber down, the lightning saber formed from the heavenly lightning, carrying Tianwei, froze the millions of beings around the Nine Emperors Platform in terror.

Donghuang Taiyi raised his right hand, and the true sun fire quickly sprouted from his palm, forming a giant flame hand a hundred Zhang wide, facing the ten thousand Zhang long lightning saber in a direct slap.

A thunderous roar shook the heavens!

The ten thousand Zhang long lightning saber was shattered, thunder deafening, flames and lightning engulfing Cangqiong, instantly swamping Donghuang Taiyi. Space tore apart, and the sea of clouds churned for tens of thousands of miles.

Countless beings were tossed about by the storm, like a magnificent wall blown apart, with the Nine Emperors Platform shaking continuously, resembling an apocalyptic scene.

Qin Jun squinted his eyes to see, he didn’t believe Donghuang Taiyi would lose; he just wanted to know how strong Donghuang Taiyi truly was.

Whether he carried the Chaos Bell or not.

"Is this the extent of your abilities?"

Donghuang Taiyi’s arrogant voice echoed through heaven and earth, shocking the hearts of all beings.