The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 918: The Might of the Chaos Bell

Chapter 918: Chapter 918: The Might of the Chaos Bell

"Has Perfected Person already reached the pinnacle?"

Qin Jun curiously asked in his heart. There was no helping it; battles involving Perfected Person were rare, and the fact that he could stand on par with the peak fighter Xing Tian made Qin Jun very skeptical.

Among the twelve immortals of Kunlun, their strengths varied greatly, with exceedingly powerful beings like Perfected Person, True Person of the Jade Cauldron, Guangchengzi, and others, as well as weak ones like True Man Yellow Dragon.

But because of Xing Tian’s fame, Qin Jun couldn’t help feeling doubtful.

"That’s right, Perfected Person has already reached the peak state," the system answered, its tone pausing before continuing, "Perfected Person is only a step away from entering the Holy Realm. Taoism is ultimately stronger than the Witch Clan."

Qin Jun suddenly understood; in his previous life, he had heard that the twelve ancestor witches were transformed from the essence and blood of Pangu, and that Laozi, Primordial Lord of Heaven, as well as Grandmaster of Heaven were transformed from Pangu’s Primordial Spirit, collectively known as the Three Purities.

The Three Purities also studied under Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who represents the Heavenly Dao. From all aspects, the Three Purities were far superior to the twelve ancestor witches.

Xing Tian was a Great Witch, akin to the offspring of an ancestor witch. Compared to the disciples of the Three Purities, his foundation was definitely weaker.

Thinking this way, Qin Jun roughly understood. Xing Tian was famous, but he had never crossed hands with the twelve immortals of Kunlun, and moreover, Perfected Person was a formidable figure among them.

"So it seems, Her Highness Sanxiao and Zhao Gongming, who defeated the twelve immortals of Kunlun, must be at least entering the realm of the sage," Qin Jun mused, stroking his chin. Meanwhile, Patriarch Bodhi and Donghuang Taiyi fought fiercely in the sky, their figures interweaving, maneuvering within ten thousand li, and no creature could keep up with their speed.

Whoosh—

Patriarch Bodhi’s right hand flicked backwards, and the Dust Brush lashed out, tearing through the air. Its white bristles rapidly extended a thousand kilometers, aiming to strike Donghuang Taiyi’s face.

Donghuang Taiyi’s eyes narrowed, and he raised both hands. The true fire of the sun soared out, instantly submerging the white bristles of the Dust Brush, yet this Dust Brush was clearly of an extraordinary quality, as it was not reduced to ashes by the true fire of the sun.

Donghuang Taiyi leapt forward, rapidly closing in on Patriarch Bodhi by circling around the thousand-kilometer-long white bristles of the Dust Brush. In less than half a second, Donghuang Taiyi had closed in on Patriarch Bodhi.

A punch, howling fiercely, struck Patriarch Bodhi’s chest. A terrifying force beyond imagination caused Patriarch Bodhi’s pupils to constrict as his body shattered the void, vanishing into nothingness.

In the blink of an eye, Patriarch Bodhi reappeared ten thousand li away, his complexion somewhat flushed, clearly suffering from the punch.

"Who would’ve thought there would be a second sage realm powerhouse in this era!"

Donghuang Taiyi said with a laugh, his face filled with excitement. Encountering an opponent who made him fight in earnest, he was naturally thrilled.

Patriarch Bodhi rubbed his chest and snorted coldly before charging at Donghuang Taiyi again.

Golden lotuses emerged under his feet, swirling around him, dazzlingly beautiful. Donghuang Taiyi raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself, "What is this spell?"

Battling with Patriarch Bodhi and facing an endless stream of spells made Donghuang Taiyi feel both novelty and irritation—he preferred to triumph with brute force.

In a blink of an eye, thousands of golden lotuses swirled around Patriarch Bodhi, resembling a tornado. With a soft chant from his mouth, Patriarch Bodhi pointed his right forefinger forward, and in an instant, the lotuses turned into a storm sweeping forth, their speed unparalleled, illuminating the dark skies.

Boom—

Donghuang Taiyi snorted coldly as a golden bell phantom emerged from within him and instantly enveloped him. Countless golden lotuses struck the golden bell phantom and vanished into smoke.

"Chaos Bell."

Patriarch Bodhi spoke with a grave expression.

In the distance, Emperor of Heavenly Destiny sat amidst the clouds meditating and healing his wounds. Looking at the golden bell phantom around Donghuang Taiyi, he frowned and muttered, "What exactly is that magical artifact?"

With the protection of the Chaos Bell, Donghuang Taiyi feared no spells or divine powers. He sneered, "What’s the matter? Keep going!"

"Hmph! Arrogant and conceited!"

Patriarch Bodhi huffed, his hands gathering magical power, and a seven-colored aura emerged behind him. A vast presence exploded from within, threatening to overturn the heavens.

Qin Jun and the others maintained their distance, feeling that intimidating, terrifying pressure that made them all involuntarily shiver.

The usually mild-looking Patriarch Bodhi was unexpectedly strong.

Xing Tian was even clenching his teeth, the military tools reappearing in his hands as he said to Qin Jun in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, please let me fight!"

He could not tolerate cowering on the sidelines after suffering a defeat.

Qin Jun hesitated, then turned to look at the Sword Master and others in the distance, smiled, and said, "First, capture Xia Yanye for me!"

At this moment, Xia Yanye had already been replaced by the Resentful Spirit, and Qin Jun had not forgotten the side mission to eliminate it.

Killing the Resentful Spirit might summon another powerful being.

Upon hearing this, Xing Tian immediately turned and charged toward Xia Yanye. Sun Wukong and the others did not understand what use there was in capturing Xia Yanye at this time.

Lou Nan, the lord of the Heavenly Chosen Mansion, flew out from the shadows with a group of disciples, followed by Randeng, Drought, Martial General Ding, and other mighty lords, emerging from different directions. They all looked at the ongoing fierce battle between Patriarch Bodhi and Donghuang Taiyi in the distance, their faces covered in cold sweat.

They could not see the figures of the two peerless powerhouses, only a rainbow halo and the phantom of a golden bell, for the distance was too great, spanning over a thousand miles.

"Who is that person?"

"It seems to be the Old Taoist who serves under Holy Emperor of Qin..."

"This aura is utterly astounding, can cultivation really reach such heights?"

"If we get any closer, even we would be annihilated!"

"Juetian Plain is just going to be destroyed like this, I’m afraid the surrounding domains will also suffer the catastrophe of the pond fish."

The mighty lords were talking among themselves, their voices filled with fear and trepidation.

Before this, none of them had anticipated that the battle for the Nine Emperors would evolve into such a state.

The Emperor of Heavenly Destiny had been defeated; now it was down to the struggle between the Holy Emperor of Qin and the Demon Emperor.

Who would become the preeminent emperor, who would hold the great authority of heaven and earth.

Meanwhile, Xing Tian rapidly approached Xia Yanye, startling the Sword Master, Yan Emperor, and Nether Emperor into hastily preparing for combat.

"Xing Tian, what are you trying to do?"

The Nether Emperor asked in a deep voice. He no longer doubted how strong Xing Tian was, but as the lord of the Netherworld, he was not about to turn tail and run.

Xing Tian didn’t bother with them and continued his assault on Xia Yanye, causing him to curse under his breath.

The Yan Emperor turned into a blazing fiery figure in an attempt to block Xing Tian, but with a loud bang, he was struck, causing him to vomit blood and fly backward.

The Sword Master and Nether Emperor were so frightened that they quickly dodged, not daring to intervene, and Xia Yanye did the same. Unfortunately, Xing Tian’s right hand seized him by the neck.

"You..."

Xia Yanye was a mixture of alarm and fury, but before he could finish speaking, Xing Tian lifted him and flew toward Qin Jun.

Compared to dealing with Xia Yanye, Xing Tian now had only one thought, to quickly fulfill Qin Jun’s command and then fight with Donghuang Taiyi once more.

In less than two breaths, Xing Tian was back in front of Qin Jun, eagerly asking, "Your Majesty, I have captured him, may I join the battle now?"

To prevent Xia Yanye from attacking Qin Jun, Xing Tian sent a punch into Xia Yanye’s abdomen, shattering his internal organs and elixir field, causing his eyes to bulge and blood to spray from his mouth, scattering into the darkness.