The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 963 Netherworld Order

Chapter 963: Chapter 963 Netherworld Order

Boom! Boom! Boom...

One by one, the mountains were shattered by the swordmaster’s Sword Energy. At this moment, his black hair flew wildly, a stark contrast to his usual stern demeanor.

Facing Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun, the swordmaster could not allow himself to fail again.

He’d always aspired to be the strongest. The defeat by Xing Tian had greatly damaged his confidence. If he lost again, his sword heart would break, making it easy for him to succumb to demonic possession.

"What a pity."

Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun shook his head and smiled. He felt indifferent towards the swordmaster, but had heard from Qin Jun that if possible, the swordmaster’s life should be spared in the war.

Just then, the swordmaster suddenly lunged forward with his sword, Sword Energy swirling around him, his aura unstoppable, so much so that he seemed to transform into a sharp blade himself.

"I cannot lose again!"

The swordmaster’s eyes burst open, filled with bloodshot veins. In just a few breaths’ time, he had leaped a hundred miles, swinging his sword at Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun.

In an instant, a crescent-shaped Sword Energy, a thousand zhang long, was unleashed toward Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun. Its ferocity chilled the soldiers on the ground to the bone.

The sun and moon lost their shine as fierce winds howled across the land.

Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun narrowed his eyes and pushed forward with his right hand. From the sky descended a gigantic white hand, swirling with dragon-like winds, which fiercely smashed down on the Sword Energy, dispersing it entirely.

At the same time, the swordmaster leapt over the white hand, clutching his sword with both hands. With a fierce expression, he aimed to cleave Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun in two.

Clang—

Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun lifted his right hand, his index and middle finger precisely pinching the blade, halting the swordmaster’s advance.

The swordmaster’s pupils shrank, and he suddenly drew back, spinning around, his right leg lashing out like a whip and striking Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun on the chest. The unmatched force sent Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun flying.

But having flown only ten thousand meters, Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun stabilized himself, unharmed.

The swordmaster pressed his advantage, each of his hands gripping a sword, while five other treasured swords appeared behind him at an unknown time.

"My sword heart..."

The swordmaster swung his arms furiously, and the five treasured swords behind him followed suit, slashing toward Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun. The seven swords struck like lightning, forcing Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun to defend with only his palms, pushing him back step by step.

The millions of soldiers of the Great Qin Heavenly Court watched anxiously.

They had not expected the swordmaster to be so tenacious.

In their eyes, the figures of the swordmaster and Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun were indiscernible, but they could see two beams of light chasing each other through the sky.

In less than ten breaths, Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun had deflected over a thousand of the swordmaster’s strikes, yet he appeared undisturbed, handling the situation with ease.

"Accept your limitations!"

Suddenly, Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun shouted, thrusting his right palm and sending four treasured swords flying. He struck the swordmaster’s chest, causing the swordmaster to spit blood and fly backward, his form shooting towards the horizon like a shooting star.

The two minor realms within the Daluo initial Immortal Realm were truly difficult to overcome. Moreover, Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun, being a disciple of a saint endowed with hundreds of Divine Powers, was an opponent the swordmaster simply could not match.

In the distance, atop a mountain range, two cloaked cultivators witnessed everything.

"The swordmaster is going to lose."

"This is not good for us."

The two exchanged glances and then disappeared from the spot simultaneously.

...

In the Underworld, the Netherworld had been reduced to ruins.

Qin Jun stood atop a pile of rubble, honing his dragon energy. With his mind as his guide, golden dragons wreathed in deathly aura rampaged forth, the longest stretching for hundreds of zhang, rolling along the ground, stirring up dust and making the earth quake.

In the distance, Netherworld Soldiers stood guard, Zhong Kui led troops to stir up the Netherworld Generals lurking in the Netherworld, and Kṣitigarbha sat on Diting, eyes closed, chanting scriptures.

With the fall of the Nether Emperor, the Netherworld had become an object in Qin Jun’s grasp.

Next, he aimed to take control of the Underworld.

It wasn’t about forcefully occupying the Underworld to claim dominance. The Underworld had its own rules. To take charge of reincarnation, one needed the Heavenly Dao’s acknowledgment or the inheritance from a god or immortal.

The Nether Emperor had received the Steal Moon Sect’s sovereign’s inheritance from the Ancient Immortal Realm. Although it wasn’t a complete inheritance, it was enough for the Nether Emperor to rise high in the Xuandang major world, second only to none.

Boom—

Dragon energies raged forth, causing the rock piles within two thousand meters to explode ceaselessly, shards flying like bullets in different directions.

"Impressive, this can certainly become a common combat technique in the future."

Qin Jun exclaimed, while he pondered whether to bestow a name upon his dragon energy.

The Nether Emperor’s dragon energy is called Netherworld Dragon Energy.

What about his?

"From now on, it shall be known as Emperor Flame Dragon Energy."

Qin Jun thus decided, because his Samadhi Real Fire could attach itself to the surface of the dragon energy, greatly increasing its lethality.

It was time to rename Samadhi Real Fire as well.

"It shall be called Extreme Way Flame, yes, it fits the title of Extreme Flame Demon God."

Qin Jun smiled with satisfaction. Although somewhat cliché, it sounded commanding.

At that moment, Zhong Kui flew over and said with a bow, "Your Majesty, the remnants of the Netherworld have been eradicated, those who surrendered have surrendered, and those who did not have turned to ash."

Qin Jun turned and looked. Beneath the dim sky, the ghostly fog and dust that had shrouded the Netherworld land began to dissipate, but the environment remained sinister and terrifying.

"Do you know how to gain the approval of the Netherworld to achieve the position of Nether Emperor?"

Qin Jun asked curiously. Becoming the Nether Emperor would mean that the entire Underworld could fall into his hands, realizing most of his dream to gallop through both the realms of the living and the dead.

Zhong Kui was troubled, as he didn’t have much understanding in this area.

"Call over Kṣitigarbha."

Qin Jun said with a wry smile, as both Kṣitigarbha and the King of Hell were authorities of the previous life’s Underworld—they might know.

Boom—

Just then, the ground suddenly began to shake violently, as if struck by a magnitude ten earthquake.

Strands of Netherworld energy seeped out through the fissures, prompting the Netherworld Soldiers, including Qin Jun, to take to the skies.

"What’s happening?"

Qin Jun frowned and asked, feeling uneasy as he sensed a domineering presence appearing and rising at a terrifying rate.

"Netherworld order, seeking the title of Nether Emperor without the original’s permission?"

A spine-chilling voice resounded, and all the Netherworld Soldiers looked around for the newcomer, but they couldn’t find anything.

Qiongqi roared deeply in the sky, its crimson eyes fixated on the space above the Netherworld land. Kṣitigarbha did the same.

Rolling Netherworld energy coiled in the void, gradually forming the outline of a figure. Though its specific features were unclear, it still left one in dread.

Qin Jun frowned, feeling like he had seen this figure before.

"Who are you!"

Kṣitigarbha demanded sternly, his voice authoritative, compelling truth.

"I am the order of the Netherworld!"

The voice rose again, full of arrogance, and the tone also mixed with murderous intent.

These ants had eradicated his inheritor, unforgivable.

As the voice fell, the black figure formed by the Netherworld energy slowly raised its right hand. Thousands of zhang tall, it resembled a demon god, its mere gesture conveying a sense of apocalyptic terror.

Six golden arms suddenly sprouted from behind Kṣitigarbha, and his stature grew taller.

He understood combat was inevitable.

"Daluo Complete Immortal Realm? The Luxandang Great World has indeed changed."

The black figure slowly opened its mouth and said, the tone complex, leaving its intentions unfathomable.