The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 971 Netherworld Ghost Dragon

Chapter 971: Chapter 971 Netherworld Ghost Dragon

Boom—

The revered Steal Moon Sect leader crashed through the massive spell ship, shooting towards the ground like a cannonball at an unbelievably fast speed. In an instant, he smashed into a mountain, shattering it directly and falling onto the barren plains, yet still not stopping.

He continued to collapse one mountain after another, leaving behind an extremely long trench, skidding nearly a hundred thousand meters before he finally came to a halt.

Lying on his back, he eventually rested his head against a huge rock, looking up at Patriarch Bodhi beneath the golden void in the sea of clouds with eyes filled with fear.

Patriarch Bodhi’s strength was beyond his expectations.

"Who on earth is this holy being... How can someone be so strong... Such a powerhouse should not have taken that path..."

The Steal Moon Sect leader muttered in despair, his tone seemingly in disbelief.

From a distance, Qin Jun watched with a smile plastered across his face; it was no wonder he was Patriarch Bodhi, truly invincible!

Even a being as powerful as the Steal Moon Sect leader was no more than a dog in front of him, unable to withstand a single blow.

Emperor Yao looked on in shock. He had no knowledge of Patriarch Bodhi’s background. Although he was aware of Patriarch Bodhi’s strength, he hadn’t realized it was so formidable.

"What heights has this person reached?"

Curiosity filled Emperor Yao’s eyes as he pondered how such a strong figure could willingly serve Qin Jun.

He suddenly developed a keen interest in Qin Jun.

Qin Jun then flew towards Kṣitigarbha, taking out a Daluo Restoration Pill with a flip of his right hand.

Kṣitigarbha had bowed and toiled for him; he couldn’t let him down.

This battle had severely weakened the Netherworld Palace, which probably couldn’t recover its vitality in a short time, but if they could repel the Steal Moon Sect, it would be more than good news.

Patriarch Bodhi stepped through the void, one step spanning miles, and in a few steps, he arrived above the Steal Moon Sect leader.

The Steal Moon Sect leader gritted his teeth and stood up, with billowing black qi emerging from his sleeves, startlingly the energy of the Netherworld.

In less than two breaths, the surrounding ten miles were engulfed by the Netherworld qi. Looking up at Patriarch Bodhi, he asked, "Are you from another Immortal Realm?"

"Another Immortal Realm?"

Patriarch Bodhi raised his eyebrows. Could there be other places out there similar to the Ancient Immortal Realm?

Seeing his silent response, the Steal Moon Sect leader became even more convinced, his expression turning unsightly.

"Have other Immortal Realms started setting their sights on the Ancient Immortal Realm?"

The Steal Moon Sect leader was filled with unease, but he quickly pushed the thought aside.

What was urgent now was figuring out how to save his life.

"Just surrender, and I can make your death a swift one," Patriarch Bodhi said indifferently, looking down at him.

After all, the Steal Moon Sect leader was a practitioner who had reached the Holy Realm.

One must condense holy bones to be considered extraordinary and entering the realm of the sage.

How could the Steal Moon Sect leader just surrender when he was enveloped by Netherworld qi across a hundred-mile land, turning everything into thick mist, truly reflecting the word ’Netherworld’

"I admit you are strong... but to kill me..."

The Steal Moon Sect leader said through gritted teeth, and as he spoke, the mist-like Netherworld qi around him suddenly surged, quickly coalescing into a terrifying black dragon thousands of feet tall. From afar, it looked spectacular, looming over the dark Cangqiong, overlooking the cold and desolate earth, akin to the Ancestral Dragon at the dawn of Chaos.

Qin Jun, who had just administered the Daluo Restoration Pill to Kṣitigarbha, turned his head to look, and even from a considerable distance, he could see the massive Netherworld dragon.

"This oppressive feeling..."

Qin Jun’s eyes flickered. In his previous life, he had achieved the realm of entering the sage, but compared to this aura, he felt slightly inferior.

He felt somewhat melancholic that a once insignificant creature had become so strong.

Time flies, and the world changes.

"This is..."

Kṣitigarbha couldn’t help but be moved, for he hadn’t imagined the Steal Moon Cult Master to be so formidable. Without the arrival of Patriarch Bodhi, he truly would have perished.

Facing the Nine Nether Giant Dragon, Patriarch Bodhi remained as casual as a light breeze or a drifting cloud.

The gap between the completion of entering the realm of the sage and the late stage of the Manifesting Saint Realm is as vast as a chasm in the earth.

No matter what tactics the Steal Moon Cult Master exhausted, it was very difficult to injure Patriarch Bodhi.

"I, who have dominated for tens of thousands of years, how could I die here?"

The face of the Steal Moon Cult Master twisted in ferocity, his hands pushed upward, and the Nine Nether Giant Dragon, which had grown to fifty thousand zhang tall, let out a roar that terrified the entire Netherworld. Within ten thousand li, all ghosts below the Transforming Void Realm were directly shaken into soul dissipation.

Immediately afterward, the Nine Nether Giant Dragon twisted its massive body and bit towards Patriarch Bodhi.

When such a colossal body moved, it could only be described as earth-shattering. As the dragon’s maw opened, gales billowed out, and those with weaker cultivation who were close might be blown into bone-shattering pieces by the winds.

Facing the terrifying maw of the Nine Nether Giant Dragon, Patriarch Bodhi appeared as insignificant as a speck of dust, yet his expression remained unchanged. He picked up the Dust Brush and gave a casual flick.

With a boom!

The seemingly unstoppable Nine Nether Giant Dragon had its dragon head directly dispersed by the Dust Brush, as if a great mountain had been blown apart, the force of the impact swept in all directions with the winds, causing the sea of clouds over the entire Netherworld to churn tumultuously, as if the sky were changing.

The Steal Moon Cult Master was so frightened that his face turned ashen, but he did not panic because the Nine Nether Giant Dragon was not so easily dispersed.

One could see the surge of Netherworld energies rushing in, reconverging into a dragon head, returning to its unmatched demeanor.

"Yin—"

The chorus of the dragon’s roar shattered the sky of the Netherworld, and even many domains of the mortal realm could vaguely hear it, causing tremors throughout the lands.

"Dragon’s roar?"

"Did I just hear an illusion?"

"What’s happening? Why do I suddenly feel uneasy?"

"Do you all feel the same?"

"Does the earth seem to be moving?"

The living beings of the mortal realm discussed animatedly, the domains that heard the dragon’s roar beginning to permeate with an atmosphere of panic.

The Netherworld was even more dire to behold, with one dragon’s roar killing an unknown number of innocent spirits.

On the battlefield above, Kṣitigarbha, Emperor Yao, both stared with wide eyes and agape mouths at the Nine Nether Giant Dragon.

The Fifty-thousand-zhang-tall Nine Nether Giant Dragon stood erect in the sky, its dragon eyes frighteningly enormous. In its presence, any being below the level of sage would feel a chill in their heart.

Qin Jun, with memories from several lifetimes, naturally was not afraid.

But he was very curious, what kind of Divine Power was this?

With a wave of his right hand, the Steal Moon Cult Master shouted, "Nine Nether Giant Dragon, what are you waiting for!"

Nine Nether Giant Dragon!

This name made Qin Jun stir, for in the memories of tens of thousands of years from his life as Ji Yongsheng, he had seen this name in the heritage site of the Extreme Emperor.

The Extreme Emperor was the true master of the Cycle Heavenly Palm and the Great Dao Heavenly Wheel.

Could it be that the Steal Moon Cult Master was related to the Extreme Emperor?

As soon as this thought occurred to him, Qin Jun’s eyes narrowed, his thoughts running wild, pondering deeply.

"Do you think that with its help, you can save your own life?"

Patriarch Bodhi sneered, and as he spoke, he raised his left hand, from which a golden lotus emerged. It swiftly expanded, and in the blink of an eye, the diameter of the golden lotus reached a thousand zhang, yet it seemed small compared to the Nine Nether Giant Dragon.

Seemingly provoked, the Nine Nether Giant Dragon roared and flew towards Patriarch Bodhi. This time, it was wiser, coiling around Patriarch Bodhi to guard against his Dust Brush.

Patriarch Bodhi turned his left hand, and the thousand-zhang golden lotus transformed into countless petal-shards shooting in all directions. The Nine Nether Giant Dragon, having already wrapped Patriarch Bodhi with its dragon body, was precisely pierced by all the petal-shards, dissipating the Netherworld energies.