The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 972: Manifesting Saint Power

Chapter 972: Chapter 972: Manifesting Saint Power

The Netherworld dragon had been shot through with countless holes by Patriarch Bodhi’s lotus petals, its Netherworld energy dissipating, threatening to engulf heaven and earth.

Qin Jun, standing at a distance, could no longer see Patriarch Bodhi’s figure clearly, only the enormous Netherworld dragon churning on the horizon.

The overwhelming aura it released attracted rolling thunder, continuously soaring down, lightning flashing and thunder rumbling, combined with the Netherworld dragon’s roars, making the scene before him seem like purgatory.

Or rather, this was purgatory.

The Steal Moon Sect’s leader hid beneath the Netherworld dragon, his robes billowing in the howling wind. Gritting his teeth, he looked up at Patriarch Bodhi entangled in combat with the Netherworld dragon, his heart filled with shock.

He knew just how terrifying the Netherworld dragon was, yet Patriarch Bodhi still appeared as composed as a gentle breeze or drifting clouds.

Patriarch Bodhi’s left hand continuously released golden lotuses, which divided into lotus petals, raining down like sharp arrows in all directions, preventing the Netherworld dragon from getting close to him.

"Does this dragon have a soul?"

Patriarch Bodhi furrowed his brow in thought; he had initially believed the Netherworld dragon was merely a corporeal form condensed from Netherworld energy and magical power, but now it seemed that the Netherworld dragon had its own thoughts, and he could feel its anger.

Could it be...

While he was considering this, the Steal Moon Sect’s leader quietly retreated, turning into black smoke and disappearing into the Netherworld energy, leaving no trace.

"Thinking of escaping?"

Patriarch Bodhi let out a disdainful chuckle, his eyes sparkling with a sharp light. He swung his Dust Brush toward a certain location, its white bristles rapidly extending into the billowing Netherworld energy.

The next second, the Dust Brush’s bristles contracted, and the Steal Moon Sect’s leader was wrapped up and pulled back.

"Damn it!"

The Steal Moon Sect’s leader was both shocked and afraid as he struggled in vain to free himself.

In front of Patriarch Bodhi, he who had perfected the Holy Realm was played with like a child, utterly powerless to resist.

The Netherworld dragon roared and swung its claw, aiming to crush Patriarch Bodhi, but sadly, with a wave of Patriarch Bodhi’s left hand. it was made to roll across the ground’s surface for fifty thousand leagues, shaking the entire land of the Netherworld with continuous tremors.

Using the Dust Brush to hold the Steal Moon Sect’s leader. Patriarch Bodhi charged towards the Netherworld dragon.

With incredible speed, he made it quite unpleasant for the Steal Moon Sect’s leader being dragged along.

No matter how massive the Netherworld dragon was, it was still flipped and rolled away by Patriarch Bodhi for millions of meters, vanishing from the sight of Qin Jun and the others, crashing through countless hills and rivers along the way. The earth shook violently, continuously cracking open, forming countless immeasurable, deep canyons.

In less than the time it takes for ten breaths, Qin Jun no longer sensed the presence of Patriarch Bodhi or the Netherworld dragon. He turned to Kṣitigarbha and asked, "How is it going, is your injury getting better?"

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Kṣitigarbha nodded and said, "It’s rapidly healing."

Although curious about the miraculous nature of the Daluo rejuvenation pill, he understood this was not the time to inquire about it.

Emperor Yao stood guard by the side, still in shock from Patriarch Bodhi’s battle with the Netherworld dragon, which had changed his perception.

He had no doubt; had he joined the battle, he would have been slain in seconds.

Zhong Kui and the King of Hell flew in from afar with their subordinates; the once glorious Netherworld Palace had fewer than a hundred thousand Netherworld Soldiers left, a testament to the Steal Moon Sect’s might.

After being flung away by Patriarch Bodhi, the followers of the Steal Moon Sect quickly fled, not daring to fly back.

Having seen their leader utterly defeated, they naturally wouldn’t foolishly stay behind to face death.

"You all take a good rest," he said.

Qin Jun swept his gaze around them and said in a deep voice.

"With Patriarch Bodhi making a move, the Steal Moon Sect’s master won’t be able to escape."

Meanwhile, millions of meters away, the Netherworld dragon roared as it turned over, suddenly opening its dragon mouth, and countless black arrows shot out like a torrential downpour.

Each of these black arrows was ten zhang long, intimidatingly terrifying, tearing through space, and forming black cracks that were striking even within the dim realms of the Netherworld.

Faced with the fierce onslaught of black arrows, Patriarch Bodhi remained indifferent in his expression.

He quickly waved the Dust Brush, which was still binding the Steal Moon Sect’s master. Under the terrified face of the Sect’s master, his body uncontrollably collided with the black arrow rain.

"You won’t die a good death! Ahhhh—"

Boom! Boom! Boom...

The Steal Moon Sect’s master shattered one black arrow after another, forcing blood to spit from his mouth, strewn across the void.

The Netherworld dragon had completely descended into a rage, paying no heed to the life or death of the Steal Moon Sect’s master, charging forward as it flattened the already uneven earth. Its body of fifty thousand zhang long was truly terrifying, over one zhang and three meters amounting to a staggering hundred and sixty thousand meters, its immense length was heart-shaking, and within the Netherworld, nothing could stop it.

"Wicked beast! How dare you run riot!"

Patriarch Bodhi seemed to have lost his patience and bellowed, with a slap of his left hand, a giant golden hand materialized, covering the sky and blocking the sun with a palm width of nine thousand zhang, he struck out with a horizontal slap. The rampaging Netherworld dragon didn’t have time to halt and had its dragon head dispersed by the palm.

In the Netherworld, the Netherworld dragon was immortal, as the energy of the Netherworld constantly rose from the depths of the earth to restore its form.

Patriarch Bodhi saw this as well and with a flick of his right hand, the Steal Moon Sect’s master, still bound by the Dust Brush, flew towards his left hand. At this moment, the Steal Moon Sect’s master was covered in blood, his consciousness hazy and on the verge of death; without the chance to react, he was choked by the neck.

Then Patriarch Bodhi waved the Dust Brush, its white bristles swiftly elongating to hundreds of thousands of meters in a blink, transforming into a white screen that covered the sky, entangling the massive Netherworld dragon.

"Let’s go out and battle!"

With a light shout from Patriarch Bodhi, he flicked the Dust Brush with his right hand, lifting up the Netherworld dragon. With a thunderous explosion that shook the heavens, the Netherworld dragon broke through the firmament, revealing a massive hole with a diameter of tens of thousands of meters as seething clouds spiraled into it, whipping up a windstorm that caused countless rocks on the land to be unable to withstand the terrifying wind and fly up, as if signaling the onset of apocalypse.

Ghosts within a hundred li radius who couldn’t escape in time also screamed as they were sucked in.

Patriarch Bodhi, with the Steal Moon Sect’s master by the neck, turned into afterimages and flew into the sky through the giant hole.

The world of the living.

Above the boundless ocean, the calm blue sky suddenly tore open a terrifyingly large hole, and the Netherworld dragon fell through it, crashing into the sea surface.

Boom!

A deafening explosion resonated, startling the entire boundless ocean, and even the surrounding dozens of regions could hear it, causing countless creatures to tremble.

The boundless ocean was stirred up by waves tens of thousands of meters high, killing who knows how many creatures from the surrounding seas.

The vast ocean began churning, with numerous gigantic sea beasts forced to leap out from the water, but upon seeing the massive body of the Netherworld dragon, they were so frightened that they quickly dove back in.

A catastrophic disaster thus arrived.

Patriarch Bodhi, holding the Steal Moon Sect’s master, slowly descended from the giant hole in the sky, appearing god-like and superior, with countless golden lotuses dancing behind him.

"Now, let’s see if you can recover!"

Patriarch Bodhi looked down upon the frantically thrashing Netherworld dragon in the ocean, while the Steal Moon Sect’s master in his hands had completely despaired.

From the Netherworld to the world of the living, the Netherworld dragon stood no chance against Patriarch Bodhi, and without the replenishment of Netherworld energy, it would soon be doomed.