The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 999: The Sage Makes a Move

Chapter 999: Chapter 999: The Sage Makes a Move

"Good!"

Qiang Liang responded, and with a flicker of his form, he vanished from his original position.

His speed was so fast, crossing tens of thousands of meters in the blink of an eye, and reaching Feng Wuheng in front of him, his robust body stirring up a wild wind and terrifying Young Master Feng behind him into screaming.

Feng Wuheng’s pupils shrank, his heart filled with immense fear, and goosebumps sprouted all over his body.

At that moment, he suddenly recalled a long-buried memory.

It was from 130,000 years ago, the same feeling of terror he had faced when confronting that demon.

From the soles of his feet to the crown of his head, from the depths of his soul to the surface of his body, was an unbearable chill.

Bang—

Qiang Liang’s fist pierced through Feng Wuheng’s chest, splattering blood on the face of Young Master Feng, making his expression even more horrifying.

Feng Wuheng’s eyes were filled with blood, his pupils twitched constantly, and as he gazed into the fierce countenance of Qiang Liang, he seemed to see Ji Yongsheng roaring at him in a daze.

In the face of Qiang Liang, he, a mid-stage Daluo from the Luoshi Immortal Realm, had no power to resist.

Qiang Liang, holding him, turned and flew toward Qin Jun. In the next second, he was before Qin Jun; a distance of over fifty thousand meters was to him merely a step away.

The entire process took less than three breaths’ time.

Feng Wuheng, the second elder of the Feng Family and a long-established figure, was defeated!

The beings watching the battle all widened their eyes in disbelief.

"How is this possible! Am I seeing things?"

"Who is that person? So strong, he easily captured a veteran Daluo from the beginning phase."

"This person’s lord calls himself the Heavenly Emperor of Qin; do any of you know the origins of the Heavenly Emperor of Qin?"

"Calling himself the Heavenly Emperor, how arrogant."

"Could he be the young master of a hidden clan?"

The beings exclaimed in shock, not expecting that the Feng Family would fall in this struggle.

The Feng Family had been in the Ancient Immortal Realm for over a hundred thousand years with a long history, supported by several elders from the first generation, their strength not to be underestimated.

Qin Jun, looking at the pained Feng Wuheng, smiled and said, "Do you still recognize me?"

Feng Wuheng looked up at him, and his pupils constricted.

The evil smile on Qin Jun’s face was identical to that of the demon in the depths of his memory. Although the face had changed somewhat, the features were strikingly similar.

"Impossible... could it be that you are..."

Feng Wuheng cried out in horror, as if he had seen a ghost, his strange behavior making the onlookers’ curiosity itch like a cat’s scratch.

Who exactly was this person?

Why would the Feng Family’s second elder lose composure like this?

"Kill him!"

Qin Jun snorted coldly, his intention was for Feng Wuheng to be shocked before dying, to know that he had not yet fallen.

Feng Wuheng, shocked and despairing, was just about to beg for mercy when Qiang Liang tore him in two, his flesh scattering in all directions, his Primordial Spirit unable to manifest and dying on the spot.

For most beings, if their Primordial Spirits cannot leave the body before death, they will be summoned by the powers of the underworld and undergo reincarnation.

Of course, there are also some beings with exceptional Divine Powers who can preserve their Primordial Spirits even in death, but even so, it takes a long time to recover their cultivation.

Feng Wuheng’s Primordial Spirit turned into a golden light and fled toward the depths of the starry sky, disregarding even his own grandson, intent only on escaping from this place.

Qiang Liang slapped with his right hand, and a bolt of lightning like a serpent flew out of his palm at a speed that the onlookers’ eyes couldn’t follow.

"Ah—"

Feng Wuheng let out a soul-shattering scream, his spirit dissipating with no chance for reincarnation.

The monks from the Feng Family were almost scared to death, the Second Elder just perished like that?

Young Master Feng’s eyes went dark from fear, and he fainted, but luckily, there was no gravitational pull in the cosmos, preventing him from plummeting.

"Pity, it didn’t trigger a task."

Qin Jun shook his head and sighed, the system’s tasks were becoming increasingly difficult to trigger. According to the system, only those that posed a certain threat to the host or were difficult to complete would be triggered.

To Qin Jun, the group from the Feng Family indeed posed no threat.

Qiang Liang shook off the blood from his hand, his face calm as if slaughtering merely a chicken.

For the Witch Clan, killing was commonplace.

Patriarch Bodhi looked towards Ten Thousand Dharma Island and said softly, "That Manifesting Saint is coming over."

As his words fell, a rainbow streak shot out from Ten Thousand Dharma Island, its powerful presence disturbing the entire cosmos.

Soon, the figure stopped a hundred meters away from Qin Jun and the two others, the strong light scattered, revealing a man nearly two meters tall with a well-proportioned body. His long hair was tied behind his head, he had a hooked nose and deep-set eyes, with a hideous scar on his cheek. Wearing a dark red robe, he seemed as menacing as a vulture.

"Why so ruthlessly aggressive?"

The man asked coldly, with sleeves emitting billowing dark smoke, his aura oppressive.

"Isn’t that Yi Han, the master of Ten Thousand Dharma Island!"

"Yi Han? The one who ascended from a downtrodden dog of a Clan?"

"Shh! You can’t say that, Yi Han is now a Manifesting Saint, standing at the pinnacle of the Ancient Immortal Realm."

"No wonder Young Master Feng was so arrogant and domineering, it turns out the island master is him."

"Yi Han once received the Feng Family’s protection and later took the Twelfth Young Master as his adopted son, otherwise, how could he tolerate such wanton behavior on the island with a Sky-Blind White Tiger?"

Whispers and discussions arose among all beings; each Manifesting Saint could command a vast force.

In the Ancient Immortal Realm, the standard for a first-rate power was having a Manifesting Saint.

Yi Han’s gaze was fixed on Qiang Liang, wishing he could tear him into thousands of pieces.

The perfection of the Luoshi Immortal Realm was nothing in his eyes.

But having been through the cosmos for more than two hundred thousand years, he knew full well the depth of danger; in this universe, there is always someone stronger, no such thing as the strongest, only the stronger.

Though the Feng Family was a pillar in the Ancient Immortal Realm, Qin Jun dared to defy its majesty by publicly annihilating Feng Wuheng, suggesting he had formidable backing.

The Ancient Immortal Realm might be vast, but it is not the only Immortal Realm in the cosmos.

"You disagree?"

Qin Jun glanced at Yi Han casually, his tone nonchalant, which to Yi Han appeared utterly arrogant.

Strong beings all have their dignity. Back when Yi Han was young, his Clan was destroyed, and he was hunted for a long time by enemies. If not for the Feng Family, how could there be a today’s Yi Han?

Now, provoked by Qin Jun, his anger was uncontrollable and erupted immediately.

He lashed out with his palm, sending roiling dark smoke transforming into a giant palm larger than the nearby stars. Qin Jun felt a darkness before his eyes, a fierce wind howling down upon him, nearly making him stumble and fall, but Patriarch Bodhi helped him withstand the wind in time.

Facing Yi Han’s angry palm strike, Qiang Liang transformed into a hundred-meter-tall being, punching out, but his figure compared to the giant palm looked like someone swatting an ant, greatly amplifying the visual impact.

Qiang Liang’s face changed as his right arm cracked abruptly, his hundred-meter-tall frame being pressed backward, about to crash into Qin Jun and the other.

Patriarch Bodhi snorted coldly, swinging the Dust Brush, an invisible force directly shattered the overshadowing dark palm.

Yi Han’s face changed dramatically, not having the chance to retreat; backlash injuries struck his organs, causing him to vomit blood and fly backward, smashing through a star millions of miles away in the blink of an eye.

If there was a chasm-like gap between Manifesting Saints and those who reached perfection in Luoshi Immortal Realm.

Then between Manifesting Saints and entering the realm of the sage, there are worlds apart.