The Strongest Mythical Emperor-Chapter 49 - Both Sides Perish

49: Chapter 49: Both Sides Perish

49 -49: Both Sides Perish

“Elevate the array!”

Shen Yan’s rooster-like voice rose once again, and the purple light prison array suddenly soared.

The grand marshal of Qianyue Kingdom’s army was battling a warrior from the Ascending Mortal Realm of Canglan Kingdom!

It was a pivotal moment.

Everyone was discussing it, with nearly all of them believing Nan Meng would win, making Qin Jun sigh—this was the advantage of home ground.

“General Nan will be victorious!”

“Are you kidding?

When has General Nan ever lost since he became famous?”

“This guy called Zhenhun doesn’t look like a match for General Nan at all.”

“Even if he wins this round, what about the third?

The opponent is Xiao Beilong, the great general of Canglan Kingdom, whose reputation is not one bit inferior to General Nan’s.”

“This is not good!”

The murmurs of the civilians and cultivators reached the ears of Nan Meng and his companion, but Zhenhun remained indifferent.

He stared at Nan Meng and said coldly, “I’ve longed to fight you, I hope you don’t disappoint me.”

“Compared to the three great sects of our Qianyue Kingdom, you are far behind.

At least they wouldn’t stoop so low as to join the battle,” Nan Meng scoffed, hearing which a flash of murderous intent flickered through Zhenhun’s eyes.

Boom!

Surging spiritual power exploded from Zhenhun’s body, making his robe billow with sound.

With a stomp of his right foot, thunderous noise erupted, and he darted towards Nan Meng like an arrow.

His right hand transformed into a claw, and sinister ink color instantly spread from his sleeve to his fingertips.

Nan Meng raised his right hand, and a black iron broadsword appeared in his grasp.

Faced with the ferocious attack from Zhenhun, he directly slashed his sword horizontally with a speed that dazzled the eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Zhenhun’s figure tipped backward.

Under the effect of inertia, he slid along the base of the blade, and as they were about to cross each other, he stretched out a claw.

Clang—

Zhenhun’s claw landed on Nan Meng’s armor, igniting a metallic clinking sound.

Clearly, the armor on Nan Meng was no ordinary material and remained unscathed.

Nan Meng’s expression was impassive as he kicked out like lightning, forcing Zhenhun to block with his arms.

With a loud bang, the powerful force sent him flying hundreds of meters away.

“Such dominance!”

Qin Jun couldn’t help but exclaim.

Standing on the Vermilion Bird Platform, Nan Meng had barely moved, while Zhenhun seemed so disheveled in comparison.

Guan Yu and Daji were unimpressed; they were transcendents of the Transforming Void Realm and naturally wouldn’t cheer for a battle between two warriors of the Ascending Mortal Realm.

The Roaring Sky Dog was even lying at Qin Jun’s feet, seemingly asleep.

Qin Jun, however, was extremely anxious.

If Nan Meng lost, he wouldn’t even have the chance to enter the fray.

“I hope Qianyue Kingdom isn’t that weak!”

Qin Jun murmured to himself while the civilians and cultivators around him shouted Nan Meng’s name, creating an overwhelming and deafening roar.

The officials and generals on the pavilion were also incredibly tense; if they lost the duel, Qianyue Kingdom would not be able to hold its head high against Canglan Kingdom.

“Father, hang in there!”

Nan Yuxin shouted excitedly.

In such an important setting, her voice would normally be inappropriate, but at that moment, no one cared about her breach of etiquette.

Even the Qian Emperor’s attention was fully focused on the Vermilion Bird Platform.

Qin Yu’s face changed shades uncertainly, occasionally glancing at Zhu Yishi, his thoughts unclear.

In contrast, Zhu Yishi’s face was full of smiles, as if he wasn’t concerned about Zhenhun losing at all.

Xiao Beilong taunted as he gazed at Nan Meng above on the Vermilion Bird Platform, murmuring, “The biggest difference between you and me is that you value individual strength, while I care about the bigger picture.”

In the military district of Qianyue Kingdom, Nan Meng was regarded as the sky; he held military power alone, and his subordinates, although generals, were overshadowed by him.

No matter the battle, he was always at the forefront.

His fame indeed shook all directions, leaving other officers without luster.

The higher one climbed in rank, the more resources one enjoyed.

Resources for the army of the kingdom were basically concentrated on Nan Meng, which was different from the military system of Canglan Kingdom.

Perhaps Nan Meng was a fraction stronger than Xiao Beilong, but in terms of military strength, Qianyue Kingdom had fallen behind over the last five years.

Boom!

Zhenhun, like a ghostly shadow dropping from the sky, crashed onto the stage, shattering it.

Nan Meng, having just dodged, turned and struck with his sword, seemingly about to slash open space, with incredible speed that left Zhenhun no time to avoid, hastily pushing out with both hands.

In an instant, black spiritual energy converged into a shield in front of him, but it was to no avail.

“Clang—”

The black shield was shattered by Nan Meng’s slash, the powerful force sending Zhenhun skidding backwards, his feet scraping against the stage, leaving two shallow trenches tens of meters long.

After regaining his stance, Zhenhun felt a sweetness in his throat and couldn’t help spitting out a jet of blood, his energy instantly wilted.

Both of his hands were bleeding nonstop, and the blood dripping onto the Vermilion Bird stage turned chillingly red against the clean white jade rocks.

“Wasn’t it said that they were comparable?” Qin Jun asked Guan Yu with a strange look on his face.

“Their cultivations are comparable, but Nan Meng has been in constant battle for years, his killing aura solidifying into momentum.

And with his incredibly rich combat experience, Zhenhun naturally is no match for him,” Guan Yu said, opening one eye.

Qin Jun, curious, pressed on, “What is momentum?”

“It’s a higher realm of presence, Young Master, it would be better for you to know less for now,” Guan Yu said with a stroking gesture of his beard and a smile, but his smile seemed so punchable to Qin Jun.

At this time, Zhenhun attacked Nan Meng again.

Just like the first bout, it was a one-sided suppression, but this time it was the strong of Canglan Kingdom who were being suppressed.

Although Qin Jun couldn’t make out their movements, he could tell that if this went on, Nan Meng was certain to win.

The civilians and cultivators around the Vermilion Bird stage felt similar to Qin Jun, so the atmosphere at the scene grew even more intense.

Continually being blasted away, yet constantly attacking again.

Zhenhun was indeed resilient.

Qin Jun felt a multitude of emotions, his eyes subconsciously turning towards the balcony where representatives of Canglan Kingdom were located, with Prince Zhu Yishi still smiling as if Zhenhun wasn’t one of their people.

“Nan Meng, you are indeed strong!”

Zhenhun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gritting his teeth.

Nan Meng was expressionless, his black iron greatsword dripping with blood, the blood that was not his own, but Zhenhun’s.

“Even if I lose, you will pay a heavy price!”

Zhenhun roared, immediately stomping his foot and charging at Nan Meng, who let out a disdainful laugh, seeing him as too weak for such big talk.

Just as they were about to collide, Zhenhun’s right hand quickly flipped out a red lotus seed, which he threw directly at Nan Meng.

Because the distance was too close, Nan Meng could only instinctively raise his sword to block.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom…

The earth-shattering blasts sounded, smoke instantly engulfing most of the space within the Purple Light Prison formation, the civilians frightened into covering their ears.

“Damn, playing dirty!”

Qin Jun shouted, damn it, if Nan Meng lost because he was tricked, then how would he enter the stage?

On the balcony, the Qian Emperor and a host of generals all stood up at once, while Zhu Yishi’s side still wore smiles.

Shen Yan, who stood on the Vermilion Bird stage, was blown against the light screen of the Purple Light Prison formation, the poor eunuch likely having suffered internal injuries from the blast.

“Father!”

Nan Yuxin screamed in horror, her heart instantly suspended in mid-air.