The Strongest Mythical Emperor-Chapter 60 - Brutal

60: Chapter 60: Brutal

60 -60: Brutal

The throwing knife shone with a chilling gleam under the veil of night, and a shock went through Qin Jun’s heart.

He had no time to dodge, but before the knife could touch him, an invisible force blocked it, and it fell by his feet.

He instinctively looked over at the Roaring Sky Dog, knowing it must have been the one to save him.

The dog was now intently staring in a specific direction.

Following the Roaring Sky Dog’s gaze, Qin Jun saw a black-clad figure standing on the edge of a roof hundreds of meters away, his silhouette chilling against the backdrop of the moon, filling Qin Jun with towering rage.

How the hell did you throw it that far?

Is your knife a sniper rifle or what?

At that moment, the black-clothed figure leaped from the rooftop, like a ghostly shadow, eerily swift, covering nearly twenty meters with each bound upon touching the ground.

“Looking for death!

Dare to ambush me!”

Enraged, Qin Jun dragged the Silver Dragon Soul-Chasing Spear and walked towards the black-clad figure, with the Roaring Sky Dog following closely behind him.

He didn’t care what reasons the other had; if the other wanted to kill him, he had to fight back!

The black-clad man saw Qin Jun daring to approach him and a mocking smile appeared in his eyes.

His speed was fast, and soon he was less than ten meters away from Qin Jun.

“I’ll crush you to death!”

Qin Jun roared, exerting all his strength with both hands to swing the five-thousand-jin heavy Silver Dragon Soul-Chasing Spear, intending to strike the black-clad man.

“Overestimating yourself!”

The black-clad man snorted coldly.

He had investigated Qin Jun beforehand; a month ago, he was a mere energy refining realm cultivator and had only broken through to Foundation Establishment after consuming who-knows-how-many spirit pills, his foundation unstable and certainly no match for him—a peak of Foundation Establishment.

In the dim night, he could only see Qin Jun struggling to wave a zhang-long silver spear.

He judged that Qin Jun’s strength was insufficient; although his cultivation had improved, his physical prowess had remained stagnant.

Thinking this, he reached out to grab the Silver Dragon Soul-Chasing Spear, attempting to snatch it from Qin Jun’s hands.

“Bang—”

The five-thousand-jin heavy Silver Dragon Soul-Chasing Spear instantly broke the black-clad man’s arm and then smashed into his body.

The black-clad man felt as if his body was about to explode from the intense pain.

He couldn’t even scream before blood spewed from his mouth, and he was sent flying backward like a ball.

Brutal!

Absolutely brutal!

Even Qin Jun himself couldn’t help but be startled—holy shit, this idiot actually dared to catch it with his bare hands?

Is he out of his mind?

The Roaring Sky Dog’s mouth twitched.

It could naturally tell that the other was merely at the peak of Foundation Establishment and had dared to barehandedly catch a blow from a five-thousand-jin spear.

The black-clothed man flew a good twenty meters before Qin Jun and the Roaring Sky Dog reached him; by then, the man could only exhale, no longer able to inhale.

His bones were mostly shattered, his legs and arms contorted in angles impossible for an ordinary human, his eyes rolled back, and his chest was caved in, vaguely exposing white bones.

Qin Jun couldn’t bear to look at him any longer.

“Speak, who sent you?”

Qin Jun loomed over him and demanded, but the black-clad man could no longer speak.

He slightly turned his head, his eyes filled with bloodshot strangeness, trying to say something, but whatever he tried to articulate was unclear, and Qin Jun didn’t understand.

Seeing him so pitiful, Qin Jun felt pity and drew out the Desert Eagle to send him on his way.

“Ding!

For killing a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator, you have gained 956 experience points!”

Qin Jun stashed the Desert Eagle back in his storage ring, then turned to the Roaring Sky Dog and asked, “Can you eliminate the corpse without a trace?”

As long as they didn’t find this black-clad man’s corpse, they would send more people, which suited him just fine as a way to farm experience.

The Roaring Sky Dog nodded, immediately emitting a burst of blue flames from its mouth which reduced the black-clad man’s corpse to ashes, leaving nothing left once a chilly breeze blew by.

Qin Jun’s eyes brightened at the sight, and he eagerly asked, “What kind of flames are those?”

It was a perfect tool for killing and robbing!

“A minor skill of the Heavenly Dog Clan,” the Roaring Sky Dog said ambiguously, implying that non-members of the Heavenly Dog Clan had no chance to learn it.

Qin Jun voiced his disappointment with an “oh,” and then directed his attention back to the Silver Dragon Soul-Chasing Spear.

To master this top-tier spiritual weapon quickly, he had to practice diligently.

Although he had the protection of Daji, Guan Yu, and the Roaring Sky Dog, he wanted to possess earth-shaking combat power himself.

He began with simple swings of the Silver Dragon Soul-Chasing Spear, after all, the weapon weighed five thousand jin.

Techniques aside, the most important thing now was to wield it effortlessly.

It was the perfect opportunity for strength training.

“I will teach you a technique for breathing that will enhance your physical power during your spear practice!” the Roaring Sky Dog suddenly offered, evidently unable to bear watching Qin Jun’s awkward spear training any longer.

“Oh?

Tell me about it,” Qin Jun promptly stopped, sweating profusely after just ten swings.

“This technique is known as Innate Breathing.

It is said to be the breathing method practiced by all beings at the beginning of ancient times, granted by the first sage between heaven and earth…” the Roaring Sky Dog went on and on.

Qin Jun interrupted, a touch embarrassed, “Don’t bore me with the history.

It’s freezing cold at night; I need to practice while I can.”

The Roaring Sky Dog looked at him with a plaintive expression and then repeated the formula and key points of Innate Breathing.

Qin Jun, having reached the seventh level of Foundation Establishment, had a memory far superior to his past self and memorized the roughly hundred-word mantra with ease.

Then, as he continued to swing the Silver Dragon Soul-Chasing Spear, he muttered the mantra for energy absorption, and his body’s spirit energy began to heat up, relieving some of the soreness in his arms.

“It’s actually effective!”

Qin Jun’s eyes lit up, invigorated with fighting spirit.

The Roaring Sky Dog watched happily, although it had pledged loyalty to Qin Jun, it still hoped its lord would be a strong warrior.

If not for Qin Jun’s good treatment of it, its loyalty would have long since diminished.

Seeing Qin Jun working hard even after his recent achievements, it was naturally pleased.

It wasn’t just the Roaring Sky Dog; Daji and Guan Yu also harbored the same thoughts.

Initially, they had joined Qin Jun due to the system’s summons, but over time, if Qin Jun’s strength had remained weak, they definitely would have defected.

Fortunately, Qin Jun’s cultivation advanced as fast as boarding a plane.

Even they were shocked by his progress, which is why their loyalty remained undiminished.

Time silently passed, the young man wielding his spear with resolve, and a black dog lying beside him taking a short nap, the tableau complemented by the night sky and the bright moon, as picturesque as a painting.

…

The next morning, before dawn, Qin Jun returned to Cliff Inn, exhausted.

The inn was just preparing to open, with servants moving stools and wiping tables.

The sleepy innkeeper at the counter brightened up upon seeing Qin Jun and quickly asked, “Your Highness, what on earth did you do last night to cause the floor to collapse?

The guests below were cursing up a storm at me.”

Looking at the innkeeper’s reproachful face, Qin Jun scratched his head and smiled, “I had a cultivation breakthrough last night and lost control.

I’ll cover the repair costs.”

A breakthrough?

The innkeeper’s eyes gleamed.

Qin Jun was young, and it seemed breaking through was as easy as sipping tea for him, a true prodigy indeed! frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Just then, You Fenghuang and her maid came down from the second floor.

Upon seeing Qin Jun, the maid’s eyes instantly reddened.

She drew her sword and leapt towards him, her tender voice shouting, “You scoundrel!

Prepare to die!”