Chapter 422: We are the protagonists

"At the edge of the sky and the sea, where no one can know, I have only been to the Western Region," the old man shrugged, his face showing a longing expression. "I once had the ambition to travel the world, but after ascending to the position of the Demon Emperor, my original intention was blinded by greed, and I faced karmic retribution, ultimately being suppressed for ten thousand years."

If he had not been greedy for power at that time, but instead ventured into the higher skies, perhaps today would have been a different scene.

Qin Jun was now tempted to explore beyond the Southern Region.

But the immediate priority was to unify the Southern Region!

As Qin Jun and the others walked and chatted, Yang Seventeen's figure suddenly expanded. From being a young man, he rapidly grew to a height of four meters, with a dark blue complexion and solid muscles exuding explosive power.

Wiping the blood from his face, Yang Seventeen grinned, "Truly the son of a Qilin, making me use my full strength!"

Sun Lin narrowed his eyes and immediately charged towards Yang Seventeen with a flaming sword.

Whoosh!

In a flash, Yang Seventeen appeared behind Sun Lin and delivered a punch that directly struck Sun Lin's back, the terrifying force causing Sun Lin to plummet.

This scene astonished the onlookers. Could the son of the Qilin be defeated? Just watching made them feel the pain, not to mention Sun Lin himself.

As Sun Lin was about to land, he suddenly somersaulted, swiftly adjusting his posture and landing steadily.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he looked back at Zhu Yanqing and saw her cold gaze. Although there was no difference from her usual demeanor, he felt a loss of face and his anger surged, seemingly on the verge of exploding.

When a beloved woman is present, a man's fighting spirit doubles.

Boom!

A raging flame erupted from Sun Lin's body, enveloping him, and most crucially, the flames did not burn his clothes.

Yang Seventeen widened his eyes, feeling a soul-crushing pressure that made him shudder.

Like lightning, Sun Lin leaped with incredible speed, even causing Jin Wu Hui to narrow his eyes.

With a thud!

Before Yang Seventeen could react, a flash of fire illuminated the night sky, as well as the shocked expressions of everyone present.

Blood sprayed from Yang Seventeen's shoulder as Sun Lin looked down at him, a cold and disdainful smile on his face.

Yang Seventeen's body plummeted, clearly dazed, his mouth agape and unable to close for some time.

With a thud, Yang Seventeen's massive body crashed heavily into the courtyard, causing the ground to crack and sink, and everyone could feel the terrifying weight of his body.

The attendants of the Holy Dragon Tavern and the pre-prepared physicians quickly surrounded him.

High in the sky, Sun Lin, surrounded by flames, looked down like a fire god, and his full-powered attack had instantly defeated Yang Seventeen, causing even the influential figures observing in secret to nod in approval.

The only ones likely displeased were the God's Palace and the Holy Princess.

Sun Lin was already a leading figure among the younger generation in the Holy City, courteous to everyone and well-liked by many.

"Interesting," Jin Wu Hui lightly chuckled, a hint of contempt on his stern face, giving off a sense of disdain.

Qi Xie also wore a solemn expression, clearly not expecting Sun Lin to be so strong.

After dispelling the flames, Sun Lin landed and once again assumed the appearance of a graceful young man, bowing to the crowd and saying, "I hope you enjoyed the show. It's your turn next."

With that, he walked towards Zhu Yanqing.

After witnessing the battle between Sun Lin and Yang Seventeen, the guests looked at each other. Some were eager to challenge, while others felt embarrassed. Comparison inevitably led to harm, and performing poorly would be humiliating.

"Senior Sister Zhu, how was my performance just now?" Sun Lin approached Zhu Yanqing, smiling. Although there were still traces of blood at the corners of his mouth, his breath was steady, as if he had not engaged in combat.

Zhu Yanqing indifferently replied, "Very good."

However, she felt a bit disdainful. She could easily see through this crude way of showing off.

At this point, more guests began to step forward to challenge, all belonging to the second-rate geniuses. Although they did not match the previous two performances, they were still impressive.

On the other side, Qin Jun and his group arrived at the entrance of the Holy Dragon Tavern.

"Stop, without an invitation, you may not enter."

The guards stopped Qin Jun and his group, the leaders of various forces were focused on the courtyard's competition and had not noticed their arrival.

Apart from Qin Jun and his group, there were many cultivators waiting outside the walls. After all, the talents' sparring matches took place in the night sky, and they could also watch from here. Looking around, the surrounding pavilions were packed with people, all focused on the talent banquet inside the Holy Dragon Tavern.

"What if I insist on going in?" Qin Jun shrugged, as if joking.

Insist?

The guards looked at each other, and the leading burly guard said in a deep voice, "Don't cause trouble!"

These guards generally had the cultivation of the Peak of Mortal Shedding Realm or the early stage of the Illusory Transformation Realm. Standing together, they still exuded a strong sense of oppression.

"Tsk tsk, quite imposing," Qin Jun shook his head.

Immediately, Sun Wukong stepped forward. This short and stout figure suddenly appeared behind them, as if he had jumped out of nowhere, startling the guards.

Sun Wukong sneered and chanted some strange incantations. Following this, the guards felt as if the ground beneath their feet had disappeared, and they began to fall.

"Ah! What's happening?"

"Why am I buried in the ground?"

The guards exclaimed in fear, finding themselves trapped in the ground with only their heads above the surface.

This scene made the surrounding cultivators gasp in shock, and they all retreated like a tide, moving away from Qin Jun and his group.

Qin Jun strode into the entrance of the Holy Dragon Tavern with great momentum. The guards tried to break free, but found themselves immobilized by a mysterious force, leaving them unable to move or even speak.

"A bunch of lackeys dare to be so arrogant."

Tuxing Sun sneered, striding ahead with exaggerated shoulder movements and high steps, looking quite pretentious. Even Qin Jun felt like kicking him in the butt.

Once inside the Holy Dragon Tavern, Qin Jun and his companions followed the tree-lined path.

More guards quickly came to intercept them, and Qin Jun also saw a lively banquet a hundred meters ahead.

Following Qin Jun's gaze, he could see Zhi Yanqing sitting in the corner. She still liked to wear red clothes, and just as Qin Jun had expected, she still didn't smile much. But the way Sun Lin fawned over her made him look like he was asking for a beating.

"Hmph!"

Qin Jun snorted unhappily, then quickened his pace.

Chang'e looked at Zhi Yanqing with a meaningful gaze, leaving people unable to fathom her intentions.

"Qin, don't be angry. Let's just sit back and enjoy the show," Old Yi chuckled.

"Enjoy the show? We are the main characters in the next act!" Qin Jun said coldly, his tone chilling to the bone.

(End of this chapter)