I Am Overlord c1-962

by Translator: Pokka; Author: 我本纯洁 (I Am Pure); Licensed From: Migu

  Only then did the Arrow Emperor realize that his opponent was much trickier than he had expected. He quickly fled in panic.

  Of course, Xiang Shaoyun wouldn't allow him to leave just like that. He did not give chase, but Money was already waiting in the Arrow Emperor's escape path. He swept his tail and smashed the Arrow Emperor onto the ground. He then spat lightning energy at the Arrow Emperor, electrocuting him to death.

  Meanwhile, Xiang Shaoyun wasn't even paying any attention to them. He was studying his surroundings, and he noticed how the secret space was filled with numerous attractions—for example, the massive palace, and the saint tree, and the shining lake.

  They all looked incredibly extraordinary that the disciples almost forgot they were amid a sea of bones. Xiang Shaoyun did not act as rashly as the others. He first studied his surroundings with his gift of instincts to make sure they weren't illusions before making his move.

  His target wasn't the massive palace, the saint tree, or the shining lake. Rather, he headed toward the place with the greatest number of bones. There, something seemed to be calling him, telling him to uncover the secret of all the corpses in the secret space. The sensation also felt like a primal instinct, as though whatever was there was greatly related to him.

  His target looked near but was, in fact, extremely far away. As he approached, some scenes started surfacing in his brain, sinking him into confusion. He could see that the corpses here were all left behind from a terrifying war between two armies. The armies killed each other untiringly, and one warrior after another perished, leaving only their hot-bloodedness and souls on the battlefield.

  Ultimately, everyone apart from one perished. The sole survivor walked atop the corpses, eventually stopping at the enemy general's body. With a war banner in hand, he scanned the battlefield coldly. The saying that a general's success was built atop countless corpses couldn't be more right here.

  Kill! Kill! Kill!

  The atmosphere of the place seemed to have infected Xiang Shaoyun, causing him to erupt with a ruthless aura and negative emotions. He started swinging his Shark Devourer Saber incessantly as though he was fighting an army of thousands of soldiers. He would not stop fighting until the end of the world, until the last drop of blood was dry.

  Roar!

  Abruptly, a dragon's roar sounded, shattering the scene he was in and pulling him back to reality. After recollecting himself, Xiang Shaoyun found that Money was currently engaged in a battle with a zombie. Things weren't looking good for him, and it seemed he was in danger of getting killed at any time.

  Chapter 940: War Banner

  Ancient zombie. Why was there an ancient zombie here? This place was supposed to be filled with only bones. If so, where did this zombie come from? Its outfit made it evident that the zombie was extremely ancient, and its badly damaged armor and broken spear were exuding an ancient decaying aura.

  The zombie was sturdy and mighty, and it had a head of wild hair that was covered in dirt. Even with the absence of life force, the zombie still gave off the feeling that it was full of vigor. With a single rake, the zombie left gashes on Money's skin, which was actually as hard as a sovereign weapon.

  Money roared and struggled, but he was unable to escape the zombie. Even bombarding the zombie with countless lightning bolts did not seem to work. The zombie grabbed at Money with both its hands and tried ripping him apart. There was no doubt that its pair of powerful hands could do so.

  Fortunately, Xiang Shaoyun had recovered his clarity at this time. The Radiant Saint Sword appeared in his hand, and he swung it at the zombie without delay. From how he used the saint sword without a second thought, it was clear how much importance he attached to Money. He was afraid that Money would really be ripped apart.

  Clank!

  When the sword strike's golden energy struck the zombie's arms, a crisp sound rang out. The arms weren't severed, but their grips were successfully weakened. Finally, Money found an opening. He rushed back to Xiang Shaoyun's side and said, "Boss, we need to run. This fellow is too scary."

  "Don't worry. This is merely a corpse possessed by an evil spirit," said Xiang Shaoyun. With a wave of his hand, a raging tongue of flame flooded out and surrounded the zombie.

  Unsurprisingly, the zombie fled immediately. It did not dare to touch the flame. Even if its indestructible body could withstand fire, the evil spirit possessing the corpse couldn't.

  After taking Money back into the astral cosmos sea, Xiang Shaoyun chased after the zombie. He had a feeling it was the corpse of the enemy general he saw in his vision. He wondered if he was related to this war in his previous life, but something did not seem right as the memories did not feel like they belonged to him. Because of that, he grew even more interested in figuring out the history of the war.

  The chase lasted a long time. After an indeterminate amount of time, they reached an area where no other humans could be seen. It was as though he was currently the sole living human among the boundless sea of bones.

  Even so, Xiang Shaoyun still showed no fear. He was here for opportunities, and he was confident he was traveling toward one right now.

  The zombie finally stopped when it arrived atop a sacrificial altar. A crimson banner was standing tall on the altar. It fluttered about in the wind, the flapping sounds akin to the roar of countless warriors. "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

  This was a war banner signifying the morale of an army, a banner that would not fall before the last of the army died out. It was the banner of the victorious army, the banner that had witnessed the battle that had created all the corpses here.

  Looking at the banner, Xiang Shaoyun could feel his blood burning. It was as though the banner was summoning him, and he walked over blankly. It was at that moment that the zombie hurled its broken spear at Xiang Shaoyun. The zombie viewed this as an excellent opening that couldn't be missed. In truth, it had also timed the attack perfectly.

  However, five ghostrunes pounced on the zombie. Their soul attacks penetrated the zombie and directly targeted the evil spirit. It couldn't resist their attacks and quickly fled the body. Alas, ghostrunes were the nemesis of evil spirits. No matter how strong this evil spirit was, it wouldn't be able to escape them.

  Meanwhile, Xiang Shaoyun walked on top of the numerous bones and reached the altar. Standing beside the banner, he felt himself transforming into a general. A domineering aura burst out of him as he wrapped his fingers around the banner and roared, "Kill!"

  Abruptly, his temperament changed into that of a war god. His imposing bearing was unstoppable, and the nearby evil spirits that sensed his aura roared alongside him, "Kill!"

  Countless evil spirits converged on the banner. A thick killing intent spread everywhere, stopping the steps of the disciples thinking of coming in this direction. After sensing the fearsome killing intent, they were so frightened they staggered and did not dare to take another step.

  "Look at the number of evil spirits there and the fearsome killing intent. Something fatally dangerous must be there. We can't go there," someone cried out and scurried away in a different direction.

  The others also scattered without hesitation, leaving only some daring disciples to continue advancing.

  "Contending for hegemony across the world, I alone am undefeated," declared Xiang Shaoyun, who seemed to have transformed into a completely different person. He had assumed the persona of an undefeated war god. He dominated the battlefield and conquered one nation after another for the kingdom he served. In turn, he came to be known as the undefeated war god.

  The success of a general was always built atop countless bones. His path of success was forged from countless corpses, but alas, he was ultimately framed by a fellow official serving the same court and was forced to flee with his personal army. In his final stand, he led his army of 50,000 soldiers against an army of 500,000.

  A massive slaughter ensued, and his entire army perished. Even so, his army was able to decimate the entirety of their opposing army despite
their smaller numbers. Ultimately, he himself perished from excessive blood loss after the battle ended.

  Xiang Shaoyun understood that feeling well, and he bit his lips hard to the point blood was flowing. The feeling of betrayal was something he could never forget.

  "Why am I seeing all this so clearly? This is definitely not my previous life. What is going on here?" muttered Xiang Shaoyun in confusion with the banner still in his hand.

  At this time, he sensed a burning sensation coming from beneath his feet. A drop of bright red blood suddenly appeared from the altar he was standing on. The drop of blood was filled with a life force that seemed boundless. It was as though this single drop was the essence of a massive pool of blood.

  It also felt like this was the blood essence of an ultimate expert. It was a sensation no word could describe. In short, the drop of blood gave Xiang Shaoyun a feeling of closeness, and he instinctively reached for the drop of blood as a result.

  The drop of blood contained a fearsome amount of energy, but it was completely harmless in Xiang Shaoyun's hand. In fact, it looked tame and intimate with him.

  With the blood in hand, Xiang Shaoyun muttered, "Is this the drop of blood left by that war god? Or perhaps this is an accumulation of his private army's blood?"

  He couldn't find out the answer, so he did the only thing he could—putting the drop of blood away. He did not devour it immediately as he was unsure what would happen if he did.

  "Hey, you, show me the banner," a sharp voice suddenly rang out, breaking Xiang Shaoyun's line of thought.

  Chapter 941: Saint Soul Tree

  Ming Feng was the Sacred Deer Academy's number two disciple. He was as strong as Jiang Qi and was only ranked lower because of his lower popularity. Ming Feng himself was a sinister and ruthless person who wasn't exactly well-liked in the academy. Even so, there was no doubt that he was a prodigy, a ninth-stage Dragon Ascension Realm cultivator.

  He was a tall and slim young man. Clad in a black robe, he held a black cat in his arms, giving off a gentle and effeminate demeanor. He was the person using a commanding tone toward Xiang Shaoyun, as though he was speaking to his subordinate. He was viewing Xiang Shaoyun with complete disregard.

  A few other youths were following behind him as well. None of them was a weakling, and their cultivation levels were around the sixth and seventh stage of the Dragon Ascension Realm. One of them was even an eighth-stage Dragon Ascension Realm cultivator.

  In fact, when they had arrived at Lonesoul Island, Ming Feng had already noticed Xiang Shaoyun. He could feel that Xiang Shaoyun had impressive combat strength, but Ming Feng was never one to submit to anyone. Thus, he wouldn't show any fear toward Xiang Shaoyun. In any case, he also had several powerful followers with him. He was confident Xiang Shaoyun wouldn't do something stupid in this situation.

  Xiang Shaoyun looked at Ming Feng's group. He pulled the banner out of the altar and started striding toward Ming Feng one step at a time.

  "Young Master Feng, looks like that kid is quite smart after all," said the eighth-stage Emperor beside Ming Feng.

  A different person agreed, "That's right. A real hero will always be able to recognize the situation he's in. Young Master Feng is the number one disciple of our academy. Even if this kid is blind, he will know what to do in this situation."

  Ming Feng smiled proudly, and the people in his group laughed. In their eyes, Xiang Shaoyun was a clown. There was no doubt that he would submit before them. Little did they know, they were the clowns in Xiang Shaoyun's eyes.

  A smirk formed on Xiang Shaoyun's face as he said, "You want the banner? Catch it."

  Whoosh!

  The banner unfurled amid the wind, and a ferocious and bloody killing intent spread out. This was the symbol of an undefeated army. A bloody aura and countless evil spirits instantly flooded forth toward Ming Feng and his group. Almost instantaneously, they all melted into a clump of waste. Their souls became one of the spirits inhabiting the banner. Henceforth, the human named Ming Feng ceased to exist.

  This was a war banner that had never lost a battle. It had bathed in the blood of countless warriors, and it had devoured countless evil spirits. This combination had transformed the banner into a heaven-defying weapon in and of itself. It would stand tall so long as the person wielding it still stood.

  Ming Feng and company were all genius cultivators, but they were nothing before a banner that had bathed in the blood of Saints. In fact, they didn't even realize what was happening even at the moment of their deaths.

  Xiang Shaoyun lightly stroked the banner and muttered, "Since you're a banner that has bathed in the blood of countless warriors and has witnessed one victory after another in order to gather the souls of numerous warriors, I shall name you the Holy Spirit Banner."

  The banner seemed to understand what Xiang Shaoyun was saying. It started fluttering even in the absence of wind as though responding to Xiang Shaoyun's words and agreeing to its new name.

  Xiang Shaoyun kept the Holy Spirit Banner away before retrieving the corpse that was previously possessed by the evil spirit. Not even saint weapons could damage the corpse; it was a true indestructible body. Perhaps it hid even more secrets.

  Xiang Shaoyun returned to the altar and searched through the pile of bones. He found several damaged weapons underneath the altar. They had lost their spirituality and luster. Even so, some useful materials could still be extracted from them, and they would all be saint-grade materials.

  The materials would come in handy when he needed to reforge the Overlord Skyslaying Saber and return the saber to its past glory. After putting away all the damaged weapons, he went on the road again. This time, his target was the saint tree.

  The saint tree seemed like it was an existence separate from the entire secret space. A saintly radiance surrounded its surroundings, and an aura of vigor spread around it, making its immediate vicinity look alive. No evil spirits could enter the tree's sphere of influence as there seemed to be some sort of power repelling them.

  Many disciples noticed that the tree was bearing fruit. Thus, many of them were heading toward the tree. The Dragon Phoenix Academy's Gui Mochou and Feng Xiaosha were among them.

  Gui Mochou wasn't supposed to be able to participate in the competition, but Shadowflash and Feng Huosuo could easily empty a spot for him. And here he was. The two were aware that Xiang Shaoyun was also in the secret space, so they had been trying to keep a low profile so as not to get into a conflict with Xiang Shaoyun. They knew well that his strength was too scary for them to deal with.

  Naturally, there were other Dragon Phoenix Academy disciples near the tree as well. However, the disciples with the highest chance of getting whatever was at the tree were the three freaks from the True Martial Academy and the two freaks from the Nine Palace Academy.

  They were now standing before the saint tree, finally getting a clear look at it. The tree was called the saint soul tree, and it bore a type of fruit called the saint soul fruit. This fruit could let any Sovereign's soul easily match the level of a Heaven Battling Realm cultivator's soul. With it, one could instantly forge a saintly soul, greatly shortening one's distance from the Heaven Battling Realm.

  It wasn't surprising for a saint soul tree to grow here, with the numerous bones and evil spirits everywhere. This was the kind of unique environment that would grow a tree like this after a long period of time.

  Nine saint soul fruits could be seen hanging from the tree branches. There were about 60 disciples gathered around the tree. The fruits were definitely not enough for all of them, and a bitter battle for the fruits was definitely coming.

  Each fruit was the size of a fist and shone with captivating radiance. The fruit was shaped like the face of a baby, giving one a sense of disconnect when looking at it. Everyone gulped, wanting to be the first to gather up all the fruit.

  A freak from the True Martial Academy declared, "These nine fruits are ours. None of you can touch them."

  "Who do you thi
nk you are? These fruits are without an owner. They will belong to whoever is capable enough to get them," said someone else with a resentful voice. They even attacked in anger, triggering the start of the battle.

  The dozens of disciples present started fighting each other for the saint soul fruits. Some did not engage in the battle. Instead, they made use of their speed and rushed the tree. But when they approached, their souls were struck heavily. With a wail, they were sent flying.

  "Damn it! This tree is capable of soul attacks!" someone cried out in alarm.

  Chapter 942: I'm Taking These

  The saint soul tree was not classified as a devilish or demonic plant. It was known as a saint tree that was sentient. It was capable of determining that the humans around it were trying to take advantage of it, and it naturally wouldn't sit around doing nothing.

  The saint soul tree emanated some sort of power that strongly suppressed one's soul. Even a Soul Foundation Realm expert would have a hard time withstanding this pressure and would return empty-handed.

  When the disciples realized this, they stopped fighting each other. They took out their respective soul defense items and approached the tree. Some overconfident people thought they could withstand the pressure, so they strode forward with their helmets on, but they were only able to take a few steps before their helmets burst apart, and they died, their blood flowing out of their seven orifices.

  The sight of their deaths stopped the others in their tracks. The pressure emanated by the saint soul tree was definitely at a level similar to a Saint. Without a defensive item at the saint-grade or higher, one would not be able to approach the tree.

  A certain disciple from the True Martial Academy was confident in his abilities. Instead of being scared off, he put on an ancient helmet and stepped forward. The power of the saint soul tree churned and turned as a powerful soul power wrapped around the True Martial Academy disciple. Everyone thought he would suffer, but he actually continued stepping forward one step at a time.