I Am Overlord c1-962

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

  Xiang Shaoyun couldn't understand it even when using the Light of Wisdom. He could only follow his intuition and walk into the palace. The palace was gorgeous and luxurious. It was comparable with the most opulent of palaces. Standing within, one would feel how tiny one was.

  In the middle of the palace was an ancient coffin inlaid with nine crystals, each the size of a human head. Alas, the crystals had lost their luster and were out of energy.

  In front of the coffin was a kneeling corpse that appeared to have been stabbed to death. The corpse was much sturdier than all the other zombies in the secret space. It had a general's helmet on its head and a bloody set of heavy armor on its body. The blood had dried, and the corpse looked as though it was kneeling with remorse before the coffin.

  Xiang Shaoyun knew that this person was the same villain who had schemed against the war god. He was once the most trusted general under the war god's command. He schemed to take over the war god's position but was ultimately stabbed to death here. He had been kneeling in a remorseful position here ever since then.

  His name was Chong Bao. His armor and helmet were excellent treasures that even Saints would covet.

  Xiang Shaoyun naturally coveted them as well, but for some reason, a sense of indignance and disdain suddenly appeared in his heart. He was filled with derision toward him, and he naturally had no interest in the villain's possessions.

  He wanted to approach the coffin, but he suddenly noticed the faintly discernible formation in the palace. It seemed like if he took another step forward, he would die. He took out the Holy Spirit Banner. The banner would probably resonate with the coffin. Perhaps it would be his key to leaving.

  Sure enough, when the Holy Spirit Banner was taken out, the numerous evil spirits in the banner roared, and it burst out with battle intent. The entire palace darkened, and a unique chilling aura pervaded the room.

  Xiang Shaoyun sensed a different energy wrap around him, completely sealing his body. He was then pulled toward the coffin. The formation power retreated and did not hurt him.

  The coffin lid opened, and when Xiang Shaoyun looked inside, his pupils shrank. His handsome face warped as though he had seen something terrifying. He was then thrown into the coffin before the lid slid back. All that happened seemed like a dream, but it had indeed happened.

  Not long after Xiang Shaoyun entered the coffin, the massive palace's illusory formation vanished, revealing all the zombies hidden amid the mist. A part of the disciples at the burial ground managed to escape, but the rest were dead. The entire palace turned into a dilapidated building. It no longer looked like the magnificent palace it once was.

  The Celestial King's Palace had also vanished, or to be precise, it had once again concealed itself. Nobody could find it anymore. The trapped disciples heaved a breath of relief and hurriedly fled, trying to look for a place to recuperate from the injuries they had sustained in the palace.

  Of the Overlord Legion members, Yuan Xuefen was killed, and the others survived. Ouyang Chuanqi had survived relying on a defensive treasure given to him by his clan. Han Chenfei was protected by a defensive treasure of Glacier Palace. Xuan Yuantian had similarly survived using his own trump card.

  Among them, Tang Longfei was the only one who had crawled out of the burial ground. He was basically half dead at that point. His entire body was filled with death aura, and he seemed to have aged significantly. If he couldn't receive appropriate treatment in time, he would probably not stay alive for long.

  As for Xia Liuhui, he was nowhere to be found. It was unknown if he was dead or had stumbled upon his own fortuitous encounter. More than half the disciples that had entered the palace were killed. This was a disastrous loss.

  Naturally, some of them had been able to discover some treasures from the side palaces. With the formation gone, some continued their search while some even started aiming for the zombies, which could also be considered treasures.

  Battles erupted all over the dilapidated palace. As for Money, he had reached the palace's rear garden. There, he found a horn that was once a battle horn. It had been broken and tossed to the rear garden by someone.

  Money could sense that the horn was made from a celestial horned dragonsnake's horn. For him, it was an extremely important treasure. Before he could get the horn, some True Martial Academy disciples appeared. They were the Little Overlord and his companions, and they snatched the horn before Money could get it.

  Money was understandably furious. He engaged the group in an intense battle, but they were too strong, and he was forced to flee. The Little Overlord had no intention of sparing him. If it wasn't for Money's speed, he would have been captured.

  "You dare snatch my treasure? My boss will snatch it back for me!" threatened Money before leaving.

  Chapter 959: Each With Their Own Gains

  Money was extremely depressed after losing the horn. He moved around at a rapid speed, trying to find Xiang Shaoyun as quickly as possible. Instead of finding Xiang Shaoyun, he found Tang Longfei dying. He was greatly alarmed and hurriedly dragged him out of the dilapidated palace.

  He then spat out some silver lightning liquid and fed it to Tang Longfei, effectively saving Tang Longfei's life. The silver lightning liquid was a liquid of extreme yang. Not only could it heal injuries, but it could also expel evil and poison. Thus, Tang Longfei's condition stabilized.

  "Thank you, Money," said Tang Longfei weakly.

  "Don't worry about it. You're my boss's brother, so you're my brother as well. Focus on recovering," said Money.

  Tang Longfei stopped talking. He sat up and circulated his energy to continue healing. He also took out some of the treasures he had been hoarding and used them to expel the death aura from his body. If he allowed the death aura to remain, his future in cultivation would become bleak.

  He was, after all, the son of a Bloodsin City governor. His father had naturally given him some life-preserving treasures.

  Meanwhile, Ouyang Chuanqi, like the other disciples, started exploring the damaged palaces for treasures after he was freed from the illusory formation.

  Ouyang Chuanqi and some other disciples found a broken cauldron in one of the palaces. Initially, nobody paid the cauldron any attention. But when Ouyang Chuanqi inserted some flame energy into it, the cauldron started shining with an indescribable radiance. A clump of flame burst out of it, forming a unique flame that was much more powerful than what he had inserted.

  When the other disciples noticed, one of them exclaimed in alarm, "This cauldron is not fully damaged!"

  The moment the voice rang out, a group of people charged at Ouyang Chuanqi, aiming for the cauldron. Ouyang Chuanqi was a ninth-stage Dragon Ascension Realm cultivator. His combat strength was valiant, and he unleashed the might of his fiery spear against his opponents.

  Ouyang Chuanqi was a prodigy of the Dragon Phoenix Academy, and he stood at the very peak of the pyramid even among the four academies. Not many disciples could face him, but that did not mean nobody could. Currently, he was engaged in a battle with a True Martial Academy prodigy.

  This prodigy was Gu Feng, whom Xiang Shaoyun had once met. She had impressive combat strength, and her battle with Ouyang Chuanqi became increasingly intense. Both combatants were from ancient clans. They each had powerful trump cards, and when they started fighting each other, others couldn't get involved even if they wanted to.

  "Hand the Heaven Refining Cauldron over. This is not something you can own," demanded Gu Feng.

  "Come take it if you can," said Ouyang Chuanqi. Holding the Heaven Refining Cauldron with one hand, he stabbed his spear out repeatedly with his other hand, unleashing a series of ruthless attacks.

  "Since you're looking for death, don't blame me for what's about to happen," said Gu Feng. She soared into the sky as though she had transformed into a phoenix. She repeatedly stabbed with her sword, sending numerous sword energies akin to a rain of feathers toward Ouyang Chuanqi.

  Gu Feng was ranked seventh in
the True Martial Academy. Her combat strength was exceptional. In fact, she was even stronger than Ouyang Chuanqi, and she had been fully suppressing him in their fight.

  However, Ouyang Chuanqi had also cultivated for many years. He had rich combat experience, and he fought while retreating, not giving Gu Feng any chance to force him into a fight to the death.

  Gu Feng's companions tried surrounding Ouyang Chuanqi, but he still forged a path of blood out of the encirclement and quickly fled far away. It hadn't been easy for Gu Feng to finally lay her eyes on a treasure. She was unwilling to let Ouyang Chuanqi flee. She gave chase with all her power, incredibly determined to snatch the Heaven Refining Cauldron.

  Elsewhere, Han Chenfei obtained an ore of 10,000-year-old profound frost iron, which was an important material for forging saint-grade weapons. It was extremely rare. She also found a well emitting a frosty aura, and she suspected that the well contained a treasure with the frost property. Her plan was to enter and see if there was anything to be found inside.

  However, before she could enter, some Nine Palace Academy and Sacred Deer Academy disciples rushed over to enter as well. Han Chenfei was a ninth-stage Dragon Ascension Realm cultivator, but that did not mean she could afford to completely disregard the other academies' disciples.

  On the contrary, one particular Nine Palace Academy disciple was even stronger than her. He overbearingly occupied the well and did not let anyone else enter. He was Leng Jiang, ranked five in the Nine Palace Academy. He was similarly a frost cultivator.

  "Little girl, want to enter the frost well with me? If you can agree to become my cultivation partner, I will let you join me down there. What do you think?" offered Leng Jiang after scanning Han Chenfei's body with a lecherous look.

  Han Chenfei was the number two beauty of the Dragon Phoenix Academy. There was no doubting that she was an exceptionally charming woman. It wasn't surprising that Leng Jiang would be infatuated with her.

  Han Chenfei's pupils spun around as she pondered. Then, a mesmerizing smile formed on her face as she said, "Sure. Let's enter together."

  She walked toward Leng Jiang, taking dainty and elegant steps. Leng Jiang might seem infatuated, but he was still on high alert. He wouldn't give her any chance to play any tricks on him. Just as Han Chenfei was about to reach Leng Jiang, she suddenly tossed something out. Leng Jiang reacted instantly and swung his weapon at the item tossed at him.

  Bang!

  When his weapon struck the item, an incredibly powerful force erupted and blasted him away. A certain fragrance suffused the area, and Leng Jiang inhaled some of it accidentally. His vision immediately blurred. Han Chenfei took the opportunity to step past him and jumped into the well.

  "Vile woman, I won't spare you!" Leng Jiang roared and also jumped into the well.

  The nearby disciples rushed forward and jumped inside. Soon, wails rang out. Several people could be seen fleeing the well in panic. They were frozen when they escaped, and it was clear they had failed to withstand the frost energy inside. It was either that or there was something terrifying waiting at the well's bottom.

  Neither Han Chenfei nor Leng Jiang was seen leaving the well. It was unknown which of them was the eventual victor.

  Elsewhere, Xuan Yuantian had also found a treasure. However, his strength was in the middle tier among all the disciples, so it was extremely unlikely that he could get the treasure with so many competing disciples.

  Seeing that he did not have much chance against them, he decisively left to search other locations, hoping that he would be lucky enough to find other treasures. And he was indeed lucky. At a certain location neglected by all other disciples, he stumbled upon a decent gain.

  Chapter 960: A Dream of the Battlefield

  While the numerous disciples were busy fighting for everything they found in the secret space, a certain palace was hidden amid the clouds within the crack of space. Nobody could detect it, and nobody knew what was happening in the palace.

  The coffin still lay there silently, and the corpse kneeling before it still remained unmoving. Nothing had changed, apart from the nine crystals atop the coffin that were now shining. The radiance wasn't particularly bright, but it looked rather unique.

  Why had Xiang Shaoyun been pulled into the coffin? And what did he see that was so shocking his expression twisted? When the coffin lid opened, he actually saw a corpse that looked exactly the same as him lying inside. The only difference was that the corpse looked older. It was clad in ancient armor, still looking heroic and handsome. It did not lose any of its good looks even in death.

  When the coffin released an odd power that pulled him inside, the corpse disappeared. In the corpse’s place was him, lying where the corpse was. This was a scene that would shock many people, and it was also a scene that nobody would think he would survive from.

  The coffin was the final resting place of the dead. With Xiang Shaoyun lying inside, it was as though he was now a living dead. It was most certainly inauspicious. Xiang Shaoyun was completely unaware of what was happening to him. Or to be precise, it was as though he had vanished from existence.

  By the time he regained awareness, he had arrived at a battlefield, surrounded by slaughter and warcries. He was seated atop a chariot pulled by six iron dragons. Clad in thick armor with his cloak fluttering behind him, he looked incredibly striking and handsome. When he laid sight on the majestic army before him, a look of confusion covered his eyes.

  "What is going on? Why am I on this battlefield?" Xiang Shaoyun's head was filled with questions.

  Xiang Shaoyun was completely confused, but he was no longer given the time to think as an arrow suddenly flew toward him. The arrow was approaching with a velocity that only a Sovereign could shoot.

  Xiang Shaoyun recovered from his shock and managed to barely dodge the arrow. Even so, the arrow still graced his face and left a wound. A burning pain assaulted his face.

  "This isn't a dream," thought Xiang Shaoyun as he rubbed his face blankly.

  "My king, are you fine? Are you going to give up just like this?" asked a soldier beside Xiang Shaoyun.

  Xiang Shaoyun looked at the soldier before looking at the incoming army. His eyes burned as he roared, "Kill!"

  Dream or reality, he still had to slaughter a path out of this. Perhaps only then would he know if this was actually a dream or if he had been transported somewhere else. He unfurled the banner in his hand, and a thick battle intent surged out, showcasing the demeanor of a mighty general.

  Kill! Kill! Kill!

  He only had a small number of soldiers by his side, but they all roared ferociously, displaying no fear toward the incoming army. They embraced death like home, and they charged forth fearlessly.

  They might be the rebel army, but they were also meritorious soldiers of the country. They had been reduced into rebels by some scheming villain, and they felt greatly insulted by that. Some of them even had their families killed because of it, and they were filled with fury. There was a saying that an army burning with righteous indignation was bound to win.

  Their emotions infected Xiang Shaoyun. He was their leader, the one who had led them in this rebellion. Thus, he had to set an example. Otherwise, he would be an unqualified leader. He took out the Sunshooter Bow and formed an energy arrow before shooting it at the leader of the opposing army.

  Using the Sunshooter Bow and the Sunshooter Technique, one could shoot down even the sun and the moon.

  His arrow was unleashed with the primal inception energy powered by his mental power. Like a rainbow, the arrow trailed through the air and bloomed with a blinding radiance that streaked across the entire battlefield as it flew toward the opposing leader.

  "What power is this? Why is it shining with nine divine colors?" the opposing leader exclaimed in shock. He swung his saber at the incoming arrow.

  Boom!

  A loud explosion ensued as a massive shockwave rippled out. The leader stood firm and was uninjured, but the impact sent his helmet
flying.

  Insulted, the leader roared in anger, "Kill all these rebels! Spare none of them!"

  His army charged forward in waves. Attacks numerous enough to blot out the sky flew through the air as the army clashed.

  For some reason, Xiang Shaoyun seemed to know about army formations very well. As he swung his saber, he roared, "Vanguard, act as the arrow. Flanks, act as the wings. Sally forth in a crane formation!"

  At his command, his soldiers entered the crane formation to face the incoming army. Each soldier was an individual with both courage and strength. Individually, the soldiers of his army were stronger than the soldiers of the opposing army. They worked together to amass a strength that could not be underestimated.

  The incoming attacks were all blocked before the army charged into the midst of the opposing army, wreaking havoc in their army formation.

  Xiang Shaoyun issued commands calmly and steadily. He could see every change occurring on the battlefield, as though he was looking at a chessboard. Despite the dangerous situation he was in and his lack of chess pieces, he struggled on. Even if he couldn't win, taking down more of the opposing chess pieces would still make his death worthwhile.

  A chaotic battle ensued. Warhorns sounded unceasingly as the two imposing armies clashed repeatedly. Blood and limbs flew everywhere, and cries of pain filled the area. War was cruel, and so were the armies fighting in the war. Rather than the weapons of war, it was the human heart that was cruel.

  When Xiang Shaoyun saw that his army was on the verge of defeat, he couldn't hold back anymore. He roared, and he pounced forth like a beast. Stepping on the shoulder of his soldiers, he charged toward the opposing army.

  With the Shark Devourer Saber in one hand and the Overlord Skyslaying Saber in the other, he slashed at his enemies. With one slash, the saber attack crashed into the enemies like a raging river and reaped over 10 lives at once. With another slash, a divine lightning bolt surged forth and reaped even more lives. He was basically a butcher of the battlefield at this moment.