Chapter 459: Overlord

"Hehe…"

Fang Xing understood the subtle dynamics of the scene as clearly as if viewing fire through a crystal.

He merely chuckled: "And as for you all… the primordial spiritual treasure—those destined to claim it—I am that one."

In truth, he wanted to say every single person here was trash.

But he held back, realizing he couldn't go too far.

Even so, he enraged many major factions' Nascent Soul overlords beyond measure!

What is an overlord?

Without the arrogance to dominate one's own realm, how could one dare face a Heavenly Immortal or Heavenly Demon of a higher grand realm?

"Good… very good indeed."

Master Ye sneered, his green leaf piercing the void and instantly landing before Fang Xing.

Within a thousand miles, primal energy erupted violently; the Wood Dao principle was stirred, coalescing into a vast, azure dragon that crashed down!

In sheer might, it was no less than a Heavenly Immortal's strike!

Facing it all, Fang Xing merely smiled faintly and extended his right hand.

Boom!

The next instant.

The azure dragon let out a mournful cry; the violent heavenly energies shattered like waves crashing against an unyielding reef.

Fang Xing pinched his index and middle fingers together, trapping the green leaf between them.

"I heard… Master Ye, this green leaf of yours is a secret treasure. I didn't expect you to be so generous—giving it to me on our first meeting. Then I'll accept it without modesty."

He applied slight pressure with his right hand; a black hole force settled upon the leaf, suppressing it into his internal black hole.

His internal black hole could easily suppress even imperial weapons, trapping even light itself.

Now that the green leaf had entered it, it still glowed faintly—clearly no ordinary artifact.

But alas…

Eventually, it fell silent.

"Give me back my green leaf!"

Master Ye's eyes instantly turned bloodshot.

His "Three Green Leaves" secret treasure came as a set of three—missing even one was unacceptable.

He never imagined his first strike against Fang Xing would result in the leaf being directly suppressed and stolen.

Without this leaf, his secret technique's power would plummet—he might even be knocked out of the Nascent Soul overlord tier.

This is the hidden danger of relying on external tools—lose them, and you risk being stripped back to your original form.

"Want it back? Bring me a Purple Wood Spirit Heart in exchange!"

Fang Xing smiled faintly, whispering secretly to Master Ye.

Ignoring Master Ye's furious, helpless rage and desperate pleas, he scanned the several Nascent Soul overlords who had fled a distance in terror, then summoned a bronze mirror.

Shhh! Shhh! Shhh!

One after another, black-clad youths stepped forth from the river of time—each identical in aura and spiritual energy to Fang Xing's true self.

"The Time Dao principle?"

The Ethereal Celestial Maiden watched this, her eyes filled with wariness.

"Ladies and gentlemen… please entertain my past selves first."

Fang Xing sneered, then turned to the Eight Demon Tribes Array: "Jin Yan Hou… I can't speak for others, but today, you will die!"

In an instant, eight past selves surged into the eight gates of the Eight Demon Tribes Array.

"Die!"

Within one gate, a bald vulture demon king with grotesque growths on his head roared, his murderous aura surging skyward, splitting into two intersecting blades of light that slashed toward Fang Xing's past self.

Shhh!

Fang Xing's past self moved effortlessly, gliding through the array's pressure like water around stone, appearing before the vulture demon king.

Puff!

He flicked his finger lightly—this motion resembled spear technique, infused with the flavor of reversed time.

The spear thrust was swift, yet seemed agonizingly slow—making onlookers feel so frustrated they nearly vomited blood.

The vulture demon king offered no resistance; his skull was pierced, his massive demon corpse falling from midair.

Each of Fang Xing's past selves possessed seven or eight tenths of his true power—formidable even among Nascent Soul overlords.

Deploying them to clear out and slaughter lesser troops was clearly overkill.

"The Eight Demon Tribes Array… broken!"

The hermit Nascent Soul overlord Ye Gu watched this, his expression grim: "This array fears most when eight Nascent Soul overlords launch simultaneous, relentless assaults on all eight gates—then its flaws become unavoidable; every death gate becomes a life gate!"

"Jin Yan Hou's setup wasn't wrong… originally, no eight Nascent Soul overlords would ever unite with such unity and disregard for cost… but he never imagined he'd meet the Black Dragon Imperial Son."

Ling Gui Zi, with thick eyebrows and a heavy, mountain-steady aura, said: "The Black Dragon Imperial Son can summon so many past selves… his mastery of the Time Dao principle must already rival that of a Heavenly Demon."

"It's merely the advantage of secret techniques and artifacts!"

The Ethereal Holy Maiden scoffed.

All these Nascent Soul overlords could unleash Heavenly Demon-level power—but even Heavenly Demon power varies in strength!

With this move, few Nascent Soul overlords could stand against him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

These overlords could still chat, but Jin Yan Hou's eyelids twitched violently.

Beneath him, the Eight Demon Tribes Array shattered violently; a black-clad youth charged straight at him.

"Rise!"

Jin Yan Hou roared, raising his hand as a green wind blade slashed down.

In his other palm burned a golden flame.

His title "Jin Yan Hou" came from this celestial anomaly flame.

This demon had once been a prodigy of the Wind Dao principle, then gained a stroke of fortune—a "Boluo Golden Flame"—and through it, unlocked a sliver of a strange great Dao force, fusing wind and fire into devastating power.

Yet precisely because of this, he was blocked from fully comprehending the Wind Dao principle, forcing him to settle as a Nascent Soul overlord. "Merge… Wind and Fire, Heaven's Inferno!"

Jin Yan Hou clasped his hands together; wind and fire fused, suddenly forming a crimson-and-green sky-curtain descending upon him.

The black-clad past self of Fang Xing showed no change in expression; in his hand appeared a pitch-black spear.

On the spear's tip, a faint river of time flowed.

Then…

The world fell utterly silent!

Killing Technique—Inch of Time!

Puff!

Jin Yan Hou's vision of the black-clad Fang Xing vanished—then reappeared before him, having slipped free of the crimson-and-green sky-curtain.

Even the spear's tip had pierced through his eye socket, protruding from the back of his skull.

One spear, one skull shattered!

Even a past self, wielding the "Inch of Time" killing technique, could not be resisted by a Nascent Soul overlord!

"This… one technique? He died in just one strike?"

The Liefengshanzhu, who had expected Jin Yan Hou to lose, thought he'd at least hold out for a few blows.

He never imagined he'd be slain by a single clone in one strike.

Worse still!

He stared ahead at the dozen or so clones, smiling smugly as if watching them—words failed him.

'We're all Nascent Soul overlords… yet the gap is this vast?'

'If the Black Dragon Imperial Son truly wanted, he could wipe us all out? This… how is this possible?'

"Killed…"

The Ethereal Holy Maiden murmured: "They really killed Jin Yan Hou? Qingdi Palace will surely go mad!"

Qingdi Palace had only Jin Yan Hou as its sole Nascent Soul overlord!

His status even surpassed some Heavenly Demons.

And yet… he died so casually?

"The Black Dragon Imperial Son… holds grudges to the extreme. Never oppose him."

The Ethereal Holy Maiden silently noted this, deciding never to provoke this madman again.

He clearly didn't care about status or background!

In truth, Fang Xing had already held back considerably—if he'd acted by his true nature, every Nascent Soul overlord here would've been stripped bare, dead or alive.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

At that moment, within the valley, xuanhuang qi churned, condensing inward relentlessly…

"The primordial spiritual treasure is about to emerge… pity, pity."

Nearby, San Yuan Daoist watched this, shaking his head: "Who'd have thought a Black Dragon Imperial Son would appear—a true overlord among overlords… sigh, this primordial spiritual treasure was never meant for me… but at least, revenge is served."

He was about to leave when his expression suddenly changed: "Is this… the Dao Son arriving?"

"Fellow cultivators, the Black Dragon grows arrogant—we of the Hongtian Alliance move first!"

With a booming voice, heaven and earth seemed to flip in an instant.

Fang Xing felt as if the entire heavens and earth of Qingmu Realm were rejecting him!

"The Dao of Qian Kun?"

He sighed inwardly as a tall man with short blue hair laughed wildly toward him, fists clenched and stacked in succession.

One hand emitted pure qi rising upward, the other murky qi sinking downward—containing the ultimate truth of heaven and earth's evolution.

Even though it was crude and merely at the Nascent Soul stage… the pressure it unleashed was the greatest Fang Xing had ever felt from a Nascent Soul overlord!

"Hongtian Alliance—Qian Kun Dao Ren!"

"The number one Nascent Soul overlord of Qingmu Realm!"

Fang Xing laughed heartily: "After today's battle, your title as number one may well change hands."

His body's gravity multiplied a thousandfold, warping reality and space, drawing forth a trace of space-time fusion power to form a space-time realm.

One space-time realm, one azure-yellow realm, continuously entangled and eroded each other…

"This Qian Kun Dao Ren's strength rivals a Level Six Heavenly Demon… truly impressive."

Fang Xing gradually suppressed Qian Kun's realm with his space-time realm.

At that moment, within the valley, the mysterious light qi condensed to its limit and began to dissipate, revealing a corner of tiled eaves and bracket sets.

"Primordial Spirit Treasure!"

The Ethereal Holy Maiden's eyes brightened; her figure instantly moved, each step she took causing lotus flowers to bloom beneath her feet.

But a black-robed young man blocked her path, a faint smile on his face as he extended one palm.

Slap!

In the void, the white lotus petals were instantly crushed flat; the Ethereal Holy Maiden was struck as if by lightning and forced to retreat.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Linggui Zi also retreating several steps, letting out a muffled groan.

Clearly, the other Nascent Soul overlords had the same intention—and suffered the same fate.

That Black Dragon Prince could simultaneously battle Qian Kun Dao Ren and still overpower them all!

Whoosh!

Fang Xing's black hole power spread outward, yet he sensed something unusual.

"Another bird in the bush?"

He sneered, ignoring Qian Kun Dao Ren entirely; on his arm, the Wu Kong Ring roared like an ancient dragon awakening, instantly shooting forth and smashing toward a point in the void.

Boom!

The void shattered, countless silver currents sweeping across.

Within the shattered void stood a disheveled figure, clad in black robes, gaunt-faced, radiating a hint of demonic aura.

"An Nascent Soul overlord from Yuan Mo Sect…"

The Liefengshanzhu had barely cried out when the figure beneath the Wu Kong Ring was crushed like an ant…

(End of Chapter)