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I Am Overlord Chapter 958– Falling Coffin

The Celestial King’s Palace was a place to be wors.h.i.+pped. It was located high in the air, as though it was overlooking all living beings. Xiang Shaoyun knew it definitely hid a ma.s.sive secret, and the secret probably lay right before his eyes. It remained to be seen whether he could uncover it.

Just as he was about to approach the Celestial King’s Palace, some memory fragments surfaced in his mind. He saw the leader of the army of 50,000 soldiers he had seen when he had gotten the Holy Spirit Banner. He also learned that the leader was known as the Celestial King. This palace was his private residence.

The Celestial King was the war G.o.d of the past, one who had served his nation with countless military victories. Ultimately, he was schemed against and was forced to turn from his own nation. Instead of robbing his country, he stayed to himself and lived a carefree life. Alas, the people from his previous country did not wish to spare him. They ama.s.sed a large army and attacked him, and he ultimately fought to the death.

But had he truly died? That was still a mystery, as Xiang Shaoyun saw the same war G.o.d returning to the Celestial King’s Palace with his entire body dyed red in blood. The Celestial King eventually locked himself in the palace.

The b.l.o.o.d.y human skin hanging outside was the skin of his enemy. He had personally skinned his enemy and hung the skin on the gate to warn all future intruders. After isolating himself, he sealed the entire secret s.p.a.ce, and this place vanished from the face of the world.

This had all happened many, many years ago. Xiang Shaoyun was somewhat stunned when he saw the memory fragments for no apparent reason. He had a feeling the war G.o.d had some sort of relations.h.i.+p with him. It almost felt like he was the same war G.o.d, but that shouldn’t be possible.

He was confident because from some of his recovered past life’s memories, he was the Overlord, and his mount was Big Black. The Heaven Conquering Overlord Manual and Overlord’s Nine Nether Steps were his ultimate techniques. He was sure of these memories. If so, what were the memories he had been seeing recently?

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 l.u.s.ter 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 st.u.r.dier than all the other zombies in the secret s.p.a.ce. It had a general’s helmet on its head and a b.l.o.o.d.y 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 G.o.d. He was once the most trusted general under the war G.o.d’s command. He schemed to take over the war G.o.d’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 ma.s.sive 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. n.o.body 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 s.n.a.t.c.hed 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 s.n.a.t.c.h my treasure? My boss will s.n.a.t.c.h it back for me!” threatened Money before leaving.

I Am Overlord

I Am Overlord

Woshi Bawang, 我是霸王
Score 6.4
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: , , Native Language: Chinese
Xiang Shaoyun is the young master of an influential and powerful sect and is blessed with an extreme latent talent in martial cultivation. From talent comes confidence, and from confidence comes a declaration to give all the so-called geniuses a head start of ten years before catching up to them. Ten years later, Xiang Shaoyun appears at a tiny sect of a tiny town. Betrayed and disgraced by his own sect, he is penniless and powerless, his cultivation level lower than his peers’ due to the ten-year vow. Now to reclaim the glory he once had, he must climb to the top from the very bottom. Witness and join Xiang Shaoyun’s adventure in his rise to glory.


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