I Am Supreme

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

What Palace Leader?

Who else could the Palace Leader mentioned by Xiao Yushu be, other than the Sacred Heart Palace's Palace Leader? What level could the presence be to make Xiao Yushu feel so fervently that it was more powerful than their Palace Leader?

It was unimaginably terrifying!

Simultaneously, Gu Jiuxiao cried out in horror as if he had seen a ghost. He trembled, while his face was twisted from agony. Soaked in sweat, his face was drained of all color. Suddenly, he raised his head and spat out a wad of blood. Then, he collapsed and lost consciousness.

Lang Fantian was truly shocked!

While Xiao and Gu's status and cultivation base were slightly below him, it was not distinctively different. Both of them possessed cultivation methods that were unique to themselves, so much so that if they were to fight hand in hand, he was not a worthy opponent. Yet, it was these two people who were overwhelmingly frightened, repeating that he had almost died and fainted respectively…

What force could injure these two third level Royal Saint experts so severely without a sound? Could the Spirit's Grave Divine Saint level presence actually be watching them all this while?

If it was so, it would be petrifying. The severity of the mishap had far exceeded their recognition and estimation!

At this very moment, Fang Guohai shrieked as well. Although his voice belied his shock and terror, at least it was not one of weakness or injury.

"Where's Yun Yang?"

Lang Fantian and Xiao Yushu turned around abruptly and looked over, following the direction of the voice. Where Yun Yang had originally been sitting cross-legged, it was now empty. No one knew where the young man had gone to!

The clouds were drifting around before them, as usual. The place was still as ethereal as ever, silently enveloped by clouds of fog.

In spite of this, the silence only brought a greater worry to the group, they could barely take it.

A moment later, Gu Jiuxiao woke up with a moan. Fear was written across his eyes as he said shakily, "It's horrible. The power of my soul - the power of my soul… was partially devoured… I - I…"

As he spoke, he spat out blood again, looking extremely weak.

Lang Fantian and Xiao Yushu felt chills racking through their backs as they watched him. Large beads of sweat slid and fell from the tips of their noses.

If only cultivation base were to be measured, Gu Jiuxiao's capability was the last among the three of them. However, the power of the soul that was only possessed by a Royal Saint cultivator was the opposite case for them; Gu Jiuxiao's cultivation method that trained the spirit as well enabled his soul strength to outdo his peers. It was unexpected that he would be plagued by a setback here and was severely injured.

Up to now, the reality was more than certain - the Spirit's Grave truly existed, and the fact that it contained an absolutely powerful presence inside was more evident than ever!

Yun Yang was not lying.

He did not even completely tell them one-tenth of a thousand of the mysterious master's ability!

How reckless for the three of them to actually probe using their divine senses and survey with the power of soul under the watchfulness of such a masterly presence… What was the difference between them and a cat that licked the nose of a tiger? They were impatiently and maniacally seeking death - that was what they were doing.

It was fortunate that this master was benevolent and did not stoop as low as they did. Otherwise, how could they have survived?

He had only caused a fright to Xiao Yushu's divine sense and a little loss to Gu Jiuxiao's power of soul… It was evident that this master had mercy on them. If he were to be more brutal, at least half of the four of them would die here, in vain!

The force of a deific consciousness and the power of the soul were no mystical Qi. If he could easily devour a little bit of them from you, it meant that he could devour you whole just as easily!

In other words, this was actually a warning - a warning from an absolute master.

Why was Yun Yang gone then? Was it necessary to even ask?

He must have gone into the Spirit's Grave!

The Spirit's Grave was a lethal area of prohibition they could hardly come into contact with. Their life and death could be decided with a snap of a finger. Yun Yang was the only one who could enter. This much was the reality laid before their eyes, no one could doubt it.

In fact, it was not only Lang Fantian and his three subordinates who were terrorized. Even Shi Wuchen was dumbstruck on the spot, his eyes widened and words were taken from him.

'F*ck this! Boss… So he's really - I can't imagine a more fortunate encounter!'

'So whatever he blabbered back then… He wasn't bluffing… it was all true?'

'This - this… My, this overturns my entire imagination… My lack of experience and knowledge has indeed limited my recognition and imagination!'

Lang Fantian, Xiao Yushu, Gu Jiuxiao, Feng Guohai, and Shi Wuchen - all five of them wore the exact same look right now. They stared at the floating clouds in bewilderment for a long time, their gazes focused without being dazed.

Shi Wuchen fared slightly better. Although shocked, he could hold himself securely. After all, no matter how surprising Yun Yang appeared to be, he would not harm him, seeing that he was his superior.

On the other hand, cold sweat was breaking out in streams for the four elder men as their hearts thumped hard in their chests.

Compared to Shi Wuchen's rooted posture, their legs felt like jelly.

If the matter was not as significant, they would have wanted to flee and escape this imposing place! What if the master saw the four of them and got upset, suddenly flying into a fit of rage?

Even if they cried for help without caring for their dignity, it seemed that no one would come to their rescue.

Consequently, they spent a long time in fright…

There was a ripple in the air. Yun Yang suddenly appeared from the clouds and fell down immediately, due to gravity. His face was as pale as a sheet. He murmured, "You fellows have caused me big trouble this time…"

A sweeping noise could be heard when ten pieces of Ethereal Amethysts fell from his hands as Yun Yang passed out with a tilt to his body.

The four elder men looked at each other, still sweating profusely. No one dared to move.

If it had been any earlier, they would have snatched a piece of the Ethereal Amethyst, seeing so many of them despite their status and background. Now, however, they did not even think of touching it although the crystals were littered before them.

They sweated, feeling their heartbeats picking up. Their throats felt parched, their legs weak like they could fall onto their knees at any time…

Oh my, it was terrifying!

After some time, the clouds began to hover as usual. There did not seem to be any oddities. Another hour went by before the four men seemed to wake up from a trance. They wiped the sweat away, the fear still lingering. They looked around stealthily and a little lost before they spoke softly, "This - we should be… fine now?"

Lang Fantian felt as if a handful of sand had been shoved down his throat as he answered scratchily, "Looks - looks like it…"