Perfect World: The Path of Pure Source

One man guards the pass, blocking the path of the arrogant and powerful.

It was merely a spirit body, yet it killed true gods and crushed kings, leaving no room for hope.

"Are we really just going to wait like this forever?" A freak was unwilling to accept his fate. He had dominated the ancient world for a lifetime, but in his last life, he encountered such a powerful overlord and was destined to miss out on the ultimate destiny.

Another player scoffed, retorting in a huff, "What can we do? Go and fight!"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent, because there was truly no other way. Who dared to step forward? Who could possibly win?

The Overlord was no merciful person; he killed that spirit without hesitation, and there was no justice to be found after it died!

Finally, someone stamped their foot in frustration, "Quickly, go and invite the Ten-Crown King, the Immortal, and the Six-Crown King to fight! I refuse to believe that the Overlord can take on so many opponents by himself!"

Upon hearing this, many people were speechless. Where could they find such a person? Where could they invite him? Such a person was elusive, appearing only when the time was right. No one could persuade him to come unless they were a tyrant.

However, it's unlikely that the Overlord will come, because he's right here, blocking the path for the prodigies to compete for supremacy. No matter who comes, it won't work. Even if the Ten-Crown King and others come, they'll have to fight first!

"This won't do. If we drag this out any longer, things might get unpredictable. What if the sect leader and the gods from beyond the Immortal Ancient Realm storm in?"

"The spirit body is not the real body, and its power is limited. As long as we exhaust it completely, we will have hope of breaking through and stepping onto the arena!"

"That's right. As long as one group can stop the Overlord, the rest of us can take the opportunity to ascend to the Immortal Ancient Arena. Once we get there, the Overlord won't be able to do anything to us! He's just a native; he can't go up there!"

The kings discussed the matter, offering their opinions one after another, and finally came up with a solution that was not a solution. They looked at their followers and the cultivators weaker than themselves, their eyes flashing with a dangerous light.

And so, one being after another began to take the stage, bracing themselves to challenge the overlord. They were all true gods, and there were even real freaks and kings who had cultivated heavenly skills and mastered unique techniques.

Unfortunately, the gap is still a gap. The three strands of immortal energy are separated from the other geniuses by an insurmountable chasm. When they look up, all they can see are the traces left by the soles of the spiritual bodies.

One punch, and the golden giant was shattered into four pieces.

With a single finger, the earth demon freak was beheaded.

With a single glance, the Youyun freak died instantly.

With a roar, the Divine Wing King was shattered into pieces.

With a stomp of his foot, the Azure Feather King coughed up blood and disintegrated.

One move, from beginning to end, is just one move, and only one move is needed.

Slaughter! Slaughter! Slaughter again! No matter what kind of mutants, freaks, or kings, they all die, their corpses lying on the arena.

Eight hundred consecutive kills!

Everyone was on the verge of collapse. How could it be that eight hundred geniuses had gone up in a row, and all of them had died in one move? And they hadn't seen any damage to the Overlord Spirit Body?

People even felt that the guy was getting stronger as the battle went on!

"Even a single strand of immortal energy can connect with the vast universe, its power endless and inexhaustible, let alone three strands?" One of the indigenous people shook his head, understanding the problem.

What they didn't understand was that the Overlord cultivated the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, which combined the inheritance of the Chaotic Demon Ape with the battle spirit essence of the Overlord Blood. He was inherently stronger and more ferocious the more he fought, so there was no possibility of him weakening or declining.

It could even be said that after eight hundred consecutive battles, the fighting spirit of the Overlord Blood Spirit Body reached a higher level, becoming stronger and stronger than before!

Yang Jian stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at everything with an expressionless face, like a god high above, watching this battle drama unfold.

In the end, under the immense pressure from the Overlord, the arriving geniuses of the Immortal Ancient Era chose to join forces!

The leaders, making a desperate gamble, solemnly declared, "Gentlemen, we have invited a master. Please entrust him with all your strongest treasures; he is very confident in his abilities!"

As they spoke, they joined forces and gave everything to a young powerhouse, including even a quasi-heavenly artifact!

The next moment, with a deafening boom, divine flames erupted, and a man with a wheel on his head landed on the arena. He gritted his teeth, staring at Yang Jian, "Overlord, you didn't expect this, did you! I fought my way out of reincarnation and crawled back from hell to find you!"

This was an acquaintance, the one I had met in the Phoenix Nest who was the provider of the Samsara Disc.

However, Yang Jian didn't even glance at him in the face of his provocation, continuing to gaze into the distance. How could the ravages of an ant reach the ears of a true dragon high above the heavens? What a joke!

Only the Bloodthirsty Spirit spoke coldly, "Then I will send you back into reincarnation, cast you into hell!"

"I will avenge you!" The man with divine flames stopped talking and summoned more than a dozen secret treasures with a wave of his hand. They all burned and burst into terrifying power, engulfing the arena. They were gifts from all the geniuses who joined forces, carrying their hopes that they would definitely defeat the Overlord's spirit body!

"Reversing Yin and Yang!" The Blood Demon Body snorted coldly and directly used the Heavenly Gang Technique to cause these treasures to become chaotic, attacking and exploding against each other. Then, he raised his hand and swept it, and the Time Law of Returning Wind and Fire erupted, which swept the killing light back and caused it to explode around the Divine Flame Man.

Boom! A violent cloud of smoke spread, and the man with divine flames barely escaped under the protection of the roulette wheel, but ended up in a disheveled and filthy state. This scene made the hearts of the geniuses below the stage sink.

How can we fight like this?

"Reincarnation Disc, revive! Help me to slay this powerful enemy!" The man with divine flames had no choice but to unleash his trump card, holding the broken disc in his hands. At first, the disc's power was not apparent, but as blood dripped from his wrist onto it, the ancient disc began to revive, spreading out chaotic energy and releasing supreme power.

The Blood Demon Body shook its head. "It's just an external thing; it's a minor matter."

At that moment, the man with divine flames activated this corner of the Samsara Disc to suppress them, immediately causing the cultivators below the stage to gasp in shock. "Just like Duan Hong, who dominated the Immortal Ancient Realm with his Venerable status, he possesses a Chaos Treasure!"

The Blood Demon remained silent, and a phantom Heavenly Eye appeared between his brows. However, the Samsara connection within it was the same, resonating directly with the Samsara Disc, and even more so than with the Divine Flame Man!

Then, something strange happened. The previously invincible Wheel of Reincarnation fell silent this time and did not exert its power, seemingly unwilling to attack Yang Jian!

The man with divine flames changed color. If his first attack failed, what else could he do?

"What's going on? That roulette wheel seems to recognize the Overlord and is unwilling to make a move?"

"Huh? What's going on? Isn't that the weapon of the Divine Flame Man? Why is the Overlord being favored?"

Upon seeing this scene, the cultivators below the stage also became strange, and their gazes toward the man with divine flames became somewhat subtle.

The man with the divine flames was so angry that he trembled. His face and head turned green, and he couldn't say a word. He had gone on stage full of confidence, but this is how it turned out.

Wouldn't that become the biggest joke?

"I told you, this is a minor path! The Wheel of Reincarnation, what are you still standing there for!" The next moment, Yang Jian suddenly spoke, staring at the broken wheel, already determined to get it.

What? The man with divine flames was shocked, and then he saw that the divine disc that had been with him for a long time actually flew out and flew into the Overlord's hand with great decisiveness!

It seems that the two had already been completely open with each other and were old acquaintances who shared their knowledge and experience.

"I forgot to tell you, it sensed my power and strength the very first time we met. That satisfaction, that need, is something you can't give it." Yang Jian's expression was playful. He gently rubbed the roulette wheel, his fingers stroking it with fiery heat, kneading the wheel right in front of the man with divine flames. Then he stared at him. "And you, incompetent, nameless, powerless, what do you amount to?"

"No! Six Paths Compass, how could you do this? You've abandoned me!" The man with divine flames cried out in grief and indignation. Ever since he obtained the compass, he had considered himself extraordinary, a chosen one, and he couldn't accept such a thing. He was immediately consumed by rage and shouted, "You despicable tyrant, you stole my divine treasure, you deserve to die!"

However, no matter how the man with divine flames called out, the roulette wheel ignored him; it was already inseparable from Yang Jian.

"You think you're the master? You're nothing more than a servant." The Blood Demon looked down at him, casually pointing a finger that instantly shattered his primordial spirit, killing him instantly.

Everyone was shocked. How could they have killed a freak so easily?

Currently, there are very few freaks and kings left. Each one is a rare genius who was once invincible, but now they are almost wiped out by overlords.

After that, the arena fell silent. Two hundred more people went up one after another, but they were all instantly killed by the Blood Demon Body. There were no other incidents.

Just when everyone was about to despair, a burst of laughter suddenly rang out. Flames raged across the sky, and a man charged in, his hair wildly flowing, exuding a demonic and savage aura. He declared, "I, Zi Yanfei, have emerged from seclusion! The Great Burning Heaven Technique is complete! How can I not kill a few ancient freaks! Overlord, I will fight you!"

"Great Burning Heaven Technique, Purple Flames Soar!" Upon seeing someone step onto the stage, the geniuses below were immediately filled with hope, cheering him on and hoping that he could defeat the evil demon king's...spiritual body.