"This ti, it might be possible to pacify the four corners and make up for past regrets."
Hmm?
Hmm??!
Ji Zichang was dumbfounded.
They had just been fighting fiercely, almost to the point of an explosion.
Now they’re calmly inviting?
Are all your warriors this direct?
However, he soon realized the changes if the Overlord were to reappear in this era.
Throughout history, over thousands of years, he was recognized as the number one in military formations!
When he led an army of four hundred thousand iron cavalry, his edge even surpassed that of Military God Jiang Su!
If the Overlord agrees to return to this world, the situation will beco extrely clear.
All that’s needed is silent recuperation and nurturing, strengthening the country and its people, and when the ti is ripe, the Overlord, Prince Qin, General Yue, and that unnad Divine General will each lead an army of one hundred thousand, enough to bring peace to the land. However, facing such an invitation, the Overlord rely lowered his eyes, spinning the weapon in his hand a circle, holding it slantingly, and said lightly:
"Return to the world and start a war again?"
The Overlord brushed past Li Guanyi, saying plainly:
"Not interested."
Li Guanyi was slightly stunned.
The Overlord walked away unhurriedly, standing in front of the White Tiger, his expression rarely softening, inserting the weapon beside him, extending his palm, gently stroking this most battle-tested auspicious beast, saying plainly: "My matters have ended. Reviving once more to do all this is just self-deception."
"That traitor, Yafu, Shaking Light, and the eight thousand comrades all stopped in that era."
"My story also stopped in that era."
The Overlord laughed lightly: "Making up for regrets through self-deception."
"It is very uninteresting indeed."
"How could it match up to our past?"
His expression was indifferent and disdainful, and undoubtedly, these words of disinterest were not just an attitude, but truly a sense of boredom.
Raising his palm, pressing it against the fallen body of the White Tiger, the Overlord pressed his palm down, and this giant, imposing White Tiger gradually dissipated, leaving only the remains of the past, while the true White Tiger True Spirit had long reincarnated and revived.
Five top mystical weapons churned and fell down, swept away by the Overlord’s sleeve.
Spear, axe, sword, bow, and horse spear turned into streams of light.
The five weapons flew directly towards Li Guanyi, who raised his hand to stop these weapons.
Within these five weapons resided an extrely powerful force, causing even Li Guanyi’s palm to throb with pain, while the Overlord’s expression was cold and disdainful:
"Additionally, your appearance really makes people disgusted!"
It seed that Li Guanyi’s ability to invite even the Overlord, just after dueling with him, reminded the Overlord of an old rascal with the sa nature and temperant, causing genuine disgust and disfavor. With this motion, the entire secret realm began a violent tremor and shaking, with cracks appearing in the ground and all walls, starting to crush, collapse, and the Overlord said lightly: "Go."
Li Guanyi gazed intently at the Overlord.
Nodded.
Turning around, he grabbed Ji Zichang over there with one hand, with a sweep of his sleeve.
A low, murderous Dragon Roar echoed.
The Red Dragon Dharma Form appeared, and instantly grew large, showcasing its form, spiraling and singing long within the secret realm, with a flick of its tail, enveloping all the weapons, armors, with Inner Qi, rushing outwards, not leaving a single weapon behind.
Although the gains from dueling with the Overlord were more significant than weapons and armor.
But it didn’t an that the other two could be abandoned!
Naturally, he needed them all!
A helt dropped.
The Red Dragon Dharma Form flicked its tail, sending a Mystic Turtle Dharma Form out.
The neck elongated, the mouth opened wide, eyes like green beans widened, seemingly burning with fla.
It seed to see Nangong Wung’s Dharma Form.
I must, wash away the sha!!!
The Mystic Turtle Dharma Form bit the helt.
Then the neck retracted, taking the helt and weapons out.
The entire secret realm was shaking violently, collapsing piece by piece along with stones, and the pillars supporting the secret realm were consud by cracks, then collapsed, destroyed, as the Overlord held the weapon, standing calmly within this secret realm, watching as the offspring of his brother, also betrayer, enemy, opponent, were taken away, watching the current generation of the White Tiger Sect wield the Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd.
The Overlord sat casually on a nearby bluestone, leaning back against a cracked pillar, with his expression cald down.
His story ended eight hundred years ago.
Only that girl’s final power was entrusted to him before her death.
The turbulent flow of ti, with my life, repay you the chance to traverse this passage of ti once more.
But.
In the end, it is him.
The Overlord extended his hand, holding a wisp of twinkling starlight at his heart, calmly and gently, letting his body and this starlight gradually disperse together.
With an arrogant, disdainful deanor, he serenely oversaw his demise.
Three hundred years are enough to twist the obsession of a Martial Arts Legend, causing the green-robed guest to forget the promise with an old friend.
But eight hundred years could not twist the will of the hero of the past.
Faced with the possibility, which the world so craves, to return once more.
He just said:
"It truly made have a good dream."
"Shaking Light."
Boom!!!
The secret realm, destroyed.
The aftermath continued, spreading to a wider area, finally encompassing the entire palace, paused, then suddenly exploded!
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