I Am Overlord

oyun's rich life force resisted the frost energy.
Xiang Shaoyun nimbly pushed the blade aside, changing its trajectory, and he slammed his knee into Leng Yuelou's abdomen.

Since Xiang Shaoyun wasn't using his devilish energy, he wasn't too much faster than Leng Xuelou.
His knee barely scraped by Leng Xuelou, who moved aside in time.
Of course, Xiang Shaoyun wouldn't let go of the chance to counterattack.
With a roar, he rained punches on Leng Xuelou.
Punch after punch slammed into Leng Xuelou's flesh.

Leng Yuelou protected his body with a layer of frost, but even the layer of frost shattered under Xiang Shaoyun's punches.
He was forced to retreat again and again.
However, he still proved worthy of being a pseudo-Saint, as he wasn't defeated with a single strike like all the previous Sovereigns.

After withdrawing some distance away, Leng Yuelou raised his scimitar with both hands and roared, “You're already a cripple.
Even if you have strong physical strength, without devilish energy and astral energy, you're nothing! Die!”

Moonrise!

With a swing of his scimitar, a round moon soared into the sky.
The moonlight formed a bright curtain that covered the sky and the world below it.
This was one of Feng Yuelou's saint-grade techniques.
There was no doubting its prowess, as it was strong enough to kill a Saint.

The surrounding people hurriedly moved away from the battlefield.
The entire street was cleared of people as the frost energy emitted by the moon was enough to turn all of them into ice statues.

Even when faced with such an attack, Xiang Shaoyun remained indifferent.
With his gift of instincts active, he was able to see through the technique.
He was aware that if he did not take this attack seriously, he would end up with a serious injury.

His entire body became filled with strength as his devil blood roared, and his muscles bulged as monstrous strength gathered on his arm.
It was as though his arm had turned into a dragon, making him look incomparably imposing.
As he threw a punch out, the force of his punch shot out like a dragon that had escaped its leash, crashing against the bright moon in the sky.

Boom!

The dragon demonstrated its overbearing prowess, shattering the moon into pieces! Xiang Shaoyun advanced valiantly, ignoring the boundless frost energy around him as he smashed a path forward and threw a punch at Leng Xuelou's chest.
Leng Yuelou retreated and madly swung his scimitar, refusing to believe that Xiang Shaoyun's body was indestructible.

“Break!” Xiang Shaoyun's momentum surged, turning him into a barbaric dragon that could not be stopped.
The frost energy was nothing before his fists, which could destroy everything in his path.
After smashing through 49 frost sabers, his fist finally reached Leng Yuelou's chest.
He only needed to bring the fist slightly forward to punch through Leng Yuelou's chest, ending his life.

Leng Yuelou had no way to resist or avoid the attack.
He could only shut his eyes and await the embrace of death.
When the fist was half an inch away from his chest, it stopped.
He only felt a force slam into his chest and no actual fist.

When Leng Yuelou opened his eyes, he was met with a handsome young man whose hair whipped about wildly.
The young man's eyes were as bright as a pair of stars, carrying complete tranquility with no trace of killing intent.
Leng Yuelou was filled with disbelief.
Was this really the devil who would kill without hesitation? That did not seem to be the case?

“You lost,” said Xiang Shaoyun indifferently as he pulled his fist back.
He then turned and started walking away.