Immortal Supreme: Sovereign of the Grand Dao

Chapter 192  Velion Karl: A Soul Clone From the Past

Amid the chaotic battle in the forbidden grounds, a remarkable figure, Velion Karl, stood out among the crowd of formidable martial Emperor Realm powerhouses.

He was a young man who looked to be in his mid-twenties but his aura stuck out because of his cultivation realm.

Peak-Stage Martial King Realm.

He was the only Martial King Realm Cultivator participating in the battle.

Despite his relatively lower cultivation at the Peak Martial King Realm, Velion exuded an air of confidence and power that was hard to ignore.

Spectators from various factions commented fervently on Velion's origins.

He was known as the disciple of the Netherworld King, a title that bore immense weight and prestige.

His extraordinary talent had made him the center of attention, and now, he is fighting for the fabled treasure: the Nine-Dan Yin-Star Lotus.

The lotus was a renowned relic from the Nether Secret Realm, said to possess incredible properties capable of enhancing a cultivator's foundation and potentially catapulting them into the Martial Emperor Realm.

The allure of such a treasure was undeniable, sparking fierce competition among the Martial Emperor Realm powerhouses.

Those who were here were from three factions namely the Netherworld Palace, the Abyssal Sage Sect, and the Nine-Yin Sacred Land.

Amongst these three, the Netherworld Palace was the strongest. This could be seen as how both the Abyssal Sage Sect and the Nine-Yin Sacred Land had to team up against them but could at most bring the battle to a stalemate.

As the battle raged on, Velion who was besieged by two opponents had a cold expression on his face as he fought.

"You sure have guts don't you? You would offend me in my territory for this treasure?"

"Hahaha! Prince Velion, don't overestimate yourself."

"That's right, you are not the Netherworld King. So why do I have to give you face? This treasure is very important to our sacred land saintess so you have to bear with me."

Velion frowned, "Mei Qing? I see, but unfortunately you won't win."

"Young Master take this!"

One of them suddenly unleashed a powerful attack at him while the other distracted him.

Bang!

An explosion rang out and many were startled. All except for the members of the Netherworld Palace.

"Master Kong, aren't you worried about your Young Master? You are still attacking me without a care in the world!"

"The young master will be fine, this is nothing."

"Oh, real-?!" Suddenly his pupils constricted as he saw a figure appear behind the one who just attacked Velion and pierced through his heart.

*Puchi!*

"Argh!"

Velion had unleashed his martial spirit, and an awe-inspiring transformation occurred.

His martial spirit took the form of a dark-winged, armored warrior with twin horns. Its menacing presence struck fear into the hearts of his opponents.

Velion engaged his other opponent, a formidable Martial Emperor Realm cultivator from the Nine-Yin Sacred Land.

His dark-winged martial spirit moved with unparalleled speed and precision, launching a lethal strike aimed at the heart of his adversary.

The attack was delivered with a single-minded determination, and it hit its mark with devastating accuracy.

The atmosphere grew still as the opponent fell, the fatal strike piercing through her heart.

She crumpled to the ground, defeated in a single, overwhelming blow. The onlookers watched in stunned silence, their expressions filled with shock and awe at the audacity of Velion's actions.

Whispers of Velion's strength and potential spread like wildfire among the spectators.

They marveled at how this young martial prodigy from the Peak Martial King Realm had vanquished two Martial Emperor Realm opponents in an instant. It was a feat that defied convention and was nothing short of astonishing.

Velion stood amidst the aftermath of the battle, his chest heaving from the exertion of his formidable martial spirit.

His eyes, filled with determination and ambition, surveyed the field, unyielding in his pursuit of the Nine-Dan Yin-Star Lotus.

The treasure was within reach, and he was determined to seize it, no matter the odds.

As the crowd absorbed the astonishing turn of events, the forbidden grounds trembled with anticipation.

The battle for the Nine-Dan Yin-Star Lotus had only just begun, and the clash of martial prowess and ambition continued to echo throughout the battlefield.

Velion's bold actions had left an indelible mark on the unfolding chaos, and the path to the coveted treasure remained fraught with danger and intrigue.

As the Martial Emperor cultivator fell, a collective gasp of shock rippled through his faction. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Their expressions ranged from disbelief to horror as they grappled with the abrupt and unexpected defeat.

The fierce battle had taken a sudden and unforeseen turn, and the tides of fate seemed to have shifted in an instant.

For Velion's allies on the battlefield, this was the moment they had been waiting for.

Seizing the opportunity, they pressed the attack and swiftly engaged their bewildered adversaries.

With renewed vigor, they fought to secure victory, their swords and techniques tearing through the opposition.

In the midst of the chaos, Velion stepped forward, claiming the coveted treasure: the Nine-Dan Yin-Star Lotus. With a sense of triumph and purpose, he stowed the precious relic within his spatial ring, ensuring its safety for the journey ahead.

With the treasure secured, Velion's commanding presence rallied his allies.

He delivered the order to retreat, asserting that the time had come to make preparations for the impending invasion.

The fire of determination burned in his eyes as he spoke of conquering the other side.

"The time for the invasion is very close. With this treasure in hand I would be able to forge a Nine-Star Emperor Foundation before breaking through."

"Those geniuses of the Martial Emperor Realm won't even know what him them."

His words resounded with unwavering resolve, igniting a fervor among his followers.

As they began their withdrawal from the forbidden grounds, the remnants of their opponents could only watch in stunned resignation.

In short, they had lost...

The spectators who had gathered to witness the fierce confrontation exchanged murmurs of disbelief and admiration.

Velion Karl had showcased his prowess and ambition, emerging victorious against formidable odds. His actions had left a profound impact on all those who had borne witness to the battle for the Nine-Dan Yin-Star Lotus.

As the atmosphere of the battlefield began to settle, a palpable tension lingered in the air.

Velion's path, with the coveted treasure in his possession, led his faction towards the Netherworld King's Territory.

The moment for preparations had arrived, and a foreboding anticipation filled the hearts of those who had witnessed Velion's rise to prominence.

'The Young Prince is indeed a dragon amongst mortals, hehehe.'

Those with him felt proud to be his followers.

Yes, followers.

A group of Martial Emperor Realm Powerhouses were happy at being the followers of this young man.

With the treasure secured and the future ahead, Velion Karl and his followers began their journey back to the Netherworld Palace, their minds ablaze with thoughts of conquest and the impending invasion that would shape the destiny of the Netherworld King's Territory.

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As Arthur stood in the palace-like hall of the Battle Tower, the mysterious armored figure gazed at him with evident surprise.

The figure's armored visage hid any expression, but his voice held a tinge of disbelief as he uttered, "Who are you?"

At this time the figures face was revealed.

Initially Arthur had thought that this was the artifact spirit of the battle tower but that changed when he saw the face of that appeared.

With his senses sharpened, Arthur regarded the figure before him.

As the figure's face came into focus, Arthur almost couldn't suppress a widening of his eyes. He recognized this man, or rather, his soul did.

'One of my soul clones?! How come?!' he said in his heart.

Despite the jolt of familiarity that coursed through Arthur, he decided not to reveal his identity.

Instead, he assumed an expression of mild confusion and introduced himself as Arthur Hartfield, a student at the Royal Academy.

"I just cleared the tower, Senior. May I be honoured to know your esteemed identity," Arthur said in a slightly humble manner.

Intriguingly, Arthur employed the power of the soul gem to veil his soul aura.

He knew that the man's recognition of his aura was due to his soul power leaking out as he used it to scan the place.

With his aura concealed, Arthur led the figure to believe that this sense of affinity they shared was nothing more than fate, a mysterious connection beyond explanation.

The armored figure, though still perplexed by the inexplicable familiarity he felt, seemed to accept Arthur's explanation.

The sense of affinity left a positive impression on him, and in the absence of any clear understanding, he allowed a measure of trust to develop between them.

"I see, Arthur you said? Good name."

"Thank you Senior."

"Hmm, it has been countless years and you are the first to arrive here. Wait a minute let me check..." The man's eyes glowed for a moment before being filled with understanding.

He let out sigh and said, "I see...It appears I failed in the end..."

His words made Arthur frown slightly for a moment as he wondered.

'Did he discover, something?'

The man's gaze turned to Arthur and within it Arthur saw a glint of intense desire.

'What is it?'

"Um, Senior?"

"Cough, cough...sorry about that. I was just thinking if you would want to make a deal with me?" He suddenly let out a smile that looked like those merchants who cheated people on the road.

"What?"