My Crazy Upgrade System

The Netherworld Emperor stared at Yi Tianyun, gritting his teeth. He wanted nothing more than to tear him limb from limb. Most of the Netherworld Empire’s Grand Generals were dead, and now Yi Tianyun had even invaded the Netherworld Imperial City. This left the Netherworld Emperor unable to contain his fury. Only by completely eradicating Yi Tianyun and the Celestial Cloud Mansion could he hope to quell the rage in his heart.

Cooperation was out of the question. Even if Yi Tianyun knelt and begged for a truce, he would never spare him.

"So this is my reward? Well, thank you so much. But I don’t think I’ll accept it. How about I pass it on to you instead?" Yi Tianyun said, approaching the Netherworld Emperor step by step with a smile still on his face.

"It seems that even with death at your doorstep, you have no idea what kind of power you’re facing!" the Netherworld Emperor sneered, his palm beginning to glow with an eerie blue light. "Then you can die in your ignorance!"

He raised his hand and thrust his palm forward. In an instant, all the surrounding Netherworld Fire condensed, forming a colossal palm in the cramped space. It covered every corner, leaving nowhere to run.

It was already too late to turn and run. The Netherworld Divine Palm was descending. This could no longer be called a Divine Palm; it was a colossal palm of fire falling from the sky, pressing down like a giant fireball. Everything in its path was set ablaze, and it even seemed as if the Void itself would be ignited by the Netherworld Fire.

Yi Tianyun looked up, his gaze hardening. ’The Combat Power of this palm strike has reached a staggering 180 million.’ The Emperor clearly intended to kill him in a single blow, which was why he was using his full strength. He had harnessed all the Netherworld Fire, condensing it into this one palm to unleash its ultimate power.

The Netherworld Emperor did not underestimate Yi Tianyun just because he had broken through to the Spirit King Stage. He still intended to use his most overwhelming power to crush Yi Tianyun to death! There was nothing shameful about it; this was more about venting the rage and frustration in his heart.

After being completely dominated by Yi Tianyun this entire time, how could he not be filled with rage?

"Equip the Celestial Dragon Set!"

"Ding! Celestial Dragon Armor successfully equipped!"

"Ding! Celestial Dragon Boots successfully equipped!"

"Ding! Celestial Dragon Set equipped! Set Attributes activated: Defense Power x15, Power x15, Speed x5!"

Once he equipped the full Celestial Dragon Set, his power skyrocketed. On top of his existing stats, it added attributes like a fifteen-fold increase to Defense Power. The overall effect was far superior to the Evil Dragon Set.

After all, the Evil Dragon Set was merely Level 30 equipment. In terms of Overall Strength, it simply couldn’t compare to a set of High-Grade Sacred Artifacts.

His Combat Power surged instantly. As he gripped the Celestial Dragon Divine Sword, his entire body began to radiate a brilliant golden light, making him impossible to miss. A faint image of a Celestial Dragon materialized behind him—the very essence of Celestial Dragon Power. His armor, too, was engraved with several Celestial Dragons, giving him an incredibly domineering aura.

"Celestial Dragon Slash!"

The image of two Celestial Dragons flashed in Yi Tianyun’s eyes. He swiftly drew his sword and swung it skyward. An incandescent beam of light tore through the air, its perfect arc like a sliver of the bright moon. It was a beautiful, yet lethal, sight.

VMMMM!

The incandescent Sword Aura cleaved the descending palm in two, shattering it into a shower of sparks that vanished in an instant. The razor-sharp Sword Aura continued unabated toward the Netherworld Emperor. It carved a deep trench into the hard ground from merely grazing its surface—an attack with two hundred million Combat Power!

The Netherworld Emperor was tyrannical, but Yi Tianyun was on another level entirely—his power was heaven-defying! With so many stacked effects, who would dare stand in his way?

"How can this be!?"

The Netherworld Emperor was horrified. Before he could even cry out, the Sword Aura was upon him. It was already too late by the time he scrambled to defend himself. The tyrannical Sword Aura was slashing down. All he could do was cross his arms in front of him to block while simultaneously conjuring a wall of Netherworld Fire to intercept the attack.

SWOOSH!

The wall of Netherworld Fire was cleaved in two, and the attack slammed into his body. BANG! The Netherworld Emperor was sent flying, smashing into the wall. He stuck to the surface for a moment before sliding down, coughing violently and spitting up blood.

"This... this..."

The Netherworld Emperor’s eyes were filled with terror. That had been his strongest attack, empowered by the Nether Array, and he had still lost to Yi Tianyun. ’Doesn’t this mean Yi Tianyun’s strength is already at the Spirit King Stage?’

"You... You’re at the Spirit King Stage?" the Netherworld Emperor asked, refusing to believe it. How could this young man possibly crush him unless he was at the Spirit King level?

"What if I am, and what if I’m not? Does it matter to a man who is about to die?" Yi Tianyun said as he walked closer, his eyes glinting coldly. "You will pay the price for your actions. You slaughtered the innocent for your own selfish desires. Today, I will enact heaven’s justice and offer your life to the heavens!"

"Haha! Slaughtering the innocent!" the Netherworld Emperor mocked. "You say that as if you’ve never killed anyone. Your hands are just as stained with blood as mine! This is simply a case of history being written by the victors!"

"I don’t deny that my hands are stained with blood," Yi Tianyun retorted, "but I am very clear on who deserves to die and who does not. At least I don’t slaughter the innocent!" With a flash, his figure shot forward. He thrust the Celestial Dragon Divine Sword, becoming one with his blade in an instant as the phantom of a Celestial Dragon emerged from his body.

’It’s time to end this. To end this great war.’

"They are nothing but weaklings!" the Netherworld Emperor roared. "The weak deserve to be trampled under my feet! They should all be my stepping stones!"

The Netherworld Emperor roared as a High-Grade Sacred Artifact, a Longsword, appeared in his hand. He swung it forward, the blade instantly shrouded in Netherworld Fire. His aura was impressive, but compared to Yi Tianyun’s ultimate power, the gap between them was simply too vast. They were not in the same league.

VMMMM!

A flash of sword light flickered past. As the roar of a Celestial Dragon echoed through him, the Netherworld Emperor, still in his forward-thrusting posture, froze solid. His eyes widened in utter disbelief. He had clearly broken through to the Spirit King Stage. How could he possibly lose to a teenager?

The Celestial Dragon Divine Sword was now buried in his chest. Its rampaging power didn’t just shred his heart; it pulverized all of his internal organs. A Combat Power of two hundred million was no joke.

The increase in his cultivation, the explosive boost from Madness Mode, and the stacked effects of the High-Grade Sacred Artifact set had all combined to bring his power to a terrifying new peak.

He had reached a level of power he had never imagined possible. It was a complete qualitative leap. So what if his opponent was at the Spirit King Stage? He could still be killed in a single blow!