My Crazy Upgrade System

No one on their side even had to lift a finger before the enemy was sent fleeing in disarray. The National Preceptor, especially, turned and ran, not daring to stop for even a moment, moving as fast as he possibly could. When the National Guardian Grand General saw the National Preceptor running, how could he possibly stay behind?

Even though his heart was filled with reluctance, he still chose to retreat.

From a distance, Yi Tianyun lowered the Ice Divine Bow, his brow furrowed. He had barely even attacked, yet they had scattered in an instant. They were already a good distance away, and now that they were fleeing with all their might, catching up to them would certainly require some effort.

However, they could run, but their base couldn’t, so he didn’t give chase. ’If this is a trick to lure me away and this place falls in my absence, that would be disastrous.’

"They sure run fast. It would have been better to wait until they were closer before attacking," Yi Tianyun said, shaking his head. The crowd behind him, however, was dumbfounded.

The entire Flying Eagle Army, wiped out in the blink of an eye. Such destructive power was simply astonishing. He had even killed a National Guardian Grand General with a single arrow. This level of might left everyone stunned. ’He can take on everyone by himself. Does he really need our help?’

"Th-this power... it’s too much, isn’t it? A Prince, Prince Yi... Th-this... Don’t tell me the Mansion Master is that Prince from the Celestial Dragon Empire who sent the National Preceptor fleeing in disgrace?"

"That’s right, I just remembered something! There was that incident that caused such a stir before—the Netherworld Empire’s army being routed by a Prince from the Celestial Dragon Empire... Our Mansion Master is a Prince from the Celestial Dragon Empire, so how many Princes does the Celestial Dragon Empire even have?"

"Is it really true? Our Mansion Master is that incredibly powerful Prince?"

Whether they were from the Celestial Extreme Mansion, the Merak Sect, or the Spirit Gate, they all suddenly recalled this incident. Yi Tianyun hadn’t specifically mentioned it himself; there really was no need, and it wasn’t an issue that he’d kept it quiet.

Now, it suddenly came rushing back to them. Someone who could send the National Preceptor fleeing for his life and who was also a Prince of the Celestial Dragon Empire... Could it be...?

"As of right now, the Celestial Dragon Empire has only one Prince." Ren Long, recovering from his shock, said with a faint smile, "And that is Prince Yi, who is also your Mansion Master."

Ren Long’s confirmation left them all staring at one another, their eyes filled with utter shock. The ability to shake the Netherworld Empire with his strength alone—this wasn’t a dream, it was reality! And this Prince Yi was their Mansion Master, the very man who led them!

In that instant, Yi Tianyun’s prestige exploded throughout the entire Celestial Cloud Mansion. Their adoration for him intensified after learning the truth. This wasn’t the first time their Mansion Master had repelled the arrogant Netherworld Empire—it was the second!

This news was absolutely staggering. Those who hadn’t been very familiar with Yi Tianyun before now understood completely. They knew their Mansion Master was so formidable that he could even frighten away the Netherworld Empire’s National Preceptor, which showed just how terrifying he truly was.

"This world truly belongs to the young now! Our Spirit King will surely lead us to glory and destroy the Netherworld Empire!" the Spirit Race Ancestor exclaimed, his old face flushing slightly with excitement.

"Yes, the Spirit King will surely lead us to glory!"

The members of the Spirit Race shouted in unison. More than ever, they believed that Yi Tianyun could lead them to glory. What was once just a chanted slogan now seemed like it could become a reality. The first step toward that glory would begin with eradicating the Netherworld Empire!

For a time, everyone was cheering, and his prestige could be said to have reached its peak.

Standing beside Yi Tianyun, Shi Xueyun revealed a faint smile. Her beautiful eyes were filled with admiration, and even more so, gratification. The useless boy who once lacked any Blood Qi had now become a supreme expert, capable of confronting the Netherworld Empire head-on!

"Thank you all for your trust, but we cannot be blindly confident, and we certainly cannot be careless," Yi Tianyun said in a low voice. "The National Preceptor probably recognized me, which is why he didn’t dare to engage directly. He’s most likely hiding in the Netherworld Imperial City, waiting for our arrival. The Netherworld Imperial City is their home ground, so it’s guaranteed to have numerous grand arrays. This means the real fight is just beginning. We must not lower our guard until the very end!"

Yi Tianyun wasn’t particularly optimistic, and certainly not arrogant. He knew he had become much stronger, but he also knew that he couldn’t afford to be careless. He could not relax until the very last moment. If he fell for a dirty trick, it would mean total defeat.

Everyone nodded and quickly calmed down, though they couldn’t suppress the excitement in their hearts. No wonder Yi Tianyun was so bold; with power like that, who wouldn’t be? If he didn’t deal a heavy blow to the Netherworld Empire, they would continue to think themselves invincible, attacking others with impunity.

As morale surged on their side, news of the event once again spread throughout the entire Netherworld Empire, leaving everyone in shock. Many people had seen the tens of thousands of Spirit Swords floating in the sky, effortlessly wiping out the Flying Eagle Army and even sending the National Preceptor fleeing in terror.

In a short time, the Netherworld Empire’s prestige plummeted to an all-time low. Many Cultivators began to consider fleeing, preparing to evacuate the Netherworld Empire, not daring to remain. Once the Netherworld Empire fell, it would be their doom!

After all, the Celestial Dragon Empire would not spare the Netherworld Empire. It would surely lead its army to attack again, seize the Netherworld Continent, and then undoubtedly conduct a great purge.

The moment the National Preceptor rushed back to the Netherworld Imperial City, he knelt in the great hall, not daring to look up at the Netherworld Emperor. "Great Emperor... I am too ashamed to face you. I was full of confidence before, but I unexpectedly ran into that same opponent from last time. He can control tens of thousands of Spirit Swords and easily annihilated our Flying Eagle Army..."

Before he walked out the gates, he had confidently declared that there would be no problem, and that if he lost, he would be too ashamed to come back. Now, he could only return obediently—and after a disastrous defeat, no less!

"I am already aware of the situation. Controlling tens of thousands of Spirit Swords... what kind of Martial Arts is that? I have never seen such a bizarre Martial Art, one capable of controlling tens of thousands of Spirit Swords to attack at once." The Netherworld Emperor was furious himself, and he stared coldly at the National Preceptor. "It seems someone has finally broken tradition and is successfully advancing toward our Netherworld Imperial City!"

"I am ashamed..." The National Preceptor’s eyes were filled with fury, and even more so, indignation. "I originally wanted to fight them to the death, but I gave up that idea. The Netherworld Imperial City is where I can display my full strength. All who come here shall die! If even this cannot stop them, then I am willing to die with them and will not return!"

As a Divine Rune Grandmaster, the National Preceptor had laid out countless grand arrays in the Netherworld Imperial City. Only there could he bring his full power to bear.

"Good! I understand that, of course. If you cannot stop them, then do as you’ve said!" The Netherworld Emperor’s gaze was ice-cold. What he cared about most was his honor. The National Preceptor had disgraced him so many times; it was a wonder he wasn’t killed on the spot.