I Am Supreme

Chapter 413: Yutang’s Supreme Cloud!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Lan Wuxin was white as a sheet but he managed to avoid falling into a dead faint; he had been an official for many years, so he naturally possessed an ability to remain calm and collected. Despite being unable to fight off Jun Moyan’s murderous aura, he could still hold his ground and retorted harshly, "Perhaps one day, Senior Jun will also affront someone you can’t afford to, for some matter or other, and be punished for it. There’s always someone better in this world, don’t you think?"

Jun Moyan chortled in amusement as he faced the sky and replied, "That is right, this is how it should be anyway! It is too bad that I still haven’t met someone who can punish me until now. When I do so in the future, I will definitely inform Chancellor Lan that I, Jun Moyan, have met the one that Great Chancellor Lan has hoped that I meet, so as to make you happy!"

Lan Wuxin turned increasingly pale.

The implied meaning of Jun Moyan’s words was as sharp as his sword - if there comes a day that I have to die, I shall pull you, Lan Wuxin, along to join me in the underworld!

Lan Wuxin suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of regret for previously coercing Jun Moyan by using justice for the nation as a carrot.

If he had known that Jun Moyan was such an unrestrained, yet highly capable man, oblivious to threats of death, why would he even threaten him?

He was just digging himself a pit.

Jun Moyan guffawed and recited in a calm voice, "Roam the human realm alone, with a sword in my hand - do not speak; even though one ends a worldly affair today, here’s to ease again in the martial world!"

Before his words could echo afar, he sprung up swiftly. When he reached a point in the air, he hovered there and said softly, "Brother, I’m leaving!"

Everyone heard him, but they had no idea who he was speaking to. They could all see the solemn grief on Jun Moyan’s face.

Jun Moyan hovered in the air for quite a long while; he looked as if he was reminiscing the past and digging through his memories.

Suddenly, a sword’s cry that was akin to a lightning blast boomed thunderously in the sky. A beam of sword light soared into the high heavens. With a flash, Jun Moyan’s snow-white silhouette vanished without a trace.

It was only then that Lan Wuxin broke out in cold sweat as all color drained from his face. He heaved a long sigh of relief.

The threat was finally gone! Good riddance!

As long as they did not coerce him with any other reason or threaten him to do things that he did not wish to do, both sides would remain disconnected and estranged - there would be no further encounters again!

The chancellor sincerely hoped that Jun Moyan would not come to Zilong City ever again in this lifetime.

Lan Wuxin noticed that the door to the small yard had opened again.

Elder Yun, whom he had been anticipating, was walking over but he wore an unreadable expression.

"Elder Yun!" Lan Wuxin felt panic rise in his heart, and the instinctual awareness of danger that all men possessed made him take a few steps back instead of going forward. He called out from afar, "What ails you?"

Yun Yang sighed slowly and said, "The assassin is in a terrible state. This old man’s recovery of the soul is effective, but the body is still incredibly battered. Only a single breath of life is stabilized, for now, preventing him from dying right off the bat. I need to bring him back to heal him properly, or else…"

"Bring him back? Heal him properly?"

Lan Wuxin’s eyes grew impossibly large. "How can we let you bring him back? This is a national criminal! What we’re asking for is not to save his life but to recover the secrets in his heart!"

Countless officials of the Empire of Ziyou had eyes that were bulging from the shock as well.

What was going on? Something wasn't right here.

"Chancellor, be careful!"

Lan Wuxin’s two personal guards were top-notch experts. With instincts born of years of service, they could suddenly feel the surge of murderous intent within Yun Yang that was focused on Lan Wuxin.

Both of them moved in front of Lan Wuxin, unsheathing their swords and sabers simultaneously to defend him against this unexpected assassination attempt.

The experts all around reacted quickly as well and shifted into various positions, surrounding Lan Wuxin like secure steel walls.

Yun Yang had irrationally intended to attack and wipe Lan Wuxin out; if he succeeded, the entire nation of Ziyou would fall into chaos. However, the alertness of his guards and the shift in the situation, in addition to Yun Yang’s inability to manifest his various powers and cast most of his most proficient techniques forced him to give up on such a tempting chance. He replied faintly, "Even if he's a national criminal, consequent action can only be taken if he is alive. If he doesn't recover, how can we even interrogate him?"

Everyone who heard this reasonable explanation could still clearly feel the unusual iciness of Elder Yun’s words. It was a fair observation, but why did all of them feel that it was terribly insincere?

Besides, he was carrying the assassin on his back. He was obviously taking him away even if the others disagreed!

Lan Wuxin watched Yun Yang with a confused gaze. Observing his resolute and icy face as well as the pair of orbs brimming with murderous intent and fury, he felt his heart sinking deeper and deeper; he said in despair, "You… you… you- you’re not Feng Xiange, you’re… you’re a spy…"

Lan Wuxin finally understood the truth, but the realization made him feel as if he had swallowed a brick.

Speaking the words, he almost wanted to spit blood to soothe the frustration within. Once he recalled how he had addressed the man as Elder Yun and assumed a stance akin to a grandson before this spy, he felt absolutely indignant. In the end, the imposter was actually…

He was the Empire of Ziyou’s chancellor no matter what happened; he was below one but above all. What dignity did he still have to face others after being deceived like this?

What could he say when the emperor asked him about it?

He had passed the imperial jade seal and the national treasure right into the enemy's hands and had even led him into the prison for him to carry the assassin out on his back. In spite of it all, he actually greeted him with a smile like an idiot…

It was utterly embarrassing!

It was a shame that he would not be rid of forever.

Even if he tore this person into pieces, such a humiliating experience would be a part of history and would earn him eternal infamy!

Puu!

Lan Wuxin spat a mouthful of blood as he cried out in a frenzy, "Who are you? Who are you? Who are you, honestly?"

Yun Yang looked at him with an odd expression. "I thought you’ve always known who I am. Haven’t you been calling me Elder Yun1 all this while? Do you not know who this man is?"

"Supreme Cloud1! You must be Supreme Cloud!"

Lan Wuxin’s heart fluttered uncontrollably as realization flashed through his mind. He suddenly cried out hysterically, "Kill him, kill him! Quickly, kill him! He’s…"

Before he finished his words, he spat out another mouthful of blood and collapsed!

Even without Lan Wuxin’s order, countless Ziyou’s experts had emerged from every corner while Deicide Bow archers appeared at higher points; there were plenty of Four Seasons Tower’s experts who were hiding on the side. They did not dare to move when Jun Moyan had killed their brothers, but now, they were brimming with murderous intent!

"For the kill!"

An earth-shattering bellow resounded.

Honestly, Yun Yang had not planned to be so flagrant and expose himself in such a manner.

He had numerous tricks and tactics that could prevent him from being exposed and allow him to go on impersonating Elder Yun, who was also the God of Wine, Feng Xiange. There was an array of reasons that could have deflected the current pickle he was in.

He had not chosen any of them!

Among the hundreds of thousands of ways, he had picked the hardest and the most dangerous one!

He could have kept Old Dugu’s remains in his storage ring, but he did not.

Yun Yang believed he would break down if he did not release his anger.

"Today, I opt to be capricious! I have to be capricious! I need to have a massacre, at least once!"

Yun Yang told himself, "Even if I die, I have no regrets."

He was filled to the brim with a rage that could no longer be tamed.

Countless experts from the Empire of Ziyou charged over, closing in on the distance.

The murderous intent in Yun Yang’s eyes thickened. Finally, he roared and bolted forward. Above him, arrows rained down; in front of him, thousands of blades gleamed cruelly. Yun Yang ran right into the waiting arms of a thousand men carrying weapons.

"I shall charge right out of the western gate, carrying you on my back!"

"I will run out of Zilong City, step by step, with you! You will go out the same way you came in!"

Yun Yang howled, "Old Dugu, open your eyes and watch!"

A blink of saber light the sound of a swoosh later, seventeen experts had been cut into half; blood splashed all over the ground. Yun Yang rushed into the dense crowd like a bolt of lightning.

With a wave of his hand, a big saber flew from the hand of a startled man of Ziyou into Yun Yang's firm grip.

The shiny brilliance of the saber light was akin to the high heavens dropping snow unto the world!

Lan Wuxin had stood aside a long while ago. He was now watching the battle that was breaking out in bewilderment; his eyes scanned the battlefield which saw a single man charge right into thousands of his enemies.

A sense of despair rose in his heart.

He could not imagine the insanity that drove a single man to run into the arms of his foes, all of which were hell-bent on killing him.

Within the blink of an eye, Yun Yang had waded into the throng of foes, leaving a trail of corpses that was a thousand feet long. There was simply no one left alive.

The long-handled glaive in his hand was twenty-four feet long and had been in his possession since the beginning. He could unleash his skill more perfectly using the Divine Edge, but Yun Yang felt that such a small saber was insufficient to sate his bloodlust.

Instead, he had snatched up a huge glaive from a fallen soldier and began to lay waste to the enemies around him.

A sword and the glaive collided with a loud clang - the man wielding the sword flew out spitting blood while over thirty unfortunate people were chopped into kindling as Yun Yang turned and spun from the momentum.

A loud boom echoed - the handle of the glaive thumped into the ground. There was a loud cry and the sound wave pushed its way outwards violently as dozens of men were flung away.

Yun Yang sprung up and crossed over a hundred feet of space. He landed amidst the royal army who had run over as soon as the heard the news, like flying men. With a wave of his glaive, blood sprayed into the sky in a uniform pattern.

The Empire of Ziyou’s crown prince watched Yun Yang from afar. The man was conducting a massacre amidst the royal army with flagrant movements despite wearing a pale face; his soul seemed to have left him. Was… was that not Elder Yun?

Why were their own people fighting each other?

An anxious bellow arose from Lan Wuxin’s throat, "Stop him! Kill him! This is Yutang’s Supreme Cloud!"

Notes:

1 Elder Yun/ Supreme Cloud (云老/ 云尊yún lǎo/ yún zūn): As mentioned in an earlier chapter, Yun (云yún) is taken as both family name and its literal meaning of cloud. Here, it is understandable as Yun Yang mocking Lan Wuxin for calling him Elder Supreme Cloud.

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