Future Overlord showed a profound aura as he patted the dragon's head and turned around.
The old man ran away, because if he didn't defeat the dragon, he would escape with the Burning Heart Artifact. At least, Future Overlord had managed to capture the dragon. With a dragon like this, it would follow his command—even against peak artists.
Rank Five… and two peak artists with five hundred years of experience—who could kill him with mere sheer will?
Future Overlord showed a cruel, proud aura as he spoke.
"You have another transformation, right?"
The dragon nodded as Future Overlord snapped his fingers.
A large sphere covered in small flames appeared above the dragon's head. It showed one dragon head and one human face.
This was…
[The Human Fusion Dragon]
This dragon could fuse with Future Overlord, making him even more powerful than before.
As he held it out, the dragon opened its mouth and roared.
Then the sphere entered its chest. Suddenly, the dragon began to turn into essence—smoke made of flame. It moved into Future Overlord's heart, making his chest feel warm, with light gliding beneath his armor.
A warm feeling overwhelmed him.
Then suddenly—
He fell in pain.
His large arm transformed into a massive dragon arm with flame-like fur.
A dragon tail appeared beneath him.
He flew into the air as two more horns grew on his forehead, making it nine horns in total.
He clenched his fist.
He looked at the immortal, who stared at him in awe.
Then he spoke coldly:
"You… will be my plaything."
The immortal man almost coughed blood.
"What are you, stupid or something?! What does that have to do with me?!"
he shouted loudly.
But Future Overlord flew down, his armor twisting like muscle.
The man froze as he tried to evade the attack—
But the poor soul was unprepared for what was about to occur.
Future Overlord sent his fist down.
I once cultivated the Fire Path. I was the strongest fire immortal back then, he thought.
Suddenly, a large amount of flame erupted from his hand.
"Let's see what the dragon's power can do."
A massive torrent of flames shot downward at incredible speed, creating a sonic boom.
It pierced the ground, cracking it apart as the entire field was destroyed—soil and grass flying into the air.
The man who shouted earlier lay on the ground—
His body turned into minced flesh.
He was dead, full of holes.
Even Future Overlord was shocked.
"Poor guy… he died so quickly. I wanted to play with him more."
He looked down.
The Woman of Peace stared forward with a shocked expression.
Magman, Bronze Holder, and Wo Shong Tin—her former rivals—were all dead.
Only Future Overlord remained.
The most evil of them all.
Yet she did not dwell on it.
She was the weakest, yet she survived.
Future Overlord was the strongest—and he also survived.
One survived by decision.
The other survived by sheer willpower.
He was terrifyingly strong… and still growing stronger.
Future Overlord descended.
"If you all team up against me, my great-great ancestor's renewal will kill you all. So stay quiet… and be the victims."
"And try to survive."
The crowd gritted their teeth.
Some sweated in fear.
Others bit their lips.
Only the Woman of Peace remained calm, holding her throat.
She tried to speak—but no words came out.
"Stupid bastard…" she muttered.
Future Overlord then tossed an old man onto the ground and brought his arm down.
The old man had no choice. He summoned his artifact—
Wild Plague White Ghost Hand.
A massive white aura hand appeared.
But—
Future Overlord's arm came crashing down.
The ground split in half.
The white hand was sliced apart.
Flame torrents pierced through the old man's body.
He screamed as his left arm burned to pieces.
He crawled toward the abyss—
And fell.
Dying a painful death.
Future Overlord sighed softly.
"I was going easy… how could he fall so low and die like that?"
He sighed again.
Then he dismissed the dragon form.
The flame dragon appeared behind him at full power.
He looked at the crowd.
The Woman of Peace gritted her teeth.
Everyone stared with wary eyes.
Is this truly Future Overlord?
He's not just strong… he's at the peak of a little Grade Stage Three…
He's simply too powerful…
His potential to become a Sage Artist is extremely high…
Future Overlord clenched his fist.
"Good… keep that admiration."
He walked past the Woman of Peace.
"All of you… I want to cultivate my Soul Core. I don't want any idiot disturbing me."
The crowd exchanged strange looks, then nodded.
Future Overlord turned back with an angry gaze.
"Do you understand?"
Even the Woman of Peace was the first to answer.
"Y-yes…"