Omnipotent Overlord

“Kill, kill, kill…”

Ye Xiaolu raked her claws at Li Mo in her delirium.

Li Mo gasped.

This was the first time since his second coming that he had to put his back into it.

Using enlightenment three times pretty much guaranteed a rock gaining awareness. Yet it had no effect whatsoever on Ye Xiaolu. 

Li Mo pondered for a while and grabbed her.

He couldn’t wake her up but capturing was easy.

Li Mo rested his other hand on her forehead and closed his eyes.

Fortune of Heaven and Earth Art – Soul Search!

Ye Xiaolu wailed in agony.

Li Mo’s victims he used this art on in his past life to extract their cultivation methods were under torture for as long as the art lasted. But this art’s most ruthless aspect was the fact that the victim had no way of resisting if their cultivation was lower than the attacker.

Ye Xiaolu’s memories ran through Li Mo’s mind like a movie.

She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, having not lacked anything throughout her childhood. She grew up to become a superstar. Her Flying Angel song was at the top for over two years, followed closely by Desolate, lifting her to become the Empress of Asia.

Ye Xiaolu was revered and admired by everyone, while arrogant in every gesture, not putting anyone in her eyes.

Zhang Ding frequently appeared in her memories. They used to be desk-mates at school. Zhang Ding had always been pursuing her, but Ye Xiaolu didn’t even have respect for him, bossing him around regardless of his feelings. Even made him stand in front of the whole class and read his love letter to her, making the kids blush and mock him.

After she rose to become a superstar, Zhang Ding wasn’t the only one to fall victim to her bitchy attitude. She mocked her peers, rebuked film directors, yelled at important people, smacked her assistant, cursed her fans… She did everything that would affect her image in the entertainment industry.

When her curtain call came, everyone was set against her. She slowly earned a bad name, and no one was willing to work with her. Everywhere she went she was ignored.

Washed up.

A washed up superstar was worse than a dog. As more and more people left Ye Xiaolu, her temper grew worse and worse.

She turned up to be pretty even if she was washed up. But when she was still young and looked great, no one said anything bad about her since she was popular. Now, there were many who eyed her.

Today, boss Zhang wanted to give her ten million to sleep with her. The next, boss Liu wanted to invite her to a 3 million meal. The work was less and less, yet more and more flies circled around her in a swarm.  

“Xiaolu, you only need to have dinner with boss Su. He promised to bring you back on stage, to your former glory!”

“Alright, I’ll go!”

“Sister Lu, that Hollywood director wanted to talk to you in private. He only thinks highly of you and wants to support you.”

“Alright, I’ll go!”

“Sister Lu, I am brother Yang Ni and I have a play script. We are missing the main female lead, will you be interested? Will you have time tonight? Come to my house.”

“Alright, I’ll come!”

“Ye Xiaolu, I have an ancient play and you are the most fitted to be the main female lead. Brother Ma will be the male lead. Can you sign here?”

“Alright, here!”

“Sister Lu, I wrote a song valued at ten million. Do you want it? We’ve worked together for so long and if you want it, I will give it to you at 8 million.”

“I will send the money right away!”

Ye Xiaolu hoped to return to the top. But did she have the qualification? Regardless of who wanted to work with her, even if the details were sketchy at best, she would agree on the spot. 

She was now alone, with no one to rely on. There was no one to give her a main role and suffering naturally came.

She went to dinner with boss Su and her wine was spiked. She would’ve fallen asleep if not for noticing sooner.

Ye Xiaolu smashed the wine glass on boss Su’s bald head, kicked his bodyguards in the nuts and left in a huff.

The white Hollywood director she met in a room, alone, didn’t even talk about the script. He rushed at her, pinning her on the floor. Ye Xiaolu’s grabbed and squished and the white director’s balls were in tatters.

The second rate actor Wu Yang said he wanted to look over a script with her. They met and Wu Yang flat out demanded to sleep with him or they wouldn’t sign the contract.

Ye Xiaolu took out an ink pen and wrote ‘bastard’ on his face with force, drawing blood. She had to pay ten million in damages. 

Only after Ye Xiaolu signed with that ancient movie director did she find out the movie was x-rated. The first take was about being two thugs’ rape victim. To add insult to injury, one of the men was precisely the ancient movie director.

It ended with none of the rogues realizing their dreams and even had their most precious function stripped from them.

That new song Ye Xiaolu paid for with 8 million had to be funded with all her money, from recording to publishing. It was torture.

In the end, Ye Xiaolu threw herself into the lyrics and found it was more hip-hop, with obscene words and swearing. After it was published, it was popular for a few days, before it was banned by a ‘certain department’. Immediately, a document was released by the entertainment office, striking the song as being immortal and corruptible. This was effectively a killing blow for actors and singers.  

Ye Xiaolu was about to rise but was smacked back down. She wasn’t the only one to suffer, with the hip-hop community dragged down with her. This earned her the slogan Hip-hop Crusher.

With this slogan, Ye Xiaolu had no way to make a comeback.

Men’s calls started ringing in. They had different positions but all were driven by one thought. All she had to do was spread her legs and everything would be taken care of.

At first, Ye Xiaolu responded to the calls with a string of curses, nothing short of what a lunatic would do. She then holed up in her house and didn’t even turn on the TV, from the slandering reports about her. 

At an all time low, Zhang Ding appeared. 

He didn’t even call first, just showed up in her house.

He passed through walls.

“Xiaolu, I know you must be suffering right now and you’re no longer popular, but I will always care for you no matter what. Furthermore, I am now successful. I have become a disciple to an immortal and learned magical arts. If you come with me, I promise… “

Crack~

Zhang Ding’s speech was cut short by a sharp kick to the balls, knocking him out.

That night, Ye Xiaolu drank three bottles of strong wine, cursing the men of this world then jumped out the window. 

“Rotten men, I, Ye Xiaolu, hate no one more than you all!”

While reading Ye Xiaolu’s memories, Li Mo found something was off and opened his eyes wide.

Ye Xiaolu’s head was still seized, but her hand traveled downward.

“I will crush you so you no longer hurt anyone!”

Ye Xiaolu’s eyes flashed with murder and squeezed.