Ultragene Warlord

The spectators found their souls trembling.

Heaven and earth resonated with the will of the sword and the aura of the godlike being within the sun.

Overwhelming sword energy, like a sunset sea, swallowed up the sun and suppressed the light.

One sword strike was founded on the physics of the Milky Way; the other was infused with peerless sword energy. The two techniques struck each other in the air, causing the sky itself to lose color. Energy exploded in a shockwave, causing the surface of the lake to roil. No one could survive such an attack.

A storm blew by; cultivators of weaker strength flew off into the air.

Even so, most of the cultivators that had reached this point were strong enough to survive. The resulting shockwaves caused the lake to expand to several times its original size. The cultivators gasped at the magnitude of the attack, and their faces turned ashen.

Where the two techniques struck each other was a shattered void of space. No one was in sight.

Li Feng cocked his head and asked, "Is he dead?"

Zhang Lie shook his head. "He's likely still alive."

The two cultivators both understood that if the opponent had perished, he would have transformed into mental essence and infused itself into the back of Li Feng's palm. The fact that that phenomenon hadn't taken place meant that the opponent had fled and survived somehow.

Zhang Lie asked, "Who do you think that fellow who suddenly appeared was?"

"Clearly someone from the Hall of Immortals."

"Was it because he rescued the Immortal King's substitute?"

Li Feng shook his head. "I once fought with the ninth Immortal King, and just now with the Immortal King's substitute. The opponent's sneak attack was essentially an upgraded form of the attack that the ninth Immortal King and the Immortal King's substitute used, with their weapons passing straight through the void. The fact that he didn't even need to swing his weapon to do so, though... that surprised me."

Zhang Lie frowned. "I suspect he's far stronger than the ninth Immortal King and the Immortal King's substitute."

"I'm confident I'd be able to take him down."

Li Feng stuck out his chin proudly, his eyes sweeping across the crowd, as though he were a martial god descending from the heavens.

"Who else dares challenge me?"

All the cultivators present were shocked stiff by Li Feng's strength, and they didn't dare step forward.

They were particularly overwhelmed by Li Feng and Zhang Lie's final attacks; none of them were confident they would be able to defend against their attacks.

Even the Immortal King's substitute wasn't an opponent for Li Feng, so all of them would only be wasting their time.

"I'll have a try."

One cultivator stepped forward, accompanied by a gale wind and crackling lightning. Rain fell around them both, and the ground began to crack.

"Chang Ming, from the Eternal Hill!" one cultivator exclaimed.

Li Feng was just about to make his move when Yang Ze stepped forward past him.

"You've just undergone a big fight. Rest well. I'll handle this small fry."

Li Feng cocked his head at him in surprise. "What's up with you?"

Yang Ze cracked his fingers. "I have some history with this opponent."

Zhou Ying seemed surprised. "You know him?"

Yang Ze shrugged. "I dealt with his junior brother in the qualifiers. Just now, he even tried to snatch a bug monarch from under our noses. He's been a pain."

Fang Yi gaped. "You're actually volunteering?"

Yang Ze had always refrained from fighting when he could help it.

In some sense, his personality reflected his fighting style, and his fighting style his personality.

Yang Ze grumbled, "I'm just being cautious!"

Zhang Lie shrugged. "He just grew stronger after consuming a silver-dragon lotus and hasn't had a chance to test it out. I suppose he's looking for an opportunity to do so."

Perhaps he had grown antsy after seeing Li Feng's fight.

"Be careful."

Li Feng wasn't injured; even if he had been, his light-attuned genetic energy would have been able to heal him quickly enough. However, he did use up quite a bit of genetic energy in that fight. The Immortal King's substitute was a strong foe, and he would gladly take any chance to rest.

Yang Ze rubbed his palms. "Don't worry. Nothing will go wrong."

"Scram!" His opponent struck, sending a fist punching forward.

Yang Ze stood where he was. He met the fist with a hand. Both smashed into each other

Ripples of energy caused heaven, earth, and void to shake as the two cultivators struck each other.

Sparks flew all over as the two cultivators' fists met once more. Like a phoenix undergoing rebirth, the explosion gave way to resplendent light. Blue waves surged across the sky.

The spectators' ears hurt. Their eyes seemed to have suffered a burn, and their senses were all distorted. They were forced to narrow their eyes and seal their hearing, lest they be hurt just by watching the fight.

Fang Yi remarked, "How unusual. I barely ever see Yang Ze take the initiative."

Yang Ze clenched his fist tightly. It glowed with light. His long hair was scattered around his shoulders, his gaze bright and electric.

Chang Ming's body radiated with metallic luster and gave off light in the colors of a rainbow. Even his fist was surrounded by golden light. When it smashed into Yang Ze's own fist, it gave off a burst of divine power.

In mere moments, the two cultivators had exchanged dozens of blows. A metallic ringing filled the air as runes in the sky formed and smashed together.

Chang Ming's fists shone with light. The power of reincarnation had the ability to peel and steal time away. He activated it now.

The brilliant shining runes shot toward Yang Ze in the manner of a flood.

A cultivator cried out, "The ultimate technique of the Eternal Hill, which can manipulate the passage of time around a cultivator, transforming a young man into an elderly one or even a child! It's particularly difficult to counteract."

Refracted light shone around Yang Ze. Layers of space isolated him.

He drew a greatsword from his back. Pale blue genetic energy surrounded him as the sword energy rushed forward in a flood.

Chang Ming gaped to see that his mastery over spacetime was useless against Yang Ze.

A pair of lightning wings appeared to Chang Ming's back. He stepped across the void, following an unusual route forward.

It looked slow, but his speed had actually reached a maximum. He left countless afterimages behind, making others think that he hadn't moved at all.

He squatted, his right leg sweeping forward and triggering hundreds of electric arcs.

[The Boundless Blade: Daybreak] flashed, the strike forming a long river through the skies. The genetic energy burst apart in a shower of droplets.

He snapped his fingers. The remnant water-attuned genetic energy in the air condensed and transformed into fog. Raging sharks appeared, composed of pale blue genetic energy, each seemingly with independent life and soul.

This was the benefit of attuning to the silver-dragon lotuses.

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