Ultragene Warlord

Sun Xiaowu couldn't help but frown upon seeing this sight. "It's just like that legendary Chinese avian!"

Yang Ze's lips pursed. "I don't know about the rest of you, but he looks to me like he was exposed to a severe dose of radiation."

Despite his strange appearance, it was clear that he boasted exceptional combat strength.

His six arms waved madly, each executing the [Solar Tortoise Fist]. Yin and chaotic energies were unleashed as the domain visibly frothed from the impact.

The man's nine heads were all spitting out umbral light and destroying the netherworld serpents headed his way. He forcibly broke out of the path of the netherworld river and smashed into Zhang Lie in a heady blow filled with killing intent.

The two cultivators exchanged blows with palm and fist, sword and technique. Black feathers were tossed about, and the golden light dimmed. Stars burst, swords shattered, and the netherworld river cracked. Blood sprayed high into the air.

Neither cultivator was willing to relent; the vicious fight continued at an ever-increasing tempo. They fought to kill.

The fighting was so intense that neither of them were able to pay any heed to their surroundings, and even the sturdy altar began to chip and crack.

Even the members of Team Zenith and the fifth-realm cultivators hadn't managed to do much to the altar itself, but Zhang Lie and the man in dark green robes were demolishing it quickly.

The man in dark green robes held firm to the belief that none of the present generation would be able to surpass him, let alone among the cultivators currently within the hall. He continued to attack at an incredible pace.

"Kill!"

His eyes grew cold. His nine avian heads hid as he raised an arm covered with scales. A frightening aura erupted from him as he clawed at Zhang Lie.

His claws were unbelievably sharp, like those of a true dragon. A series of afterimages was left behind. Zhang Lie stomped on the ground and kicked a chunk of the platform toward the blow to test its strength.

Within moments, the platform was ground to powder by the swipe.

The platform was sturdy and made of reinforced material that the man in dark green robes had personally picked out. Despite the intensity of the battles that had already taken place, no attack had managed to crush the platform into powder—until now.

"[The Boundless Blade: Netherworld Sea]!" The genetic energy looked as though it had come from the abyss, or perhaps from the expanding, limitless universe. Starlight struck the genetic energy in a flash of surprising beauty.

The night sky morphed into a raging sea. Waves surged forward, sounding like peals of thunder, like stampeding hooves. The universe itself seemed to shake, as though the stars were shifting positions.

The surface of the stellar sea frothed with waves, layering and texturing it. Auroras hung in the air, veiling the night sky.

From afar, stellar dragons seemed to roar. The pitch-black dragons were like the night sky made manifest. Thunder and lightning crackled in the air.

Dragons unfurled their wings amidst a storm of lightning. The auroras stretched on for thousands of miles, so beautiful they captivated the gathered hunters.

Zhang Lie struck. An underworld river hurtled into existence, roaring into the sea. The sword energy roiled like black waves, like a meteor shower, causing the very stars to shake.

The entire night sky shifted as a thousand stellar dragons descended, as though a crack had broken in firmament. A flood that could destroy the world itself rained down on the lava.

The sea had morphed into a boundless battlefield. The sea breeze was as a horn to action, and the serpents, thousands of courageous soldiers heeding its call.

The dragon's claw caused the netherworld sea to burst apart. Countless stellar dragons were obliterated. The pitch-black liquid filled with dots of starlight roiled, but ultimately maintained its form. The liquid reformed into a dense flock of stellar dragons and surged toward the man in dark green robes.

"Open!"

The man's body glowed with light that manifested in the form of bells, so small they were difficult to make out with the naked eye. Those bells covered up his body and began to toll loudly, as though he had transformed into a belltower. Ripples of energy emanated from him.

He clasped his hands together as they radiated holy light. A huge bell formed a barrier around him, the combined form of the countless small bells over the surface of his body.

The stellar dragons struck the bell, which tolled and cracked, but ultimately held firm against their attack.

"[The Boundless Blade: Dragon's Wrath]!"

Guicang unleashed a barrage of sword energy in the form of a stellar dragon.

The dragon's howls shook heaven and earth. The stellar energy that filled the battlefield transformed into a massive stellar dragon that took to the skies.

The radiant man concentrated. Incandescent swords emerged from the light and flowed through his bloodstream, the next evolution of his light.

Then, his entire body turned sharp, as though he were a divine blade that had just been given form. Killing intent pulsed from him as he leapt up, seemingly as thin as a sheet of paper. In the form of a sword of legend, he struck at Zhang Lie.

The members of Team Zenith gasped. The man's body really seemed to have transformed into a resplendent, peerless sword.

Unlike before, the stellar dragons were unable to obliterate their opponent. The reverse happened: with a clean snick, the man-sword cleaved through the flock of dragons with barely any resistance.

This was a sinister transformation; he seemed nigh-unstoppable.

"[First Form: Parting the River]!"

Bright sword energy radiated from Zhang Lie like brilliant rays of sunlight, illuminating the entirety of the world.

A frightening force descended on the altar, giving off shockwaves of mounting strength.

The stellar dragons had, to some extent, reduced the potency of the man-sword. Zhang Lie defended against the incoming attack with his physical body. The attack struck with blinding light as both cultivators reeled.

Zhang Lie thrust forward with his blade so quickly it looked like a beam of light.

"Kill!" the man in dark green robes roared, his hair aflutter, his palms magnified, his right hand seemingly transformed into a golden tablet engraved with light. A formless forcefield spread out from him, blocking Zhang Lie's blow and peeling off the temporal force that had gathered around Zhang Lie's body. He slowed.

His golden tablet struck Zhang Lie's sword in a clash of metal against metal with a screech that set everyone wincing. Their eardrums felt like they were about to shatter.

The members of Team Zenith watched on intently. The two cultivators were using a wide repertoire of techniques that they had honed, each a masterful blow.

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