Ultragene Warlord

Chapter 1522: That\'s Mine

Leiting Ya glanced toward the fighting Sun Mengmeng and licked his lips. "Now that you mention it, I\'m getting a little interested in her."

"She\'s mine!" Qingyue Ge glared at Leiting Ya.

Leiting Ya chuckled dryly. "Haha, I was only joking around. Even if I did intend on doing something, it would have to wait until after the fight."

Fang Yi had long since finished his preparations. His spear was imbued with gold-attuned lightning that dyed its haft a resplendent gold. Wind formed sharp blades around the spear, imbuing it with energy.

Leiting Ya\'s gaze landed on Fang Yi as he licked his lips.

"Kill!" Leiting Ya shot over, shrouded in golden lightning, a pair of wings sprouting from his back, formed of lightning. Lightning crackled and thunder rumbled.

Lightning pierced through the air with enough force to split a mountain, like a rampaging sea striking at the sky.

Leiting Ya boasted incredible strength. He threw a punch, causing heaven and earth to quake from the impact.

With a low shout, Fang Yi dashed forward with his spear in hand.

Fang Yi launched his spear, crackling with wind and lightning, with incredible force.

The black spear sent wind howling and lightning flashing through the sky.

With his spear, he invoked chaotic energy in the form of lightning and raging wind. The spear left a dozen afterimages in its wake.

The clash of metal filled the altar. Fang Yi waved his spear with lethal speed and precision, the clash between the two opposing parties causing sparks that shot into the air. The power of wind and storm circled Fang Yi.

Beside him, the battle between Yang Ze and the cultivator with the golden lamp continued.

The cultivator with the golden lamp was a particularly fearsome cultivator. As he blew on the lamp, its wick transformed into a cloud of light that blazed even more brightly than fire, even more blindingly than lightning. It was a wide-range attack that encapsulated all the cultivators.

Yang Ze wasn\'t weak himself. In the blink of an eye, he was surrounded by a patch of ocean.

"[The Boundless Blade: Dragonwhale]!"

The lapping of waves echoed through the battlefield. They grew and grew, reaching a crescendo and rising into the sky like a tsunami, manifesting in the form of a huge whale.

The whale\'s body was long and streamlined, with long whiskers and scales patterning its body.

Pale blue genetic energy rippled about his arms. He flicked his wrists, causing a frightening aura to descend on the world. The sky began to darken, and a fish the size of a whale materialized in the air.

The roaring waves struck the blinding firelight in an explosion of steam.

The cultivator with the golden lamp gritted his teeth as Yang Ze surged forward on a wave.

His sword arced across the heavens. Threads of void condensed across the sword, which was imbued with spatial force.

The sword slash struck the golden lantern in a storm of sparks of frightening strength.

"Is this all you\'ve got? You\'re a disappointment. Your life is forfeit!" The Immortal King\'s substitute jumped up, halberd in hand, slashing down at his opponent.

The snowy-white halberd gleamed. Strands of Li Feng\'s hair were sliced off, causing his skin to prick. Formless killing intent suffused him.

Li Feng was particularly calm. He shifted horizontally, avoiding the devastating blow. The void halberd swooped right past his body and struck the altar in a burst of light that caused the ground to tremble.

Some cultivators, momentarily unbalanced, almost fell off the altar.

"[Light\'s Bulwark: Draconic Fist]!"

Li Feng clenched his fist. His right arm, clad with light, was covered with scales. The scales began to move as an arclight dragon materialized, howled, and rushed forward, shattering the approaching beam of light. He rushed forward with his halberd and shot a punch at the Immortal King\'s substitute\'s face, fierce and domineering.

The Immortal King\'s substitute leaned backward like a shoot of bamboo with shocking flexibility, avoiding the punch.

Then, with a shake of his shoulders, he smashed into Li Feng\'s body.

The ground quaked as everyone turned to the point of impact, a frightening blow.

Suddenly, everyone could hear a tiger roar. A huge white tiger had manifested from the void, clawing at its surroundings as though it was about to destroy the world.

The white tiger was no mere beast, but rather a legendary guardian on par with a phoenix. It was composed of killing intent and possessed fearsome strength.

The Immortal King\'s substitute\'s arms grew thick and large. White light burst through the heavens as frightening fluctuations of energy emanated from him. This was one of his killing blows—the Arms of the White Tiger.

Li Feng blanched. His opponent\'s physical body had been honed to perfection on a genetic level, and was akin to that of an emperor-grade lifeform.

He couldn\'t help but tremble at the thought of facing such a foe.

To think he would have a technique that allowed him to momentarily unleash his latent potential—and seemingly one without any drawbacks! As expected of a supreme force of the fifth realm, the Hall of Immortals possessed incredible techniques.

The white light flashed. His tackle seemed as though it would crush all before him.

Clearly, the Immortal King\'s substitute was made conceited by his strength. He didn\'t believe that any of his generation could contend with him.

Last time, when the two cultivators fought, his palms had bled where they rubbed against his weapon.

This time, he had learned a new technique from his client, and easily suppressed Li Feng in close combat, not giving him any chance to move away.

"[Light\'s Bulwark: Dragon\'s Teeth]!"

Li Feng charged up for a stronger attack. Concentrated light-attuned genetic energy surrounded his arms as he roared and took the Immortal King\'s substitute on.

His physical body was glowing with light. In a flash, concentrated light-attuned genetic energy surrounded Li Feng as it manifested certain properties of gold, condensing into a weapon.

Li Feng\'s physical body wasn\'t weak either. He had been a monarch-grade lifeform upon his ascension to the fourth realm, and the silver-dragon lotuses had given him improved understanding over life and vitality. His facility with light-attuned genetic energy was far improved from before.

The man in dark green robes sat on the steps with his back to the pillar of light, looking at the fighting below with interest.

Radiant Sun frowned. "You taught the Arms of the White Tiger to someone? That was an ultimate technique you were renowned for!"

The man stroked his jaw with his hands. "That was far too long in the past. It\'s a useless technique to me now, and that cultivator\'s a distant descendant of mine, after all. I\'d lose face if he were to be defeated too easily."