Ultragene Warlord

In the void, each drop of blood corresponded to a single rune. Silver and golden light flared with blinding radiance, like a divine flame roaring to life, surrounding Li Feng and sealing him away.

The blood was transforming into a prison, the likes of which could not be broken.

"This... this looks like an ancient palatial hall!"

The spectators all stumbled back, shocked to no end by the mysterious aura that it gave off. They felt as though their avatars might very well be sucked in if they were too near.

The golden runes interlaced and formed nine seals, each like a golden blade piercing the void and sealing everything within.

The ninth Immortal King made gestures with both hands to control the divine prison, which shone with blazing light.

Some sharp-eyed spectators instantly recognized that the prison seemed to be modeled off the legendary copper Hall of Deities, and had been constructed as a facsimile of it.

"A deific prison... what fearsome strength." Zhang Lie narrowed his eyes. Even he would have to think twice about crossing this man.

The ninth Immortal King and his nine seals wove a web of arcane mystery. It could condense into the form of a copper hall to serve as a prison, ultimately distilling his enemies into essence.

"You were a strong combatant, but alas," the ninth Immortal King remarked. He stood in the void and observed all that stood before him.

His silver blood blazed with energy, trapping Li Feng within the deific prison and starting to subdue him.

The ninth Immortal King continued making complicated gestures with his hands, forming deific flames that burned the interior of the copper hall to a crisp.

Li Feng's sword energy did nothing against the hall; the prison was sturdier than he had expected.

"What? The nine seals of the Immortal King?" Some of the strongest guests were well aware of the strength of these ancient seals.

"The most mysterious and frightening of the powers vested in the Hall of Deities is but these seals. Each Immortal King adds their own seal to the technique, and the nine seals represent the history of the Hall of Deities itself."

Countless geniuses had perished as a result of this technique, which seemed almost impossible to resolve.

At that point, there weren't even nine seals, just one, two, three, four—but even so, no cultivator had been able to break out. Many spectators thought that it would be a miracle if Li Feng were to survive the ordeal at all, let alone overturn the foregone conclusion of victory.

Everyone watched on with bated breath.

The other spectators realized just how strong the ninth Immortal King was. They paid full attention to the fight unfolding before them.

The ninth Immortal King touched the hall with one finger. Divine radiance blared, erupting from the seal like a thousand volcanoes. The sudden resplendence disoriented the spectators as all the Immortal King's divine aura surged toward the hall in the void, suppressing Li Feng.

Simultaneously, his eyes began to glow. The whites of his eyes were like those of any other cultivator, but his pupils mysteriously took the form of shining runes, like a molten sun, like the formation of a supernova, giving off endless, intense light.

Silver light limned with gold shot out from the pupils straight at the hall, burning it whole with deific radiance.

The aura around the ninth Immortal King surged. Many spectators couldn't help but tremble at the force of his might.

"Let's stop the match here. I'll store you within this relic," the ninth Immortal King stated. His eyes glowed with even more resplendent runes, and a miniature copper hall appeared in his hands.

The miniature was palm-sized and bore an ancient, natural appearance. He tossed the relic straight toward Li Feng. It grew larger as it moved, combining into a cohesive whole with the divine light.

As the two techniques merged, a blinding light came from the arena, like divine flame burning.

"This hall..."

The spectators quailed against the might of the copper hall, which seemed as though it could seal away one and all.

Li Feng frowned. As expected, his opponent had used a relic in order to subdue and kill him quickly, hence ending the fight.

"[The Boundless Blade: Godkiller]!"

Silver radiance swept forward in a tide, like a whole herd of holy dragons.

That silver light, imbued with golden threads, formed a mysterious sea, simultaneously real and illusory, which existed in between both realms.

The transient, illusory nature of the light captivated everyone who saw it. The intersection of the real and the illusory—Li Feng's strength combined both domains. Thousands of holy dragons swept across the sky. His strength surpassed time and space, the real and the illusory.

Time became meaningless. The technique affected not just time, but space and even reality itself. In the virtual realm, it seemed to grow even stronger.

"Seal!"

The ninth Immortal King blanched, sensing the threat coming from his attack. He would have to stop Li Feng before he could release this blow.

The ninth Immortal King shouted as he attempted to spur the hall onward with his qi. Then, he swung his halberd straight down toward the front.

Lightning burst forth, filling up the entire arena, so scintillating that the spectators thought that they might go blind.

The might of the lightning was beyond imagination, and it was even accompanied by a special curse.

A silvery-white glow, blinding in its intensity, exploded from Li Feng's body. The shockwaves that emanated from his body were so intense as to distort space. They roared through the air like thundering dragons, turning the sky white.

The lightning dissipated the white glow and killed dragon after dragon before striking Li Feng himself, who was grievously injured. His mental essence seeped out of his wounds.

Li Feng's back was drenched with sweat. Electric currents and crystalline flecks surrounded him, and even his nostrils shone with miniature arcs.

The lightning infused with immortal qi was far too destructive than he could handle. All that power was expended in a single instant. No one would be able to withstand such a blow, not even the attacker himself.

The successor of the Hall of Immortals was likewise struck with the lightning. Its body turned pitch-black and gave off a wisp of smoke. Suddenly, as his body began shining again like armor, in a fan of golden energy.

The lightning struck the Hall of Immortal's armor, captured by its body. Silver feathers revolved around the point of impact, giving off a silver glow.

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