Ultragene Warlord

The dark matter didn't combine destructively with the light-attuned genetic energy like water and fire, which were mutually incompatible, or constructively, like water and earth, Rather, the dark matter was inert to light; both types of energy remained distinct and non-interacting.

Li Feng slashed forward with his sword, twining light-attuned genetic energy and dark matter together in a technique of shocking strength.

The sea of red, gold, and silver flames was split in two. As the sword flashed with resplendent light, the phoenix's feathers drifted down to the ground.

The ninth Immortal King couldn't have imagined that Li Feng would be this strong. Despite revealing his true form, he was still struck down with just a single blow.

The dark matter exploded, devouring the heavenly flame. The ninth Immortal King barely escaped from the explosion of the mysterious substance.

The red, gold, and silver flames mixed together as the ninth Immortal King transformed back into human form.

The combination of dark matter and light-attuned genetic energy was even more frightening than expected. Despite his phoenix bloodline, it was difficult for him to recover from the assault. His essence scattered like sand into the void. The ninth Immortal King knew that he would have to win now or not at all.

"I didn't want to use this technique, not having mastered it fully—but I want to lose even less."

The ninth Immortal King was shocked that the qualifiers alone could push him to such an extent.

The tri-colored flames transformed into a halberd. Behind the ninth Immortal King appeared an outline of the Hall of Immortals. An ancient aura saturated the arena. The doors to the hall were thrown open as eight indistinct figures emerged.

A few spectators recognized the figures.

"That's the second Immortal King!"

"And the third!"

"And that's surely the fourth."

"These are all the former Immortal Kings!"

The indistinct figures were quickly recognized by the spectators.

"Have they all come back to life?"

As the ninth Immortal King struck, the eight indistinct figures launched their attacks simultaneously. Some used swords, other sabers, yet other spears. The eight former Immortal Kings, who had all made names for themselves in the annals of history, had reached the pinnacle of mastery in eight different weapons. Their indistinct images resolved more and more clearly.

Each Immortal King used an ultimate technique. The skies were resplendent with light and energy, shattering as a raging sea emerged. Wind howled, and mist filled the arena. The other eight kings were barely weaker than the ninth, and each had dominated their generation of cultivators. None among them were weak.

"[Descent of the Immortal Kings]!"

The form of the ninth Immortal King overlapped with those of the previous eight as all the energy combined into one cohesive whole.

Time and space distorted. Nine different techniques in nine different styles were unleashed in an instant of resplendent light.

In the audience stands, a spectator cried out, "The ultimate technique of the Hall of Immortals—and the ninth Immortal King can use it without even having passed the final trial yet?!"

"As expected of the king of prophecy. He's ridiculous—this feat alone makes him surpass all the other Immortal Kings of the past! He truly is the strongest Immortal King."

"The other Immortal Kings were all outstanding figures in their own right, but they pale in comparison to the ninth Immortal King."

Yang Ze asked, "What's the ultimate technique of the Hall of Immortals?"

"The Hall of Immortals is a mysterious existence rumored to possess the ultimate technique of being able to channel the strength of past successors. Allegedly, this technique is intimately connected with the final trial of the Hall of Immortals."

Sun Mengmeng cried out, "In that case, Li Feng's opponent isn't just a single Immortal King, but nine of them combined!"

Yang Ze thundered in outrage, "That's ridiculous! Isn't this supposed to be a one-on-one competition?"

Fang Yi cried out, "Nine against one? This isn't ethical!"

Yang Ze nodded fervently. "The successor of the Hall of Immortals is unethical and unjust! He's a cheater, a rule-breaker!"

Another spectator frowned. "This is only a crude imitation of that technique."

Another gaped. "More impressive than this?"

Yang Ze cried out, "What? The Hall of Immortals has an even more despicable technique?"

Fang Yi asked, "Is the Hall of Immortals even more immoral, then?"

The spectator seemed to have some insider information. "Allegedly, the Hall of Immortals' final trial is to channel the strength and insight of all historical figures of the past. Any who successfully pass this trial will immediately ascend to the peak of the galaxy.

Everyone sucked in a breath.

The spectator who had spoken was no ordinary cultivator. Everyone else took the form of indistinguishable humanoid bodies of light. Only he had runes surrounding his body, a sure sign that he had advanced to greater heights.

"The true [Descent of the Immortal Kings] would have far more than nine kings—all the strongest cultivators of the Hall of Immortals would be summoned."

Yang Ze gasped. "Nine against one is bad enough, but a whole horde of such cultivators?"

Fang Yi shook his head. "This isn't just immoral—it's flagrant disregard for even the most basic of morals!"

A spectator wondered, "If this imitation alone is already so shocking, just how strong must the true Descent of the Immortal Kings be?"

The original speaker shook his head. "All who have seen it have perished."

Either they died to the Descent, or they had vanished within the annals of history.

"I can't imagine just how strong the completed technique must be..."

"Unfortunately, none of the successors of the Hall of Immortals have ever succeeded in this trial, despite how individually skilled each one is. It's clear just how difficult this trial must be."

The speaker inclined his head. "It's been far too long since the last Immortal King who could execute the Descent, so long that all have forgotten the technique..."

The combined strength of the nine Immortal Kings caused the ninth Immortal King's spiritual avatar to decay at an even more rapid clip.

The nine techniques overlapped in a shocking attack that disrupted space and time. Light and darkness inverted, and the virtual realm began to crack. The simultaneous launch of the ultimate techniques of the nine Immortal Kings was beyond the limit of what the realm could handle.

If not for what had occurred with Zhang Lie beforehand, the virtual realm would already have collapsed.

The sagely spectator murmured, "Perhaps we'll see a true Immortal King soon."

The nine-layered technique shot toward Li Feng in an overwhelming blow.

"[Holy Dragon Sword: Extinguishing Heaven's Light]!"

Light-attuned genetic energy rose into the air as a holy dragon soared toward the heavens. Ripples of genetic energy emanated from the point of impact. Even before the blow landed, the sky began to crack. The holy dragon roared as stars fell from the sky. All light gathered around Li Feng's blade.

The light was so intense that no one could look at it without damaging their eyes. As Li Feng's blade shot out, the outlines of the nine Immortal Kings were shattered one by one. The ninth Immortal King charged forth with his halberd, piercing through the flood of light. Where the two techniques met, the virtual realm cracked and broke down.

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