Ultragene Warlord

After the ninth Immortal King was sent out of the virtual realm, he was immediately sent deep within the Hall of Immortals for emergency treatment.

An ancient chime rang out as the ninth Immortal King floated in the air, floating wrapped up within a cloud of rainbow light.

A weathered voice came from deep within the hall, low yet penetrating, ancient and mysterious.

"You were far too rash. Even if you were in a virtual realm, to use the Descent without passing the final trial... If not for the fact that I reconstituted your soul with the vast reserves that the Hall of Immortals possesses, you would be lost to the void."

The ninth Immortal King widened his eyes and laughed at the ceiling. "Haha, he was impressive, truly impressive! To think that there were still such strong cultivators from my generation in the universe. It looks as though I'm far too weak to dominate my generation of the universe as yet."

"You're laughing after all this?"

The ninth Immortal King's smile only widened. "Of course. If my opponents were too weak, it wouldn't be interesting."

"As long as your resolve hasn't been shaken."

"I want to take on the final trial of the Hall of Immortals."

The ninth Immortal King's eyes shone like a blazing sun.

Upon seeing Zhou Ying's battle-ready stance, many of the spectators became her fan.

"She's so beautiful! Just what race is she?"

"I thought she was a stellar hunter, but it looks like that was only a disguise."

Zhou Ying wasn't weak in a melee. With a dagger in hand, she exchanged blows with the Holywing combatant. Golden lightning flashed; a storm of golden leaves appeared around Zhou Ying.

"[Avatar of the Fae: Earthbound Prison]!"

She released all her stored vitality at once, causing the ground to quake as thousands of jade-green wood dragons rushed out of the earth. Each dragon was about six hundred meters wide, with skin flecked with golden radiance.

"Reverberate!"

The Holywing clan had made their eponymous wings the core of their fighting style. The golden wings vanished, two divine blades appearing in their stead. The honed blades could cut apart just about anything, including the thousands of wood dragons that Zhou Ying had summoned.

"[Storm of Leaves: Void Cut]!"

Zhou Ying's void daggers cut at the void, sending the two blades flying.

Golden leaves formed a howling storm around her as Yi Shenghan recalled the blades and turned them into wings again. He flapped his wings, sending golden feathers flying through the arena and clashing with the golden leaves.

The sound of metal striking against metal echoed through the air. Feathers and leaves criss-crossed once and again. The golden feathers boasted more penetrating power, but there were much more leaves.

The wings transformed into a set of paired blades, sending crescent arcs of light straight at Zhou Ying. The ease with which the Holywing combatant could switch his blades into wings and back again was stunning.

"[Avatar of the Fae: Worldbound Enclosure]!"

Zhou Ying summoned tens of thousands of wood dragons from the ground, enough to fill up the entire arena. They were thrice as thick as before, and their barkskin shone with metallic luster.

A large number of wood dragons gathered around Zhou Ying and blocked the sword slashes.

Yi Shenghan exploded with strength. Blood dripped down from a single horn that protruded out of his forehead and landed on his blades, imbuing them with potent energy. The wood dragons were swept away.

"Hm?" Zhou Ying felt a breeze by her face. A lock of jade-green hair had been sliced away from her head, and her temples had barely avoided a critical injury. Drops of blood dripped down her face, but her tremendous vitality healed the wound in no time.

"This is the end for you!" Yi Shenghan's eyes flashed with frost. Lightning crackled around him, then exploded forth.

A tremendous flood of energy transformed into a lake of lightning, filling the sky above the arena. Zhou Ying was shocked.

"[Storm of Leaves: Fourfold Void Cut]!"

Zhou Ying gripped a dagger with each hand, and the tendrils growing out of her lower body wrapped around two more. The daggers slashed through the void, and all four converged on the same spot. Like a whirling dervish, she cut through the lake in a tight corkscrew.

Meanwhile, Yi Shenghan's hands began to glow with light. His golden lance surged with killing intent. His hair floated in the air, charged with static, as he flew toward her with a shield of lightning around him.

The two combatants struck each other in a clash of metal.

The fourfold void cut slashed toward Yi Shenghan, who defended with his golden lance. Lightning crackled brightly; golden leaves danced. The leaves and lightning clashed again and again. The fight was a resplendent, gorgeous display of light and energy.

As light exploded around the two combatants, Yi Shenghan's spear gleamed and thrust toward Zhou Ying's forehead.

"You're too slow." Yi Shenghan revealed a burst of hidden strength and speed, seizing victory. His golden lance transformed back into a bolt of lightning and exploded.

Zhou Ying's body cracked into pieces, charred black.

A spectator in the stands sighed. "I do pity that gorgeous beauty."

"It is a pity, isn't it? It's rare to see such a potent combination of vitality and natural energy."

"The Holywings are a strong race, after all. She's already very impressive to be able to fight against Yi Shenghan to this extent.

The spear strike had pierced her forehead in a clean kill; victory had been decided.

"Very impressive for a nameless combatant."

Just as the spectators sighed to see Zhou Ying's defeat, the pieces of her body burst into golden leaves that filled the air.

The spectators were all shocked. Beneath the arena, a horde of wood dragons began to grow once more. They rose aboveground at an incredible rate.

Yi Shenghan waved his divine swords, slashing apart the wood dragons once again.

Amidst the storm of leaves, Zhou Ying's figure manifested once again. Two more tendrils appeared behind her back.

"[Storm of Leaves: Sixfold Void Cut]!"

Each tendril held a void dagger. The six daggers struck as one, forming a sixfold cut in the air.

The spectators gaped. Zhou Ying had revived via the storm of golden leaves!

Yi Shenghan attempted to defend, but Zhou Ying's appearance had been too sudden. He was relaxed in imminent victory, not having predicted her reappearance.

Zhou Ying had hidden part of her strength, only to reveal it at the most opportune moment. Her sixfold void cut was a match for Yi Shenghan's maximum strength and speed, but her opponent was wholly unprepared for it.

Only now did he understand that she too had been hiding her strength and biding her time, preparing for a single deadly blow with which to win the match.

The void daggers slashed at his body, disintegrating it in a shower of blood. His face was filled with disbelief. Within his clan, there was no opponent who could stand against him, and his elder had even imparted a forbidden technique to him in advance of the Cup.

As far as he was aware, only the invincible Solarvine could be a match for him—but he had now been defeated by a nameless challenger!

Rage and anger consumed him.

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