Ultragene Warlord

The halberd penetrated Li Feng's afterimage.

"I saw you fight against the ninth Immortal King. The same technique won't work on me."

Li Feng's illusions didn't seem to be effective; the Immortal King's substitute found Li Feng's true body near-immediately.

The halberd seemed to strike at Li Feng's neck with a spray of blood, shocking the spectators.

Was that blood? The head fell to the ground!

Everyone held their breath. If it were them in Li Feng's shoes, would they have survived that blow?

The spray of light spread out and diffused like a mist of blood.

The Immortal King's substitute had finished his opponent in just two consecutive strikes!

This was a true paragon of battle, whose prowess was so fearsome that the spectators shuddered in fear. Who could stand against him? He was invincible!

The spectators' hearts pumped.

"That was too fast. The Immortal King's substitute is truly invincible!"

Who could contend with him?

"It looks like the Immortal King's substitute might long since have surpassed the ninth Immortal King," a cultivator said. They might be witnessing a transformative moment in history, the end of an era.

"Someone who defeated the ninth Immortal King, only to have been defeated by his substitute... the Hall of Immortals must be shocked."

"No, you're all mistaken."

The blood was real, but Li Feng's head hadn't fallen off his body.

Li Feng had once fought the ninth Immortal King, and the Immortal King's substitute was from the same school of thought. Their techniques were particularly similar, and Li Feng was prepared to deal with them. He dodged to the side, the halberd whizzing barely an inch away from his neck. Li Feng caught it with his hand.

Any other cultivator would surely have been killed on the spot. This was what was frightening about the Immortal King's substitute, who was able to launch such blows in a flash.

Against such an opponent, the tricks of light and shadow that he had once used against the ninth Immortal King wouldn't have any effect.

Li Feng had predicted this possibility and hadn't banked on using his illusions to trick the Immortal King's substitute. He only had one path left: blocking his attacks directly.

Thanks to his experience fighting the ninth Immortal King, Li Feng was able to find the best opportunity to defend himself.

However, things still didn't go quite as planned. Even though he had successfully blocked the attack and protected his head, the explosive strength of the halberd had still hurt his arm. The fresh blood that the audience saw did come from Li Feng's body.

The Immortal King's substitute was incredibly strong. If the halberd had gone an inch deeper, Li Feng wasn't certain that he would have been able to protect his head.

The Immortal King's substitute himself was surprised to see Li Feng defending against his attack barehanded. "As expected of someone who managed to beat that fellow. You're more than qualified to be my opponent."

The halberd shone in blazing light. A phoenix unfurled its wings from around the halberd in a burst of bright flame, red as blood.

The phoenix soared up and looked down from high above.

The Immortal King's substitute attacked with tremendous strength. The blow was accompanied by a phoenix's shrill cry, a spiritual attack whose might could be felt even by the spectators. They sucked in a deep breath.

However, Li Feng was even faster.

"[Arclight Dragon's Imprint]!"

Li Feng waved his left arm, around which a torrent of light-attuned genetic energy was gathering. It took the form of a gigantic dragon's claw, bearing down on the enemy like a beam of light. The beam of light, shot through with metal-attuned genetic energy, struck the Immortal King's substitute.

The Immortal King's substitute was sent flying, fresh blood gushing out of his mouth, his chest caved in.