Ultragenic Warlord

Chapter 1444: Too Overbearing

All those who were able to enter the tournament proper were hailed as geniuses. None of them would want to acknowledge Zhang Lie, who had emerged out of nowhere as an unknown threat.

Unfortunately, those cultivators had chosen the wrong opponent to face.

Mud-yellow genetic energy burst from Zhang Lie's body as the image of a dragonturtle manifested behind Zhang Lie. His water-attuned genetic energy turned heavy and sluggish, like dark yellow mud. Everyone ended up stuck.

Genetic energy burst forth from Zhang Lie as though there were hundreds, thousands of dragons surging throughout his body. Each muscle formed a dragon.

"[Fists of the Silent Sea: Hundred Dragons Soaring]!"

A horde of dragons launched out of Zhang Lie's left arm as he expended half his genetic energy in one supercharged attack.

Howling with the force of thunder, the hundred stellar dragons soared through the air.

The dragons swooped down toward the gathered cultivators. Even before they struck, the frightening force of gravity caused the ground to cave in for dozens of meters. They were pressed down against the ground, unable to even move. There was no way any of them could escape. Their eyes widened as the dragons appeared before them, growing larger and larger with every moment.

The stellar dragons were massive in size. They looked like planets. Gravity warped around them, sucking the cultivators into the air, then trapping them in a gravity well. The cultivators weren't even able to use any of their techniques, let alone run.

The lightning in the air did nothing against the stellar dragons.

The ground quaked as the stellar dragons divebombed it. Mountains exploded and the ground cracked, revealing lava underneath.

Within moments, there were only a third of their number left, and the remainder were all badly injured.

Someone opened his mouth and sprayed out fog, filling the air before the cultivators.

The fog could both obstruct vision and affect the mental state of enemies trapped within. The cultivators attempted to buy enough tto free themselves, but Zhang Lie charged straight in. He wasn't afraid of the fog. His mind was resolute and his willpower strong, and the fog would hardly deter him. Rather, it would serve as his tool.

He activated his peak-grade dragon's pupil soulshard. His eyes turned needle-like. The augmentation to his spiritual senses and his soul that straddled two lives meant that the fog might as well have been transparent to Zhang Lie. He easily saw everyone.

One person was sent flying.

So was another.

"Damn it!"

"Don't think we'll all be so easy to take down!"

More and more cultivators were sent flying out of the fog, grievously wounded and scattering into mental essence on the spot.

Fire raged as one of the stronger cultivators ignited divine flame, transforming into a human torch and attempting to dispel the fog in search of a way out.

Zhang Lie's genetic energy took the shape of a giant dragonturtle and smashed over, sending the cultivator flying, snuffing out his flame, and dissolving him into mental essence in mid-air.

"Damn it!"

The remaining cultivators all used their own signature techniques, now focused on nothing but their own survival. Lightning roared, light flared, beasts swooped down from the heavens, and pained cries filled the land.

Perhaps because the cultivator that had set up the fog realized that it would only help, rather than hinder, Zhang Lie, or perhaps because that cultivator had died, the fog slowly dissipated.

Everyone fell to the ground. Zhang Lie shook his head in exasperation. "You're all disappointments. I only struck you a few times, and yet you're all done for."

A fair number of cultivators vomited out blood and dissipated into mental essence; those that didn't decided not to let Zhang Lie humiliate them further. They committed suicide on the spot.

Zhang Lie sighed, glancing at the heaps of bodies that were dissolving into mental essence.

The largest conflict in the competition that led to the most eliminated cultivators at once was orchestrated by none other than Zhang Lie.

After finishing off the cultivators, Zhang Lie reined in his genetic energy. The monarch-grade limitless universe and peak-grade dragonwolf soulshards were quite taxing on his genetic energy. While he had an ocean's worth of reserves, he didn't know how long the tournament would last, and it would be prudent to conserve his resources in case he had no genetic energy left when he needed some.

Zhang Lie headed off in the direction of Team Zenith. He found that three of them were in the sdirection, and not far from each other, either.

Zhang Lie traveled a thousand miles in a single breath.

In a rock forest, runes hung emblazoned in the air. Rainbow clouds gathered, and an aurora spread through the region. Pure white fog drifted through the area, making it seem like an immortal realm.

However, the stench of blood ruined the scene. Scars of combat filled the land, destroying the illusion of tranquility.

A huge fight had broken out within the rock forest, and slifeforms destroyed in a rain of light.

In the center of the rock forest, a pillar of light rose into the skies. It was obvious that there was a treasure there.

The rock forest was wide and expansive, but simultaneously sinister. The golden runes in the sky sealed the land.

All who entered felt as though they were in a swamp, their actions slowed no matter what sort of movement technique they had.

It had been half a day since the cultivators entered this stage of the tournament, and the major forces had all established their domains. They now found each other wading into the depths of the rock forest.

It was a brutal fight. Everyone wanted to be the first to make it in, and no one chose to conserve their strength.

All sorts of hidden and secret techniques were unsealed for this very moment.

The total number of deaths at the rock forest was no less than the number that Zhang Lie had killed. More importantly, the dead were all strong cultivators in their own right.

The peak cultivators of the younger generation of the suprforces, in addition to the Holywing, Redgold, and other races whose candidates had made it past the qualifiers, were all fighting against each other. This was an intense free-for-all, and no one would be able to make it out unscathed.

Even the successor of he who was called the strongest of the era had one bleeding arm. All the cultivators were injured in smanner or another.

At a critical moment, a golden toad, a jade-green serpent, and sother frightening lifeforms emerged out of nowhere, killing the strongest among them.

Suddenly, Zhang Lie himself emerged. He tossed a rock—no, a grenade—into the center of the swamp, causing it to explode as mud filled the air.