Ultragene Warlord

Chapter 1479: Son of Lightning

As expected of the disciple of a supreme force of the fifth realm—the son of lightning's elemental might was astounding. Just the single technique he had displayed was infused with understanding over life and death, creation and destruction.

"You must be a fool to try to challenge me with lightning!" the son of lightning cried out. Lightning pierced through the air with enough force to split a mountain, like a rampaging sea striking at the sky.

The son of lightning boasted incredible strength. He threw a punch at Fang Yi, causing heaven and earth to quake from the impact.

"Captain, you leave first. I'd like to challenge this fellow." Fang Yi's gaze was terrifying. He had infused his body with the power of the elements, just like his opponent.

"[Floating Clouds]!"

The wind and lightning formed a loop around Fang Yi's body, which provided explosive strength that propelled Fang Yi forward.

Zhang Lie nodded. He understood Fang Yi's fervor.

If Zhang Lie were to remain, he would only disturb Fang Yi; in fact, Zhang Lie would be a detriment rather than a help.

Zhang Lie was confident in Fang Yi's strength and knew that he wouldn't lose even against this so-called son of lightning. If he stayed, however, the cultivators all around would attempt to strike at him and affect Fang Yi's fight.

Zhang Lie headed off immediately. The moment he left the vicinity of Fang Yi and the son of lightning, he was surrounded by the cultivators and lifeforms of the lake, who stared at him with cold sneers.

"Do you think you can leave just like that?"

"Hand over the divine plants."

Zhang Lie held Guicang in his left hand and Hanguang in his right. Even against the hundreds of cultivators and lifeforms before him, he didn't panic at all.

"Scram!"

Zhang Lie's aura was incredible. That one word alone caused quite a few cultivators to step back in shock.

"We have nothing to fear, not when there are so many of us! Charge!"

The cultivators and lifeforms charged forward.

Swords and blades flashed as countless cultivators and lifeforms struck simultaneously. Zhang Lie sauntered forward as blood sprayed all around him. A cacophony of screams followed him where he went as the cultivators turned into motes of light.

Upon seeing Zhang Lie calmly stepping forward and butchering all who crossed his path, many cultivators reared back in shock.

They thought that their numerical advantage would lead to a one-sided slaughter, and it did—but against their side rather than for it.

Meanwhile, the son of lightning had invoked the purest form of elemental lightning, and was blazing brightly like a flame.

"[Heaven's Judgment]! [Tiger's Howl, Dragon's Bellow]!"

The lightning sparked like a radiant sun, wreathed in storm, pitch-black like ink.

Fang Yi's spear took on the aspect of a dragon of the winds and a storm tiger as he charged forward. Wind and storm combined and crackled at the tip of Fang Yi's spear, and a dragon's howl echoed resoundingly in the air.

The combination of wind and lightning generated a frightening force that seemed to be able to penetrate space, as though the spear had transformed into an electric saw.

The hum of lightning caused all the cultivators in the vicinity to have ringing ears. Lightning pierced through the heavens as the virtual realm rumbled.

Regardless of the outcome of the fight, even if Fang Yi were to lose, what he had already accomplished was shocking. How could he manage to hold his own in a contest of lightning with the son of lightning himself?

The son of lightning wasn't a lifeform born of lightning, but rather during a thunderstorm. A bolt of lightning had struck his head, but not only did he not die, that bolt of lightning forged his body from infancy, allowing him to manipulate lightning at will ever since.

That was how he had come to be known as the son of lightning, and no one could best his ability that was granted by the heavens themselves.

In the sky, the two cultivators broke away from one another. The son of lightning was unscathed—but so was his opponent.

"Using lightning against the son of lightning? Incredible!"

The cultivators were all shaken. No one dared to underestimate Fang Yi.

"Against absolute strength, any form of defense will pale in comparison." The son of lightning stepped forward and shot toward Fang Yi like a lord of heaven.

Divine light burst forth from his palms, forming a mallet of lightning that he smashed down.

Lightning filled the air.

His stance was like that of a god. With his strength, with this one blow, he intended to sap Fang Yi of his fighting spirit.

The spectators around looked at him as though he were a god-king of myth and legend, subduing some demonspawn.

"Enough!" Fang Yi shouted, his gaze cold.

"[Heaven's Judgment: Four Sages' Roar]!"

Fang Yi's spear took on the aspect of a dragon of the winds and a storm tiger as he charged forward. Wind and storm combined and crackled at the tip of Fang Yi's spear.

The combination of wind and lightning generated a frightening force that seemed to be able to penetrate space. Chaotic and spatial energy joined in the mix—a miniaturized version of his signature fivefold strike, at least at the level of a fourfold strike.

A black turtle and divine bird rushed out of the mix of chaotic energy, spatial rifts, wind, and storm.

The wind resolved into a stormwind dragon. Spatial force transformed into a qilin, with the void as its claws and lightning as its whiskers.

The lightning transformed into a white tiger wreathed with howling winds, spatial force forming its sharp claws and chaotic energy condensing into its eyes.

Spatial force manifested in the form of a divine bird, space its feathers, the storm its body, lightning its beak, and chaotic energy seeping from its feathers like burning flames.

The chaotic energy transformed into a black turtle, spatial force into its shell, lightning into its legs, and the stormy wind its head.

The four mythical beasts formed from the combination of the fourfold energies shot out as Fang Yi thrust his spear forward. The disparate energies corkscrewed together, simultaneously melded and distinct, as they shot toward the heavens.

As he thrust his spear forward, all the onlookers were taken aback. His attack had left tendrils of lightning all over the son of lightning's body.

"What? Someone can fight the son of lightning on equal footing in terms of lightning?!"

"What an incredible cultivator, combining storm and lightning energy to produce such devastating force!"

"This isn't just a clash of lightning against lightning, but rather wind and storm against lightning."