Chapter 1521: Fighting at the Peak

Chapter 1521: Fighting at the Peak Leiting Ya thought for a moment and then continued, "Oh, I suppose the senior disciples don't have that sort of interest, or they wouldn't try to chase and kill me—no, they must have those interests, but don't want others to know. That's why they tried to chase me down."

"I don't have those 'special' interests—or any interest in those types of women anymore. She's the only one I care about." Qingyue Ge glanced up toward the sky at the fighting Sun Mengmeng.

"Kill!" Leiting Ya shot over, a pair of wings sprouting from his back, formed of lightning. Lightning crackled and thunder rumbled.

Lightning pierced through the air with enough force to split a mountain, like a rampaging sea striking at the sky. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ N0vᴇlFirᴇ.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

Leiting Ya boasted incredible strength. He threw a punch, causing heaven and earth to quake from the impact.

With a low shout, Fang Yi dashed forward with his spear in hand.

The spear was imbued with gold-attuned lightning that dyed its haft a resplendent gold. Wind formed sharp blades around the spear, imbuing it with energy.

Fang Yi launched his spear, crackling with wind and lightning, with incredible force.

The black spear sent wind howling and lightning flashing through the sky.

With his spear, he invoked chaotic energy in the form of lightning and raging wind. The spear left a dozen afterimages in its wake.

The clash of metal filled the air. Fang Yi waved his spear with lethal speed and precision, the clash of steel against steel causing sparks that shot into the air. The power of wind and storm circled Fang Yi.

Beside him, the battle between Yang Ze and the cultivator with the golden lamp continued.

The cultivator with the golden lamp was a particularly fearsome cultivator. As he blew on the lamp, its wick transformed into a cloud of light that blazed even more brightly than fire, even more blindingly than lightning. It was a wide-range attack that encapsulated all the cultivators.

Yang Ze wasn't weak himself. In the blink of an eye, he was surrounded by a patch of ocean.

"[The Boundless Blade: Dragonwhale]!"

The lapping of waves echoed through the battlefield. They grew and grew, reaching a crescendo and rising into the sky like a tsunami, manifesting in the form of a huge whale.

The whale's body was long and streamlined, with long whiskers and scales patterning its body.

Pale blue genetic energy rippled about his arms. He flicked his wrists, causing a frightening aura to descend on the world. The sky began to darken, and a fish the size of a whale materialized in the air.

The roaring waves struck the blinding firelight in an explosion of steam.

The cultivator with the golden lamp gritted his teeth as Yang Ze surged forward on a wave.

His sword arced across the heavens. Threads of void condensed across the sword, which was imbued with spatial force.

The sword slash struck the golden lantern in a storm of sparks of frightening strength.

"Is this all you've got? Your life shall be forfeit!" The Immortal King's substitute jumped up, halberd in hand, slashing down at his opponent.

The snowy-white halberd gleamed. Strands of Li Feng's hair were sliced off, causing his skin to prick. Formless killing intent suffused him.

Li Feng was particularly calm. He shifted horizontally, avoiding the devastating blow. The void halberd swooped right past his body and struck the altar in a burst of light that caused the ground to tremble.

Some cultivators, momentarily unbalanced, almost fell off the altar.

"[Light's Bulwark: Draconic Fist]!"

Li Feng clenched his fist. His right arm, clad with light, was covered with scales. The scales began to move as an arclight dragon materialized, howled, and rushed forward, shattering the approaching beam of light. He rushed forward with his halberd and shot a punch at the Immortal King's substitute's face, fierce and domineering.

The Immortal King's substitute leaned backward like a shoot of bamboo with shocking flexibility, avoiding the punch.

Then, with a shake of his shoulders, he smashed into Li Feng's body.

The ground quaked as everyone turned to the point of impact, a frightening blow.

Suddenly, everyone could hear a tiger roar. A huge white tiger had manifested from the void, clawing at its surroundings as though it was about to destroy the world.

The white tiger was no mere beast, but rather a legendary guardian on par with a phoenix. It was composed of killing intent and possessed fearsome strength.

The Immortal King's substitute's arms grew thick and large. White light burst through the heavens as frightening fluctuations of energy emanated from him. This was one of his killing blows—the Arms of the White Tiger.

Li Feng blanched. His opponent's physical body had been honed to perfection and glowed with bright light. His tackle seemed as though it would crush all before him.

Clearly, the Immortal King's substitute was made conceited by his strength. He didn't believe that any of his generation could contend with him, even when it came to a physical fight.

Last time, when the two cultivators fought, his palms had bled where they rubbed against his weapon.

This time, he had learned a new technique from his client. He suppressed Li Feng in close combat, not giving him any chance to move away.

"[Light's Bulwark: Dragon's Teeth]!"

Li Feng charged up for a stronger attack. Concentrated light-attuned genetic energy surrounded his arms as he roared and took the Immortal King's substitute on.

His physical body was glowing with light. In a flash, concentrated light-attuned genetic energy surrounded Li Feng as it manifested certain properties of gold, condensing into a weapon.

The unusual aspects of the weapon were concealed by the light that emanated from Li Feng.

The Immortal King's substitute's shoulder was a mass of gold and black energy. He bolstered himself with mysterious strength.

His strike caused the void to distort like a distended drum. It warped in a dissonant hum, sending quite a few cultivators on the altar flying. They fell off the platform.

It was clear just how strong the attack was—the resulting shockwaves alone were impossible to defend against.

The jade mantis and sapphire-blue scorpion were taken aback.

They were forces of nature in their own right, with potent physical bodies.

The two cultivators they were facing retreated, blood seeping from their mouths. It was clear just how intense this confrontation was. A melee attack had injured the two cultivators.

This was a confrontation at the peak of physical strength.

The cultivators present had essentially perfect physical bodies at their level of cultivation.

The white tiger was a master of the hunt, and its attacks were tremendously potent and difficult to guard against. Even so, all parties involved in the confrontation were injured, a shocking sight.

The cultivators and beasts stared at each other in surprise and mounting killing intent.

The Immortal King's substitute made his move once again, faster than a loosed arrow. This time, purple runes shot out from him as he stepped through the void and pounced at Li Feng.

The two cultivators fought intensely as light radiated from them.