Chapter 1529: Parting From Mortal Flesh

Chapter 1529: Parting From Mortal Flesh 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.

Its target was none other than Leiting Ya.

Although Fang Yi didn't know why the two cultivators from the same 'sect' had suddenly started attacking each other, he was aware who was the more dangerous.

Leiting Zi was alone, whereas Leiting Ya sided with the Immortal King's substitute.

His main enemy was the man in dark green robes who sat before the pillar of light, along with the genius cultivators now beholden to him.

Fang Yi struck at Leiting Ya without any hesitation.

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

Leiting Ya retreated as he transformed into a bolt of lightning. He frowned. "Why are you interfering with our internal sect business?"

Leiting Zi, whose fighting intent had almost been extinguished, rallied after Fang Yi's sneak attack. "I don't want to team up with you, but you do possess some limited quantity of skill. I'll give you a chance to demonstrate your abilities, but I don't intend to thank you."

He strode forward and stood above Fang Yi's head, looking down on the battlefield like a monarch of heaven, intending to quell all his foes beneath him.

Fang Yi's lips twitched. He wanted to run Leiting Zi through with his spear, but there was an even more annoying enemy lying in wait. Fang Yi had to resist the temptation to turn on Leiting Zi—for now.

Leiting Ya frowned. Leiting Zi alone would hardly have been a challenge; he was a laughable opponent.

Leiting Zi was one of his juniors. They were from the same sect, and everyone was fully aware of each other's techniques. Leiting Ya firmly believed that no one in the sect could surpass his mastery of lightning.

Fang Yi, on the other hand, was a tricky opponent. Though he too commanded lightning, he had no ethics whatsoever.

He combined lightning with all sorts of strange forces—wind and storm, time, and even chaos.

Leiting Ya wanted to shout, "If you command chaos, why bother mixing it with any other source of energy? Why not just use pure lightning?!"

Of course, even against such reprehensible tactics, Leiting Ya had nothing to fear.

If Fang Yi and Leiting Zi were working together, however, things were different.

His junior, Leiting Zi, had lightning crackling all around his body. "Don't think you'll be safe just because you're in cahoots with that old fogey. Today, I, Leiting Zi, sweat that I'll kill you!"

Leiting Ya pretended to cry. "Why go this far, Junior Brother? I was considering taking revenge on the cultivator who was rumored to have defeated you—and now you're teaming up with him against me! Don't you know how upset that makes me?"

Leiting Zi seethed in rage as lightning flashed around him. "Silence! Leiting Ya, you've bullied the rest of us for far too long. Countless disciples have been struck by your vile tendencies, male or female, young or old! Even my childhood sweetheart who was paying me a visit—today, I'll take you down!"

Leiting Ya sighed wearily. "Junior Brother, I was doing it for your own good. How could you allow yourself to be held back by such trifling matters as human emotion? Being besotted with the opposite sex will only weaken the strength of the lightning that we command. I was simply hoping to save you from a distraction!"

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Divine light burst forth from Leiting Zi's 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 Leiting Ya of all his confidence. He was like a godking of myth and legend, subduing some demonspawn.

The ear-splitting rumble of thunder emanated from him.

Leiting Ya transformed a destructive bolt of lightning in his left hand into a scimitar and a regenerative bolt of lightning in his right hand into a shield. He exchanged countless blows with Leiting Zi in an instant.

Leiting Zi's eyes were bright red. He swung his mallet around as though he were crazy. He roared, "You've caused more destruction to the sect than any other cultivator past or present! Compared to my opponent below, you've been far more devastating to the sect. You're the worst traitor that there has been or will be!"

Leiting Ya defended himself in action and in speech.

"Junior Brother, you misunderstand me. All of us members of the sect have special interests, you see. What other choice did I have? Don't you think it's hard for me, too? I do it daily with all sorts of different women, and then later with all sorts of different men! I work hard day in and day out so we can all be happy together. What could I possibly have done wrong?"

Fang Yi couldn't help comment, "This is the first time I've heard anyone so delusional!"

Those who weren't in the know might even have thought that Leiting Ya was doing something particularly noble, giving up his sense of self for the big picture, bearing all the darkness of the sect himself, a paragon of self-sacrifice that no one else could compare to.

Leiting Ya sighed. "You don't understand how perverted everyone in the sect is. I suffer too—I take on the most odious task myself! Who would be aware of how much I suffer?"

"Silence! You've betrayed the entire sect's trust!" Leiting Zi roared. The mallet in his hands exploded. Rampaging lightning surged through the air and caused Leiting Ya's shield to explode in jade-green light.

"Am I wrong?" Leiting Ya asked, charging forward with his scimitar of lightning.

"Do you refuse to repent even at this juncture?!" Leiting Zi spread out both hands. His left hand was pitch-black as ink, and his right blazing like the sun. Solar energy seemed to emanate from his right hand, while yin energy surged in his left, shielded by lightning.

Leiting Zi decomposed lightning into yin and yang, transforming the two constituents into individual lightning mallets that held back Leiting Ya's scimitar.

Leiting Ya snorted. "If they weren't crazy, they wouldn't have allowed me to keep doing what I did. The elders were aware of what I've done from the beginning, but they didn't stop me. Why didn't they stop me? They had to be enjoying it, of course!"