Ultragene Warlord-Chapter 1406: A Great Uproar

"Hahaha, hahaha!"

The demonic figurine roared in mad laughter, all rationality having fled from its eyes.

The demonic ruler had eroded at the figurine's thought processes, and the black bone lance had only exacerbated it. "To think that I would have recovered the relic of Heaven during this battle, that it was sealed away in this demonic ruler! I truly have to thank you."

The bone lance shook and trembled in thirst. It wanted to feast on blood and soul.

"Do you hear it? The bone lance hungers for your soul. To thank you, let me make you its first sacrifice."

The demonic figurine's eyes were pulsing with blood. It had turned into nothing more than a madman.

The figurine charged forward with the black lance in hand, pointed straight at the center of Sun Xiaowu's forehead. A fearsome aura emanated from the lance, and all the spectators felt as though they could hear the cries of the millions of condemned souls of hell.

"A cursed lance..." Sun Xiaowu's gaze was ice-cold. He didn't know about the origins of the lance, but he could easily hear the screams of countless souls, trapped in the spear's depths by the grievances they left behind in death.

The spear had to have absorbed the grudges and grievances of millions of lifeforms.

"For what you've done, you have to die." Sun Xiaowu's voice was chilly in its calmness. His armored clones condensed into one body, shining as brightly as the stars and illuminating the dark-red sky.

"[Blinding Flash: Echo of Origins]!"

With a low shout, the clones overlapped with Sun Xiaowu. A dense layer of golden runes appeared over his skin with a bright burst of genetic energy. The figure of a mecha behind Sun Xiaowu grew larger and larger. Runes decorated his body, glowing behind his back like a burning sun.

A hundred, two hundred, three hundred... a thousand, two thousand, three thousand meters—Sun Xiaowu's growth showed no sign of stopping. As the mecha grew, so too did Sun Xiaowu's own strength.

Ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand meters—everyone spectating watched Sun Xiaowu in awe.

The mecha reached the maximum size that the virtual realm could tolerate.

Sun Xiaowu's [Blinding Flash: Echo of Origins] had changed greatly from what he had used in his fight against Zhang Lie back in the third realm. The golden light was so concentrated it almost seemed solid, and it was surrounded with golden runes.

The black bone lance thrust into the golden radiance. Despite its fearsome penetrating power, its seeming invincibility, it was unable to pass through the golden armor.

Sun Xiaowu made his move then, clashing against the lance, which emitted black soulfire. Golden light radiated through the sky. The figurine flipped backwards, vomiting out blood.

The spectators gaped. An ordinary cultivator struck by the bone lance would fall dead on the spot and transformed into part of the lance's power.

However, Sun Xiaowu had survived such a fate and even caused the spear's wielder to vomit out blood. The disparity in strength was beyond compare.

The lance wasn't weak, but the demonic figurine was unable to draw out its full strength after such a drawn-out battle.

Having lost its rationality, the figurine could not even consider the prospect of surrendering. Black mist surged around it, composed of millions of unfortunate souls, as it attacked once again.

"[Goldenscale Palm: Shattersoul]!"

The mecha's golden fists glimmered with radiance, and golden runes circled them. The light burned like flames. The souls were pushed apart, and the fists even caused the cursed lance's projection to crack.

The demonic figurine gathered the last of its strength and tossed the lance toward Sun Xiaowu like a bolt of black lightning. The shrill scream of souls followed in its wake.

"Open!" Sun Xiaowu's body glowed with light as golden feathers floated into the air.

"[Golden Divide: the Radiant Sun]!"

Light flooded the sky. Golden radiance, bright and dense as an ocean, fell in a flood.

The black bone lance stopped short before him, blocked by golden runes, before shattering in a burst of black flame.

The mecha shone with blinding light like an incandescent sun as it punched forward. Golden runes whirled about its surface. The demonic figurine exploded into fine mist.

The galactic forums were in an uproar.

"This is an incredible match! To think that that cursed bone lance would make an appearance again..."

"Just who is that cultivator, to have beat the successor of Heaven?"

"That's no successor of Heaven, just a remnant figurine that somehow developed intelligence. It bore a few tricks of Heaven and gave itself that nickname."

"But that bone lance is the real thing!"

"To be honest, by the end of the battle, the figurine was already badly wounded. If it had begun using the bone lance at full strength, the outcome of the battle might be different."

"A victory is a victory—that's all there is to it."

"Have you all noticed that the figurine's opponent looks rather familiar?"

"It must be a member of some famous race—hold on, isn't that the same race as the dark horse's?"

"Another dark horse?"

"Two dark horses have already appeared during the qualifiers for this iteration of the Cup. One managed to defeat the so-called invincible member of the Solarvine race, while the other defeated the child of Divinity Qinglian. The first one bears the nickname 'the darkest of dark horses', or so I'm told."

"You're not saying that all the dark horses come from the same race, are you?"

"Just what race is this?"

"Many galaxies are trying to find out. They'll succeed sooner or later."

"I heard that this race was present centuries, even millennia, ago. It's an ancient race."

Someone suddenly shouted, "Go look! That lance-wielder's going mad!"

Back in the dimensional realm, after the conclusion of the match, Zhang Lie sighed in musing. "Our Xiaowu really has grown much stronger, hasn't he?"

Sun Mengmeng frowned. "If the battle is over, shouldn't Sun Xiaowu already be back? Where is he?"

Bu Wentian pointed at Sun Xiaowu's apparatus. "He's in that coffin."

Zhang Lie asked, "Could something have gone wrong?"

If the battle was over, Sun Xiaowu should be out by now. Zhang Lie couldn't help but worry.

Bu Wentian blanched as he thought of a possibility. "Could it be... No... But perhaps..."

Zhang Lie frowned. "What do you know?"

Bu Wentian wasn't certain. His face was serious as he murmured, "That bone lance might be harder to deal with than I expected."

Sun Mengmeng instantly turned anxious. "What do you mean?"

Bu Wentian continued, "The bone lance might have affected Sun Xiaowu directly even through his protective gold-attuned armor. Sun Xiaowu's mental avatar might be contesting the bone lance's might at the moment."

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