Ultragenic Warlord

Chapter 695: Destruction in the Capital

Only then did the turncoat scalemen guards regret siding with aliens and the eighth prince. They had received no advantage to doing so. They were sent out as cannon fodder against Zhang Lie, where they were quickly annihilated.

The effect of Zhang Lie's [Fists of the Silent Sea] set off explosions through the streets, as though he had launched a cannon rather than punched with his fist. Even then, not all the energy from the attack had dissipated. As the attack spread through the capital, the ground began to cave in.

The entire capital seemed to have sunk by a few dozen centimeters, and the area directly in front of Zhang Lie and the two princes had turned into a huge, abyssal pit whose bottom couldn't be seen.

It seemed to stretch endlessly, and neither prince could make out any of the flesh or blood that had surely fallen in. Their foreheads began to bead with sweat. The crown prince, in particular, hadn't seen the extent of Zhang Lie's strength.

The only blow of Zhang Lie he had witnessed was within the hunting grounds. He knew that Zhang Lie was strong, but not this ridiculously strong. Was Zhang Lie truly still a biological lifeform? He was a monster! Just one punch had decimated thousands of superior- and peak-grade lifeforms, along with countless scalemen and the warlord of the Zijing.

The crown prince was certain that Zhang Lie had been hiding his strength during the royal hunt—what he was displaying now was his true strength.

If the crown prince were to learn that Zhang Lie hadn't been hiding his strength during the royal hunt, and had instead grown this much between the royal hunt and the present, he would be even more shocked.

By now, Zhang Lie had maxed out his superior and peak gene fragments—and not just the standard 100 fragments, either, but also the 50 limit fragments for each type. All that, combined with his ten disaster gene fragments, meant that he was at a completely different level of strength in comparison to his previous self.

Indeed, trying to compare Zhang Lie to his past self was an insult; they were simply incomparable in terms of strength.

Would anyone compare a regular-grade lifeform to a disaster-grade one, or an ant to a dragon? If Zhang Lie were to encounter Warlord Jin Yu again, he would be able to crush him before the warlord could activate his defensive abilities.

Even the ninth prince, who had remained by Zhang Lie's side all along, was surprised by the strength he could marshal. Jian Nong ho,se;f was sweating. He was very glad Zhang Lie hadn't fought him seriously, or he wouldn't have been able to survive.

Just as the crowd stood stupefied by Zhang Lie's attack, a beam of light pierced the skies from the center of the capital. The formless will of the world descended from the heavens.

The crown prince grew alarmed. "The ceremony's about to begin!"

The eighth prince and the Jinghun's actions were faster than predicted. Zhang Lie and the others had rushed over at their fastest speed in order to stop them before the ceremony could begin, but the eighth prince and the Jinghun had sped up as well to prevent such an occurrence.

Inheriting the position of the king of the realm required the will of the world's agreement. The eighth prince would have had to let the will of the world familiarize itself with him by communicating with it through the jade seal, and this was a process that would normally have taken three days or so. The eighth prince and Jinghun had, however, worked so quickly that their preparations were all complete.

"Regardless, I got here in time!" Zhang Lie leapt off the ground straight for the heart of the capital, followed by White and Whiter.

As they grew closer to the pillar of light, they saw a gigantic altar—an elevated stage—around which the Jinghun and large numbers of court officials were gathered. Atop the stage, the eighth prince held the jade seal high over his head with both hands. A beam of light emanated from the seal and struck the skies, sending feathers of light floating down and dancing around the eighth prince, a sign of the will of the world's attention.

Ren Kunjing turned to the unwelcome intruders and jeered, "Crown prince, you were too late!"

The eighth prince's body slowly rose into the skies. The crown prince gritted his teeth and yelled out, "Damn it, the link to the realm is starting!"

The eighth prince roared in laughter. "Eldest brother, I was nothing to you before. No one thought well of me, and everyone thought well of you. Even so, I'm the victor today!"

"You, who killed your brothers and your father—no bastard like you will ever call yourself my brother!"

The eighth prince shouted back, "When I take on the authority of the king of the realm, I'll sentence you all to death!"

"Aren't you ashamed? Joining hands with aliens to kill your own father—how can you stand to face us at all?"

"You think you're so great after doing well in the royal hunt, ninth brother? You're nothing compared to me, nothing!"

The ninth prince grew so angry his eyes were almost bulging. "Wake up, eighth brother! The Jinghun are just treating you like a puppet—they're making use of you!"

The eighth prince grinned disdainfully. "Look how jealous you are! Scram—since you're so weak, I won't mind sparing your life.

Otherwise, just you wait until I become the king of the realm. I'll destroy both of you together if you continue opposing me!"

Zhang Lie said not a word. He lifted his arm and punched forward. Genetic energy transformed into a frightening dragon, one which rushed toward the eighth prince with domineering authority. It broke through the sound barrier, sending peals of thunder around the capital.

Ren Kunjing leapt into the air and moved to defend against Zhang Lie's attack, but he couldn't stop Zhang Lie's genetic energy from exploding in mid-air, spreading out around him like a hurricane of water. Howling gales and a maelstrom of water terrorized the capital, sending buildings flying through the air. The altar splintered and cracked, and the eighth prince barely maintained his footing.

Ren Kunjing tried his best to disrupt the flood. However, despite being pushed back by Zhang Lie's dragon, he ultimately sent the dragon, who had been heading straight to the altar, flying up into the air, whereupon it exploded in a sharp burst of light.

The crown and ninth princes were incredibly shocked to see Ren Kunjing deal with one of Zhang Lie's punches seemingly unharmed, but no one could see that Ren Kunjing's hands were still trembling, that there were cracks spiderwebbing through the crystalline substance that made up his body.

Furthermore, he had hardly countered or neutralized the attack, just diverted it.

He frowned and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

Zhang Lie didn't respond to his question. Instead, he looked him up and down and asked, "Are you a Jinghun?"

Ren Kunjing snorted. "With this level of skill, you certainly can't be nameless. I've met all the warlords ranked above mine, but I've never heard of the likes of you."

The eighth prince continued floating in mid-air. Wisps of formless energy cradled him as the jade seal radiated with light. A multicolored heart manifested, releasing dazzling rays of rainbow light with every thump.

The heart slowly descended into the eighth prince's chest, trailing rainbow skeins of light.

This was the heart of the world! It granted its bearer the authority and might of the king of the realm, and it was currently assimilating with the eighth prince's body. Once the assimilation was complete, he would become the true king of the realm...