Chapter 1557: Eight Seals of the Immortal King

"So that's how it is. No wonder you're so annoying, so vile. You're the son of that bastard, Zhang Yi. This explains everything. Is this the result of so-called karma?"

Zhang Yi? Zhang Lie's father's name was Zhang Yanyang, but those familiar with him called him Zhang Yi. This was because his catchphrase was "It's too easy." [1]

Eventually, everyone familiar with him began calling him Zhang Yi.

Zhang Lie's eyes were chilly. "You've seen my father? No, what have you done to him?"

The man in dark green robes shrugged. "I killed him, of course. Not only that, I stole his body. His eyes that can see the future are rather interesting. It's a pity that I only discovered afterwards that his eyes weren't the source of his power; his soul was. Even with his body, while suppressing his soul, I could only see occasional flashes of the future."

"Impossible!"

The man smirked. "What's so impossible about it? Your father was a little skilled, but he was no match for me at my prime. Oh, by the way, many of the techniques I used against you were from your father. His wife, on the other hand... That madwoman was somewhat annoying. I dealt with her too."

Zhang Lie blanched, his genetic energy fluctuating rapidly.

Could the soul fragments that the man was suppressing truly belong to his father? His parents' letter made it clear that they had gone to the fifth realm. Had they been killed by the man in dark green robes there?

If this were the truth, what was Zhang Lie going to tell Zhang Hanxiang?

If the cultivators' physical bodies were present in this realm, Zhang Lie would have considered trying to catch the man, interrogate him, and force him to release his father's soul fragments, but the man was only a virtual projection in this realm. It would be impossible for him to catch the man.

"No, something's wrong!"

Zhang Lie didn't allow himself to be tricked by the shadow of a truth that the man had revealed. There was an important hole in his logic.

The man taunted, "What? Don't you believe the reality in front of you?"

"If it really were so simple, your own soul would never have ended up in such a state."

Zhang Lie deeply believed that his parents wouldn't have allowed themselves to die so easily. There had to be something more to the story.

This was the first time the man had grown truly enraged, his face fierce. "It's none of your business!"

The light infused in his fists drew in yin and yang as he charged up for an incredible blow.

"[Solar Tortoise Fist]!"

The combination of yin and yang energies gave rise to a curious transformation and the production of chaos. Even the void began to shatter in the vicinity of the attack, shocking all the onlookers.

Zhang Lie held Guicang in his left hand, shining with the light of the blood moon. He held Hanguang in his right hand, ablaze with black flame. Blood-red genetic energy evaporated like steam. Wielding his twin blades, Zhang Lie unleashed a dizzying flurry of attacks in the air.

Solar radiance burst forth as the flames of the black sun licked the air. Superheated, blood-red steam filled the ancient hall. Yin energy froze the air before the slash of the blood moon shattered it. Thousands of sword slashes rained down like a storm.

The two cultivators were almost evenly matched, and victory couldn't be decided quickly.

"[Eight Seals of the Immortal King]!" he shouted.

This was an unfathomable strength, as though a pocket world had been established to trap everyone within.

In the void, each drop of blood corresponded to a single rune. Silver and golden light flared with blinding radiance, like a divine flame roaring to life, surrounding Zhang Lie and sealing him away.

The blood was transforming into a prison, an ancient hall, the likes of which could not be broken.

The spectators all stumbled back, shocked to no end by the mysterious aura that it gave off. They felt as though their avatars might very well be sucked in if they were too near.

The golden runes interlaced and formed eight seals, each like a golden blade piercing the void and sealing everything within.

The runes of light interlocked like chains.

Li Feng, who had once fought against the ninth Immortal King, cried out, "This is the [Nine Seals of the Immortal King]!"

Sun Xiaowu made a bold hypothesis. "Could this be the ninth Immortal King?"

Fang Yi gave him a look. "Are you joking?"

Zhou Ying nodded. "We've all seen the ninth Immortal King fight Li Feng. He's hardly this strong."

Sun Xiaowu frowned. "But according to those cultivators from the fifth realm, except for the Immortal King, no other can use the [Nine Seals of the Immortal King]."

Sun Mengmeng, who had been paying careful attention to the fight, noticed an irregularity. "Hold on. Did any of you notice that there were only eight seals and eight blades? One less than the ninth Immortal King's."

Yang Ze scratched his head. "What, could there be a counterfeit version of that technique?"

Li Feng seemed to have come up with something. He shook his head. "He isn't the ninth Immortal King."

The other members of Team Zenith looked over. "You know who he is?"

"The [Nine Seals of the Immortal King] is a technique unique to the ninth Immortal King, but he wasn't the one who established such a technique. All Immortal Kings before him knew it, too, but with one fewer seal to its name."

At this point, the other members of Team Zenith understood what was going on, too.

The eighth Immortal King! Only an Immortal King could use this specialized sealing technique, and there were eight seals. Who else could it be but the eighth Immortal King?

The eighth Immortal King's eyes glowed with light, his pupils transforming into two silver lengths of rope that invoked the fundamental principle of order.

Zhang Lie's cheeks bled; he had almost been struck.

The eighth Immortal King continued making complicated gestures with his hands, forming deific flames that burned the interior of the ancient hall to a crisp.

Divine radiance blared, erupting from the seal like a thousand volcanoes. The sudden resplendence disoriented the spectators.

Sun Xiaowu asked, "But isn't the eighth Immortal King a cultivator from a previous generation? How did he get into this tournament? And according to those cultivators of the fifth realm, all prior Immortal Kings had been lost to the annals of history. Allegedly, they perished in the final trial of the Hall of Immortals."

Li Feng replied, "All of that is legend. Has anyone seen the corpses of the Immortal Kings for themselves?"

Despite the fact that the man was the eighth Immortal King, with a technique with one fewer seal than the ninth, the force and pressure of that technique was on another level entirely. It didn't seem weaker than the ninth Immortal King's, but stronger.

The ancient hall that the cage of runes had transformed into was completely sealed off from the outside world, and the situation within couldn't be seen.

The members of Team Zenith couldn't help but worry about their captain.

However, they were fully confident in his abilities. A cage that even Li Feng could break out of shouldn't be able to trap Zhang Lie, who was even stronger. Despite the fact that the eighth Immortal King seemed stronger than the ninth, there was no reason Zhang Lie ought to remain trapped.

He was that strong.

"It's time to end this farce!"

The eighth Immortal King's pupils shone with silver light limned with gold. The beams of light shot straight at the hall, burning it whole with deific radiance.

The aura around the eighth Immortal King surged, and many of the spectators couldn't help but tremble at the force of his might.

1. And 'easy' in Mandarin is 易, read 'yi'. I suppose you could make a pun and write it as Yisy... ☜