Chapter 1182: The Revived Death Spirit King
The king of chaos didn't want to give up on Zhang Lie so easily. As long as he managed to secure Zhang Lie, the rest of Team Zenith would also fall into his hands.
Zhang Lie frowned. "Are you crazy? Unifying the third realm would mean that everything in it belongs to me—even the world of primordial chaos and the halls of chaos!"
The king of chaos smirked. "Are you scared?"
"Not me—I'm just worried the stakes are too high for you."
The king of chaos laughed again. "Predicated on your victory."
Despite the Null Source being no match for Zhang Lie, the king of chaos remained confident. There was clearly something up his sleeve.
"You won't be competing with me yourself, will you?" Zhang Lie frowned.
The king of chaos replied, "I will—"
Zhang Lie made to back down.
"—but not with my main body. With my clones, instead."
Zhang Lie relaxed. He stood a chance, in that case. The king of chaos' clones were very strong, boasting supreme power among the three thousand worlds—but they were still weaker than the king of chaos himself.
There wasn't a big difference between three matches and one.
The king of chaos called out, "What, don't you dare? Think of the prize—the three thousand worlds!"
Zhang Lie gritted his teeth. "I'll accept the challenge."
The king of chaos laughed. "Haha! Think of this as some entertainment while waiting for the fragments. My clones are on their way."
Dressed in a long, elegant robe, with a black steel mask on his face, his eyes as dark as the river Lethe, a scepter in his left hand, and a black tome in his right, came the king of chaos' clone. Black bandages trailed down his arms; his prideful appearance was imbued with a force of primal attraction, one that belonged to a deity of darkness or a fallen angel.
Zhang Lie was shocked by the sight of the clone. Flustered, he cried out, "What are you doing here?!"
When the king of chaos saw Zhang Lie's reaction, he smiled in satisfaction. "How's my clone?"
This was the most out of sorts Zhang Lie had been since the start of the banquet.
"Your clone?"
The king of chaos nodded. "My newest clone, the Black Pharaoh."
To Zhang Lie, however, this clone was clearly the death spirit king. Zhang Lie's hands trembled in overwhelming shock. The death spirit king, whom Zhang Lie had defeated and who had perished in the aftermath of the war, had appeared before him once more as the king of chaos' clone...
Zhang Lie quickly understood what had happened. "I see. The reason you wanted to kill the death spirit king yourself, and the reason you claimed his corpse, was in order to create a new clone for yourself. You have the ability to transform corpses into clones—I don't think you should be called the king of chaos, but rather the king of the dead."
The king of chaos shrugged. "You've got one part right, at least."
Zhang Lie glanced all around him as he sucked in a deep breath."
To Zhang Lie, all the guests of the halls of chaos suddenly looked as though they were marionettes."
The king of chaos sighed. "They're all my guests, not my clones."
Zhang Lie continued to frown. He was unable to identify whether or not the guests really weren't the king of chaos' clones. He wanted to confirm something.
"Do you want to make me into your clone?"
Upon hearing Zhang Lie's hypothesis, the members of Team Zenith all looked toward the king of chaos with wild looks on their faces.
The king of chaos scowled. "I'm not a maniac—I wouldn't turn my companions into clones."
Zhang Lie's face darkened. He had promised to fight, and he wouldn't back out now. Regardless, one thing was clear: he couldn't lose this match.
Although he couldn't sense the same energy on the guests of chaos as on the king of chaos and his clones, who knew whether this was a ploy on the king of chaos' part?
Despite what the king of chaos claimed, if Zhang Lie really were to lose to one of the king of chaos' clones, what awaited him might not be revival via time reversal, but instead immediate cloning.
Zhang Lie turned to comfort the members of Team Zenith.
"There's no need to worry. We simply have to win."
The thought of unifying the three thousand worlds was too tempting to give up on, especially when it was offered so freely.
The king of chaos returned to his seat.
"Begin, then."
With a wave of the Black Pharaoh's black scepter, the river Lethe surged forward. Along the river, countless dead spirits congregated and were propelled toward Zhang Lie.
"[Fists of the Silent Sea: Soar]!" Pale blue genetic energy rippled about Zhang Lie's arms. He flicked his wrists, causing a frightening aura to descend on the world. The hall began to darken, and a fish the size of a whale materialized in the air.
A howling gale swept over the hall. As more and more genetic energy gathered around Zhang Lie's arms, it looked as though he were at the heart of a whirlpool.
A huge wave soared into the air. As Zhang Lie punched forward, the fish slammed its huge tail on the ground and sent a torrent of water surging.
Ripples of energy spread out from Zhang Lie, warping the space around him. The towering waves looked like enraged black dragons, flooding the arena.
A huge rumble shook the heavens, and the entire hall quaked.
The river and the spirits it conveyed were all smashed to pieces. A frightening burst of energy emitted from Zhang Lie in the aftermath of the attack, causing the world of primordial chaos itself to quake.
The explosion of energy was like a ravenous beast that swallowed up all life in its vicinity.
Countless black bandages appeared on the Black Pharaoh's body, each inscribed with incomprehensible runes.
The black bandages somehow managed to block the waves of energy in their entirety.
The Black Pharaoh pointed at the ground with his scepter, drawing a circle around himself. His voice was hoarse and sounded like the screams of hellbound spirits. "Wind, forbidden."
The Black Pharaoh's invocation seemed to touch on natural law itself. The next moment, all the air went still in his vicinity, the air that had been rampaging an instant before turning as calm and docile as a puppy.
The Black Pharaoh struck forward with his scepter, parting the tides of energy in twain.
"[The Boundless Blade: Yawning Wave]!"
Zhang Lie extended his pointer finger like a sword, and water-attuned genetic energy gathered around it. As he waved his finger, sword energy erupted like a wave, accompanied by a giant shark.
Sword energy flew toward the Black Pharaoh, who intoned once more, "Swords, weapons, forbidden."
The moment the Black Pharaoh spoke, the sword energy winked out. However, the shark composed of genetic energy continued to surge toward him, and he had to fend off the attack with his scepter.
Zhang Lie called out, "What an interesting ability."
Black genetic energy poured from his body, corroding the surrounding air, and gathered by his back.
"[Ninecarp Transformation]!" The black serpent, which resembled the world-swallowing serpent Jormungandr, let out a threatening hiss as its scales clicked together.
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