Ultragene Warlord

Chapter 1564: Who's the Fool

A battered laboratory lay in the heart of an isolated zone of space.

This laboratory had a horrible reputation; it was once where cruel human research had been conducted before it came to light and was destroyed by forces across the universe.

The fact that it had somehow survived shocked all those forces.

This had happened over a hundred years ago, and the laboratory had been defunct for many years. Moss had grown all over it, but what no one knew was that, deep underground, the laboratory was still functional.

An ultramodern underground chamber had been preserved, and its owner was none other than the eighth Immortal King.

This was a secret base he had set up long ago, where he continued to perform unethical experiments.

A rumbling noise filled the underground chamber as the eighth Immortal King walked out of the apparatus in poor condition.

His heart and mind were in chaos, and his mental fluctuations had reached a crescendo. His gaze brightened and dimmed sporadically. He gritted his teeth, sweating all over, muscles clenched. He clutched his head and smashed it into the wall repeatedly.

The eighth Immortal King bellowed, "Zhang Yi, you bastard! Get out of my head!"

Another voice spoke up from the eighth Immortal King's mouth in an insouciant fashion. "Oh, little Eight, have you forgotten that this body ultimately belongs to me?"

The eighth Immortal King repeated, "Get out of my head!"

Anyone witnessing the scene would think the eighth Immortal King crazy, that he had multiple personality disorder.

The eighth Immortal King pretended to cry. "Oh, how hurtful! Eight, I didn't know you would be so heartless. You've taken my body for yourself and now want me to scram! You heartless scumbag, isn't my body good enough for you?"

The eighth Immortal King clutched his head as he slammed it against the wall again.

The eighth Immortal King sobbed. "You used to call me Sweetie and Baby. Have you already grown tired of my body?"

The eighth Immortal King clutched his head and groaned. "You vile thief. You're taking advantage of your son wounding my mind and soul to attempt to reclaim your body for yourself. Dream on!"

Despite his bravado, the eighth Immortal King was on the losing end of things. Zhang Lie's final few attacks all bore frightening intent that wounded both his body and his soul.

Despite the fact that what lay in that virtual realm was only a mental projection, the eighth Immortal King had been wounded beyond what he had ever suffered.

An ordinary person would be able to heal from such a spiritual injury within a few years, but the eighth Immortal King's situation was fragile to begin with. Zhang Lie's battery of attacks almost caused his soul to dissipate entirely in the physical world.

Zhang Yi, who had been suppressed by the eighth Immortal King's soul, was now taking advantage of these circumstances to attempt to seize control. The eighth Immortal King was so badly wounded that just blocking his attacks was challenging.

"Where in the world did that lad come from?!"

Before meeting Zhang Lie, if someone had warned the eighth Immortal King that this would be a challenging venture, he would definitely have given them a slap.

He was the eighth Immortal King, once legend and phenom of the universe! Who in the fifth realm was unaware of his identity? How could he lose to a member of the younger generation?

If he hadn't encountered someone as ridiculous as Zhang Lie, he would never have suffered defeat.

To the eighth Immortal King, the Rising Stars Cup should have been a piece of a cake, a vacation and nothing more.

He would enter the tournament, then the finals, then make his preparations and reap the spoils. It was that simple.

However, the eighth Immortal King found that he had miscalculated—and that the source of his miscalculations was that damn Zhang Yi's son.

"Where did that cultivator come from?!"

His spiritual injuries were simply too severe. The condition of his soul had been poor to begin with, and he was now so weak that even Zhang Yi's soul might be able to trump his. He couldn't help but curse again.

How could the situation have ended up like this?!

Zhang Lie's existence was simply ridiculous. It was as though fate itself were conspiring against him.

Zhang Lie's skill with the sword transcended his age. It didn't seem like something any cultivator could refine within even a hundred years. In comparison to Zhang Lie, the ninth Immortal King might as well be trash.

The eighth Immortal King grinned in conceit. "Well? My son's great, isn't he?"

The eighth Immortal King roared, "One day, I'll slice up your son's body, mash up your wife and feed her to the dogs, and burn your whole family to the ground!"

Zhang Yi shook his head and sighed. "Eight, don't you think you should consider whether you can enforce that threat in your current state?"

The eighth Immortal King roared, "I was able to possess your body back then. You won't be able to get free from me!"

As the spiritual fight continued, the eighth Immortal King grew more and more surprised.

He had managed to gain control over Zhang Yi's body easily, and Zhang Yi barely had any spiritual defenses. His victory was all but assured.

Even now, despite his spiritual damage, Zhang Yi was only a fragment of a soul. Considering his lack of spiritual ability years before, why was the eighth Immortal King having such a hard time against him now?

Zhang Yi laughed coldly. "Why do you think you were able to seize control of my body back then?"

The eighth Immortal King replied with a scoff, "You might have defeated me, but you wouldn't have expected such a trump card."

Zhang Yi laughed. "I thought you would have reflected on your victory after all these years, but it looks like I've overestimated your intelligence."

The eighth Immortal King frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I can see the future," Zhang Yi replied. "Do you really think I wouldn't have known about your plan?"

The eighth Immortal King stilled.

"Of course I knew what you were going to do!"

The eighth Immortal King was so shocked that he forgot about his spiritual pain for the moment. "Impossible. You mean all this is part of your plan?!"

Have I been the fool all along?

A spiritual fight was fraught with danger. A moment's carelessness could cause one's soul to be lost, forever consumed.

During the course of the conversation, Zhang Yi had shaken the eighth Immortal King's mind and soul.

He took advantage of this opportunity to attack, tearing at the eighth Immortal King.

Emotions were the strongest weapons in such a fight.

Zhang Yi had repeatedly manipulated the eighth Immortal King's mental state to gain the upper hand in this fight.

The eighth Immortal King roared, "Impossible! I stole your body and managed to wrest control over your future vision!"

Zhang Yi laughed. "And what gave you that impression? How do you know I didn't just deliberately feed you a few images I saw?"

That was a critical blow for the eighth Immortal King, who immediately lost any chance of retaliation.