Ultragenic Warlord

Chapter 950: A Demonstration of Power

Xing Ying's eyes narrowed. "It looks like we'll have to remind them of our strength."

Zhang Lie waved a hand. "It's not a problem. Once the superior worlds contact them, they'll beg to join us. We'll head off to the superior worlds' meeting for now."

Zhang Lie motioned the disaster-grade multicolored dragon over.

After being fed by Zhu for some time, and after consuming a portion of the world's energy, the disaster-grade multicolored dragon had undergone a rather impressive evolution. Gold Comet, whose evolution enhanced its speed rather than its size, was the exception rather than the norm. Most disaster-grade lifeforms grew larger, like the multicolored dragon.

Its body had grown larger by a third again of its volume, and the radiant gem-like scales studding its body were even more eye-catching. It looked like a phantasmagorical creature, glowing in all the colors of the rainbow. Its large wings covered up the sky, and the crown of light that had condensed over its head had gained a rainbow-colored corona.

The disaster-grade multicolored dragon was just a step away from monarch-grade, but the threshold would be a difficult one to cross.

The warlords stepped into the palace atop the multicolored dragon. As its wings flapped, the dragon took to the air, far faster now than he had ever been before. It didn't take long before they returned to the Zongming world anew.

The moment the disaster-grade dragon landed in the Zongming world, Li Zongming sensed it. Overjoyed by his son-in-law's return, Li Zongming immediately teleported to the palace on the dragon's back, causing the warlords to look at each other warily.

Zhang Lie waved a hand, calming them down. "Don't worry, it's an ally."

Li Zongming sighed in relief, "Zhang Lie, you're finally back! We've been waiting for you."

"Are you ready?"

Li Zongming shrugged. "There's nothing much I have to prepare. I'm just waiting for the envoys to return."

Li Zongming noticed the warlords gathering behind Zhang Lie. "These are your reinforcements?" he asked.

"These are warlords from the third realm, yes, the strongest hunters from my dimension. They're among the top three of the most powerful forces under my command."

The most powerful force was undoubtedly Team Zenith, but the second-most powerful wasn't the warlords. Rather, it was the genetic lifeforms that Zhu was taking care of. The third-most powerful force was the band of warlords. However, the genetic lifeforms in his farm were difficult to corral and command, and the warlords were superior in that regard.

Li Zongming nodded. "Very good."

"Where's Qianlin?" Zhang Lie asked.

"In her room." Li Zongming dipped his head with a knowing smile.

Zhang Lie turned around. "Prepare for the upcoming meeting. I have an important task to take care of."

He had to go spend some time with his girlfriend—there was no more important or sacrosanct task than that.

Zhang Lie continued, "I'll let all of you know when it's time to set off."

He ran off into the distance, making his way into Li Qianlin's room. When she saw him, she asked, "How are things in the draconian world?"

"I assigned them some tasks to accomplish before the war starts in earnest. Did you miss me the last two days?"

"A litt—no, of course not! I'm not one of those vixens who'll stick to you after being away from you for a single day," Li Qianlin corrected herself hastily.

Zhang Lie smirked. "So you admit you miss me?"

Li Qianlin blushed. "Who would be interested in a fellow like you? It's just that I feel a bit less safe without you around..."

Li Zongming coughed politely outside the door, dispelling the heated atmosphere that was starting to form around the couple. Li Qianlin's cheeks turned redder.

Zhang Lie turned and called out, "What's the matter?"

"The superior worlds' envoys are here!"

"I'll be setting off with your father, then."

Li Qianlin frowned in worry. "Take care of Father, please, as well as yourself."

"Don't worry—I'm hardly a weakling. I can take down a few superior worlds even if they decide to go against me," Zhang Lie reassured her. "Even if not, I can at least run away."

The superior worlds' envoys were drenched in pride so thick Zhang Lie could almost see it oozing off them. Disdain was written in their every action and expression.

"I'll praise you for not running away, at least. You might be a new king of the realm, but you're not stupid. It'll save me some time."

Li Zongming asked, "Where will the meeting be held?"

The envoy snorted. "You don't need to know that—just follow behind us. You're just here out of formality—or do you really think you can compare to the other eight kings of the realm?"

Zhang Lie very much wanted to punch the arrogant envoy in the face.

"Bring all of your men along. The kings are interested in inspecting the forces that your world can bring to bear."

Zhang Lie beckoned the disaster-grade multicolored dragon over, whereas Li Zongming summoned his golden-winged roc. The warlords had all gathered within the palace on the dragon's back.

The envoy smirked at the disaster-grade dragon. "Is this all you've got?"

Zhang Lie rolled up his sleeves and was about to smash a fist into the envoy when Li Zongming suddenly pulled him back. "Tolerate it for just a bit longer, please," he hissed.

Punching the envoy now would only complicate matters.

The envoy ignored Zhang Lie's actions and pulled out a rock, from which Zhang Lie could sense the energies of at least five kings of superior worlds. The rock itself bore traces of heaven's might.

"This is—the product of combining the power of multiple kings of superior worlds?" Zhang Lie asked, frowning.

The envoy had no intention of answering. He smashed the rock apart.

Shards of rock fell into the void, whereupon they interacted with arcane runes and snippets of natural law. Subsequently, those laws began to morph and shift as Li Zongming's forehead beaded with sweat. A tunnel appeared before them, its entrance ringed by nine different colored energies.

Scarlet flame, blood-red clouds, an ancient mystery, death and desolation—all these concepts, wrapped around each other, formed a mysterious tunnel at its center.

"Let's go." The envoy stepped through the tunnel without looking back.