Ultragenic Warlord

Chapter 787: Golden Qilin

"[Blinding Flash: Thousandfold Echo]!" Sun Xiaowu split into a thousand clones, each of which summoned a golden mecha.

Sun Xiaowu couldn't help but be reminded of something that Zhang Lie had mentioned in the second realm. "When you manage to combine your clones with your [Adamantine Aegis: Martial God], you'll surely unlock a lot more of the potential of your framework."

Following Zhang Lie's guidance, Sun Xiaowu had finished this program, combining the two techniques together into one ultimate skill.

"[Golden Divide]!" The thousand mechas all used [Golden Divide] simultaneously. Each strike was like a miniature sun, and the entire sky turned glittering gold.

Out of each mecha grew a long blade, over five meters wide and so long they seemed to pierce the clouds. The blades formed a waterfall of golden light, tearing apart the greenskin king's axe strikes in a mere instant.

The greenskin king's face grew alarmed. He hadn't expected that Sun Xiaowu possessed such a trump card up his sleeve. He immediately began swinging his axe around rapidly. The blade of the axe was so sturdy that it didn't break even when subject to the golden light.

The greenskin king tried to swing his axe around a larger radius to dissipate the golden light and reflect the attack, but he had underestimated Sun Xiaowu's strength.

The golden light carried so much momentum with it that the king was buffeted all around the sky. If not for the surprising strength of his axe, it would have been destroyed in an instant.

Sun Xiaowu took the opportunity to exert even more pressure on the greenskin king. As he struck once and again, the sky suddenly began to crack.

"As expected." Sun Xiaowu had a suspicion as to why this was happening. When he caught the axe with both hands, Sun Xiaowu recalled feeling as though the weight of the entire world was against him.

He was certain that the greenskin king's axe was none other than the proof of kingship itself.

Upon sensing the crack that had developed in the sky, the greenskin king grew even more alarmed, but Sun Xiaowu seemed heedless to the damage he was causing. After all, it wasn't his world that he was destroying.

As more beams of golden light struck the greenskin king's axe, more and more cracks appeared in the sky. Unfortunately for Sun Xiaowu, his genetic energy couldn't last very long. The thousands of golden mechas around him grew illusory, and he was forced to consume a restorative from his storage space.

This restorative was something developed by the research academy in the kingdom of Limit in the second realm, and it allowed hunters to restore their genetic energy.

As he glanced at the greenskin king in the sky, he sighed. "If only I could divide myself into ten thousand clones—I would have been able to kill the greenskin king in one blow!"

Suddenly, purple light began to radiate from the king. Two suns appeared in the air, one gold and the other purple.

As the purple sun fell from the sky, a frightening pressure descended on Sun Xiaowu. All the greenskins in the world could sense the overwhelming pressure, and they slowly prostrated themselves on the ground.

The purple sun continued to fall, causing the battlefield to blaze with heat like red-hot metal.

Even before the sun struck the ground, Sun Xiaowu could sense the burgeoning energy within.

The greenskin king had suffered greatly due to Sun Xiaowu's golden beams. His arms were trembling incessantly, and his legs had been cut off. Wounds scarred his body, but the king didn't run away. It wasn't out of pride; if he were to run, the entire world might be destroyed.

The greenskin king shot forward in an arc. His body burned with glimmering purple energy.

The falling sun was over a thousand meters wide in diameter, and it was so large it could easily swallow up the entire battlefield.

Sun Xiaowu's face turned serious.

"[Goldenscale Palm: Qilin]!" The golden mechas exploded with golden radiance. Their forms dissipated into motes of golden light, which shot toward Sun Xiaowu's own mecha and augmented it.

Originally ten meters tall, Sun Xiaowu's mecha grew over a thousand meters in height, its body wrapped up in golden runes. It was as large as the falling sun. It bent its arms as golden energy shone from its body and illuminated the heavens. Thousands of clones merged into Sun Xiaowu's main body, and the countless activated copies of the technique merged into one.

Golden scales covered up Sun Xiaowu's arm as it grew thicker and thicker, and the image of a golden qilin appeared behind him. In his mecha form, augmented by his thousand clones all stacked atop each other, the might of his golden qilin grew by at least fifty times, if not a hundred.

As he swung his fists forward, the golden qilin materialized and soared into the air, its scales radiant and shining with golden light. It basked in the golden skies, its aura growing so bright that it seemed as though a qilin god had descended on the world. Its long whiskers floated in the air as golden clouds wrapped around his body.

The qilin shone like a sun in its own right, five thousand meters long after being augmented by his mecha form. It took up the entire battlefield, and was so immense in size that even the purple sun seemed to be nothing but its plaything.

The greenskin king recoiled in shock. "Just what is this monster?!"

The golden qilin opened its maw wide and bit down on the sun, shattering it. Purple flame burst from the sun's surface, but its flames could hardly hurt the golden qilin.

The qilin then shot toward the sky, breaking through the cloud cover. Within its mouth, barely holding on for dear life, propping its jaws open with his axe, was the greenskin king.

As the king continued to struggle, more and more cracks appeared in the sky.

The qilin boasted such absolute strength that even the proof of kingship was unable to mitigate the force completely. A crack appeared on the axe's blade as the greenskin king burned his own vitality to activate a technique of last resort. A purple aura radiated from him as a purple halo of light materialized over his head.

The king struck. His axe flashed, forcing the qilin's mouth wide open and allowing him to break free.