Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 294 Sell well
Led by Xue Shan Zhi Yan, Zhou Leng headed to the camp of the Ice and Snow Cult.

Shen Jun and the other demonized warriors of the Demon Worshiping Cult hurriedly followed, fearing they would be surrounded and attacked by demons.

The monsters were abuzz with discussion.

"When did human warriors become able to ride on the heads of demons?"

"When you become a Martial Saint."

"..."

"Anyone who dares to offend the Ice and Snow Cult and the Pale Queen can go and cause them trouble, but I certainly don't dare."

"Actually, Lava Fire shouldn't have been killed by him in just a few moves, but he didn't expect the other party to be so ruthless, deciding life and death with a single strike."

"The Pale Queen and her Moon Legion dislike fire-type monsters. The more he kills them, the happier the Pale Queen is."

"When the Ice Demons of the Suspended Moon Legion return, they might even support him."

"I don't trust humans, especially martial artists; some of them have brains that are even dirtier than those of demon spirit masters."

"If you are not of demigod blood, stay away from him."

Everyone turned to look at the speaking monster. Below its neck was what appeared to be a human wearing a magnificent black robe with gilded gold accents. Its skin was fair, and every part of it shimmered with a subtle light. It was exquisite, elegant, and exuded the air of a noble scholar.

Above the neck, wisps of black smoke swirled around a blood-red book, its surface covered with veins that intertwined to form a six-pointed star.

To desecrate a pageboy.

They live in the seventh level of the Demon Prison, in the Desecrated Library, and are members of the Desecrated Scholars Legion. Their lord is the Book of All Evil.

"What, did you discover something?"

“I sensed a powerful aura of demonic power emanating from him; his status far surpasses your imagination,” said the Blasphemous Bookboy.

"What exactly happened? What is his identity?"

"He is either a projection of a great demon, or a key collaborator of a great demon in the human world, who granted him top-tier demonic power. There is a power in his heartbeat that I fear."

"No wonder he dared to kill Lava Heart, perhaps he was a servant of the Pale Queen."

“You have blasphemed the pageboy. You should report this to the invincible Lord Dark Wrath.”

“Of course.” The blasphemous page turned and left.

The other monsters made way.

The Blasphemous Scholars themselves are not particularly strong, but as advisors to the Demon Prison, they often hold a rank one level above the Demon Lords.

Blasphemers are also the target of all demons' protection, because once a Blasphemer dies, the head of the Book of Blasphemy will transform into a true Book of Magic, from which memories and information can be read.

For the enemies of the Demon Prison, each book of blasphemy is an extremely important source of intelligence.

Under normal circumstances, blasphemous scholars are rarely allowed near the battlefield.

The blasphemous pageboy entered the huge cave behind the town, which was pitch black inside.

"Invincible Dark Wrath, I have discovered a strange human warrior..." The Blasphemous Book Boy slowly recounted the events and his analysis.

"What do you want to do?" a deep voice came from inside.

A powerful aura wafted along with the sound, like a breeze.

The blasphemous page pondered for a moment and said, "This person holds a high position in the Ice and Snow Cult and doesn't seem like a spy. I'm afraid he might be competing with you for profits. But his background is unpredictable, and if he really offends the Pale Queen or other great demons, it could be detrimental to you."

“Ordinary great demons are fine; my father can handle them easily. But if it's a lord like the Pale Queen, it would indeed be a problem.”

"I think it would be better to send another strong person to test him. If he loses, it has nothing to do with you; just force him to leave. If he wins, it will inevitably stir up the resentment of the demons again. If you personally step forward to win him over, he will surely accept your goodwill."

"That's right. If he really has the strength to be in the top fifty of the youth rankings, as you say, it will be of great help in reaching the highest peak."

"What I'm afraid of is that he's after the Dragon Blood Flower."

"As long as he is strong enough to help me reach the highest mountain, what's wrong with giving him a Dragon Blood Flower!"

"You are indeed broad-minded."

"go a head."

"Yes."

The blasphemous page turned and left. In the dark cave, two pairs of huge black-gold eyes gleamed faintly.

A moment later, the blasphemous pageboy came running back quickly.

"What, do you need me to step in now to resolve the resentment of the demons and win him over?" Dark Wrath slowly rose to his feet.

The pageboy looked embarrassed and said, "No."

"what happened?"

"My original plan was to have the Flesh Giant, ranked 97th on the Youth Ranking, fight him, but unexpectedly, the Ten-Eyed Bow suddenly ambushed him from afar. That man went berserk and killed more than twenty of them. If you hadn't intervened, he would have wiped out all the monsters, leaving not a trace of resentment..."

A sudden gust of wind arose inside the cave, and a huge black shadow swept across the sky and flew away from the cave entrance.

The blasphemous page awkwardly touched the top of the Book of Blasphemy, as if scratching his head, and quickly ran back.

"stop!"

A jet-black dragon, over twenty meters long, flapped its wings and hovered in mid-air.

His appearance resembled a black dragon, with two eyes on each side of his head, and dragon horns behind his head that looked like a row of thick, sharp spikes arranged in a fan shape.

At the junction of his neck and back, a second black dragon head grew, its eyes tightly closed, its mouth slightly open, through which a black fireball could be seen spinning rapidly.

Legend has it that the Starry Sky Ridge Demon Dragon is tens of thousands of kilometers long, with dragon heads growing all over its back.

The deep, dark fury floated in the air like a dark cloud, looking down.

Corpses littered the ground, and a figure was rapidly collecting the storage organization of the demon spirit bag or the demons, completely ignoring him.

The rest of the monsters stood at a distance, still shaken.

Whether they were demons, sirens, orcs, dragons, or humans who worshipped demons, an indelible shock lingered in their eyes.

There was not a trace of resentment.

Dark Wrath glanced at the figure picking up the spoils of war, his eyes narrowing slightly.

The blasphemous pageboy was right; he sensed a special aura emanating from this person.

It wasn't the aura of a demonic prison, but the aura of the starry sky.

The Starry Sky Bloodline is the most prized power of the Dark Fury lineage. Although they have lost their lineage and can at most advance to the Great Demon realm, which is equivalent to a demigod, they are still enough to become objects of courtship for various lords.

This human also possesses a similar aura.

It's unclear whether it's the inheritance of cultivation techniques or bloodline.

The deep, dark rage swept over the corpses.

A very clean and sharp wound, with tremendous destructive power.

Before his father bestowed upon him the blood of a great demon, his destructive power was nothing more than this.

The other party is just a human.

The other monsters looked up and peeked at Dark Wrath, only to find that the usually extremely irritable Dark Wrath was now completely silent, waiting quietly, which made them even more puzzled.

This human killed so many people, shouldn't he breathe dragon's breath to vent his anger?

Why are you just standing there watching humans plunder the spoils of war?
After collecting his spoils, Zhou Leng looked up at the massive Dark Wrath.

Even seeing it in videos and on the youth ranking list cannot diminish the shock of seeing it for the first time.

The deep, dark wrath is like an ocean, hanging high in the sky, gathering the storm that will destroy the world.

Zhou Leng had only ever experienced this feeling with the three sons of Guhe.

Zhou Leng politely clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Guan Canglong has seen the invincible Dark Wrath."

All the monsters slowly retreated, each realizing that a storm was about to break out.

The fury of the deepest darkness engulfs everything.

"You are the most powerful warrior in the prime stage that I have ever seen. Good, very good." When Deep Wrath heard that this human powerhouse had added the prefix "invincible," the anger in his heart vanished.

Being praised as "invincible" by such a powerful being who slaughters demons makes him feel much better than being called a piece of trash by hundreds of others.

The monsters quickened their retreat, and no matter how you looked at it, Deep Dark Wrath's "Good, very good" sounded like sarcasm.

"Would you be willing to help me conquer the highest mountain?" asked the Dark Wrath.

"It is my honor to join forces with the Dark Wrath."

"Hahahaha...Good! From now on, you are one of us. Anyone who dares to disrespect us will be killed!"

The Dark Wrath laughed loudly, then turned and flew back to the cave.

The monsters were left scattered all over the ground.

Soon, the many demons realized that the Dark Wrath acknowledged Guan Canglong's strength.

As for the monsters that died, they simply died.

Shen Jun, who was hiding in the distance, breathed a long sigh of relief.

Azure Scale looked at Guan Canglong, its eyes flashing.

"I never expected there to be a human powerhouse even stronger than Zhou Leng! This person is too powerful. Not to mention being a hundred times stronger than Zhou Leng, even I would have to admit defeat! From now on, this human, Guan Canglong, will be my target. As for Zhou Leng, he's in the past."

Azure Scale clenched its right fist, full of fighting spirit.

"Congratulations, Lord Guan Canglong!" The blasphemous pageboy ran over in a flash, cupping his fists in the manner of the humans.

Zhou Leng was aware of the status of the Blasphemer and nodded slightly.

Upon hearing the blasphemous address of the pageboy, the other demons knew that their chances of survival were slim.

Those who can make a rude page call someone "Master" are of a higher rank than those born in the primordial era.

The members of the Ice and Snow Cult smiled. As expected of the human spy chosen by Master Frosthand, he was indeed terrifyingly strong.

This person will surely be able to lead the Demon Worship Cult in the future!
The members of the Demon Worship Cult all came over and respectfully addressed him as "Sir".

Orcs, whose status was far lower than that of demons and sirens, flocked to offer their congratulations.

Some sirens, demons, and dragons also came to offer their congratulations.

Only a few demons had such a deep connection with the slain monsters that they watched from afar.

Zhou Leng glanced at the dragon with regret, wondering why they didn't act impulsively just once.

Several dragons suddenly felt a cold wind blowing, and their scales trembled slightly.

The Monster Alliance camp was quiet, and nothing happened overnight.

Dragon Kingdom, Ancient River Relics Research Institute.

One after another, the demonized fighter jets descended, and one after another, the grandmaster envoys arrived.

Chen Changyi, the commander of the 7th Division, which is closest to the Guhe Relics Research Institute, was also among them.

In the spacious room, bright white lights illuminated the scene, where the Grandmaster's envoy sat behind a long table.

All the theological experts sat in chairs in front of the long table.

"Can the process of the Ancient River Trial really not be revealed?" a Grandmaster envoy asked.

"No, we can only reveal knowledge of divine script."

"Is it only possible once Zhou Leng returns?"

"Yes, without Zhou Leng, our actions would likely have triggered divine punishment."

The Grandmaster envoys exchanged glances.

"Then let's wait until Zhou Leng and the others return before we talk about it. First, let's summarize your research findings on divine runes."

The experts on the divine script fell silent.

"What?" the Grandmaster envoys asked, puzzled.

"This study of the divine script is somewhat complicated to summarize. To put it simply, the Mystic Master's main task is to study the divine script. Our main task is to study the Mystic Master's translations."

The Grandmaster envoys were a little unsure how to ask their questions.

Chen Changyi changed the subject, asking, "What's the whereabouts of the Blood of Tyranny?"

The Grandmaster envoys had sharp eyes.

(End of this chapter)