Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 408 Giant Butterfly
Flourishing Roots said, "The tribe is currently besieged, and we may not be able to get in. I think we should simply wage guerrilla warfare from the outside and flee when we encounter a powerful enemy, what do you think?"

Silver Lake Wind said, "Then let's do it this way. One Grandmaster will take the other elves and leave, while the four of us Grandmasters will follow you and fight a guerrilla war."

"This is the only way," Zhou Leng said.

Yinhuyue smiled, pursing her lips.

Zhou Leng rolled her eyes at her, annoyed, and then became smug.

Soon, the team split into two groups. Most of them continued to the Treant Base, while Zhou Leng and his team went to reinforce the Treant Tribe.

After the large group had been running for half an hour, a group of human warriors dressed in camouflage appeared ahead.

The leader was none other than Chen Shouhu.

"Have you seen Zhou Leng?" someone translated Chen Shouhu's question.

"They are reinforcing the Flourishing Tribe; we were originally together," the elven master leading the group replied hastily, seeing the man's imposing presence.

Chen Shouhu asked, "Can you contact him?"

“Yes, tell him to wait where he is. This is an order from the Demon City Army.”

"Yes."

The elven mage sent a message, and soon after, he said helplessly, "He said he'd be right back. Elder Silver Lake Wind suggests you go in person, otherwise he'll definitely join the battle. He hopes you go as soon as possible and bring back our elven saintess while you're at it."

"Now that they've grown wings, they even dare to disobey military orders."

Chen Shouhu obtained the route of Zhou Leng's group from the elven mage and said to the other warriors, "You all return with them, I will go and bring back Zhou Leng."

"Yes."

As Chen Shouhu stomped on the ground, his body surged forward, and a white supersonic mist ring exploded around him, the huge air explosion reverberating around him.

He ran at supersonic speed, covering hundreds of meters in a single step, leaving the collapsed earth behind him as one continuous expanse.

Zhou Leng and his men should prepare for battle and maintain a speed of 200 kilometers per hour.

Chen Shouhu's speed has exceeded 1,500 kilometers per hour.

Grandmaster, the true fighter among martial artists.

A grandmaster, at low altitude, could annihilate hundreds of Rafale fighter jets from the old era.

Before Zhou Leng and the others even saw the Maosheng tribe, Chen Shouhu roared in, passing the group and stomping on the ground, causing waves of earth to surge.

Then, he kicked off his tattered old shoes and put on new ones.

The line stopped, and everyone looked at each other.

Silver Lake Wind and the three elven masters looked ahead with smiles.

"Honorary Major Zhou Leng." Chen Shouhu put on his shoes, stood in front, and looked at Zhou Leng.

"Here!" Zhou Leng immediately saluted.

"All personnel proceed to the Tree Man Base without fail; violators will be subject to military law."

“Yes…” Zhou Leng was as deflated as a punctured balloon.

If it were an ordinary martial artist giving the order, there would be countless ways to deal with it, but the opponent is Chen Shouhu.

If anyone dares to utter even half a word of dissent, he'll punch them unconscious and carry them back.

The Flourishing Roots said, “General Chen, you can command Zhou Leng, but you cannot command us. Please forgive us, we want to return to our tribe to fight for our homeland and our people.”

Chen Shouhu said, "I understand you, and I won't stop you. But I hope you'll think it through. The situation of the Maosheng tribe is not optimistic right now. Maosheng Quanzhang and his men just arrived at the Treant base and were ordered not to participate in the war."

"We understand, but we are willing."

"Go, take care." Chen Shouhu straightened up and gave a military salute to the young tree people whose strength was far inferior to his.

Zhou Leng looked at the lush roots, then at Xiao Yong beside him, a thousand words stuck in his throat, unable to speak.

Chen Shouhu glanced at Cang Feizhiyan and said, "Cang Feizhiyan, you're coming back with me."

Cang Fei Zhi Yan opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Lush Roots waved its branches and laughed loudly, "After the war is over, I'll treat you to delicious insect juice."

"Chirp, chirp..." Xiao Yong chirped happily, as if he wanted to drink insect juice together.

The group waved goodbye to the tree spirit.

Chen Shouhu walked over, raised his thick right arm, put his arm around Zhou Leng's shoulder and led him aside. He glanced at Yin Huyue and asked in a low voice, "What's the deal with that elven saintess? I heard from the elves that you abducted their saintess? Did you get her pregnant and give birth to a half-elf?"

"You misheard me. We're teammates, here to rescue the Treant Clan." Zhou Leng sighed helplessly. Couldn't Chen Fenghu learn from Wang Huaixiong and be more composed?

"Hmm? You're growing fast, kid. Your life force is practically bubbling up. Did you have some kind of fortuitous encounter?"

"A little adventure."

“Go back and write a report. The incident in the Flute Forest has caused quite a stir, and everyone is paying attention. Especially the Blood of Tyranny, they’ve gone completely berserk,” Chen Shouhu said.

"How is the Blood of Tyranny now?"

"What else could happen? He killed over a hundred grandmasters, plundered wealth equal to the entire fortune of a Martial Saint, and then disappeared without a trace. Now the entire Ten Realms are searching for him, and the various sea monster races are furious. More than twenty sea monster grandmasters have died here."

"Were they all killed by the blood of tyranny?"

Chen Shouhu chuckled and said, "Otherwise what?"

"I believe it."

"Try your best and get the elf princess pregnant. I believe in you," Chen Shouhu said.

Zhou Lengdao said, "Among this group of elves, some are preparing to defect to our Dragon Kingdom and hope to join the United Front."

Chen Shouhu frowned and asked, "That place is a chaotic mess, it's practically a place to worship your master. Do you really want them to go there?"

“Anyway, there are so many old men, one more batch won’t make a difference. Some people like friendly nations to come to pay homage, it’s a two-way exchange, isn’t that great?” Zhou Leng said.

"Can you control them?"

“How could that be? But we have a good relationship,” Zhou Leng said.

"Elves can have good relations with other races? Did you acquire some new identity among the elves?"

“That’s not true,” Zhou Leng said seriously.

"You're becoming more and more like Wang Huaixiong. By the way, I got you a Xiantian-level demon-slaying camp. Don't forget to go there after you finish cultivating at Xiantian Mountain." "Isn't that the bet you lost to Master Wang?"

"Just tell me whether I did it or not," Chen Shouhu said matter-of-factly.

Zhou Leng turned to look at the backs of the Flourishing Roots and Xiao Yong, and asked, "Is this battle inevitable?"

Chen Shouhu released Zhou Leng's shoulder and said, "The Heavenly Calamity Envoy is very strong. Unless the human race and the Demon Spirit Masters provide full assistance, there is not the slightest chance. However, the Tree People Elder Council is short-sighted and unwilling to engage in normal transactions. They have neither the strength to be a player nor the cunning to navigate between different sides, yet they insist on being at the table. In that case, they can only become pawns. The human race and the Demon Spirit Masters will not sacrifice so much for the Tree People World for nothing."

“This kind of thing happens a lot in history,” Zhou Leng sighed.

"Yes, the higher-ups saw through it long ago and had a clear strategy. From the beginning, they maintained a distant relationship with the Treants, while only deeply binding themselves with the Spirit Masters and Dwarves. In a sense, we were not actually deeply bound to any power. From the very beginning, the Dragon Kingdom worked silently on its own to prepare for the confrontation with the Ten Realms."

“Yes, even the people of Earth have difficulty uniting completely, let alone with other worlds,” Zhou Leng said.

After walking for a while, the group headed towards the Tree People's Demon City Base at a speed of 200 kilometers per hour.

Zhou Leng glanced back occasionally, and soon the lush roots were no longer visible.

Strange lights and shadows occasionally appear in the direction of the lush tribe, and slight tremors can be heard from underground from time to time.

The battle at the Grandmaster level continued.

After running for a while, the earth suddenly rumbled, and everyone stopped and looked towards the tribe with its lush tree roots.

There, the light of magic shone brightly.

A beam of colorful light shot into the sky and exploded in two.

As the light faded, a gigantic blue butterfly with a wingspan of a hundred meters hovered in mid-air, its aura sweeping across the clouds and dominating the heavens.

The entire world trembled.

Even from hundreds of kilometers away, one can feel the majestic aura emanating from the giant butterfly, as imposing as a mountain.

For some unknown reason, Zhou Leng's heart suddenly stopped, and he took a step forward.

Chen Shouhu placed his right hand on Zhou Leng's shoulder, his master-level aura and true energy pressing down on Zhou Leng, making him unable to move.

“One person cannot correct the mistakes of an entire ethnic group,” Chen Shouhu said.

Everyone watched silently ahead. After a short while, the giant butterfly fell and disappeared without a trace.

Zhou Leng felt empty inside, staring blankly at that spot for a long time.

Chen Shouhu's hand remained on Zhou Leng's shoulder.

"If, I mean if, humanity makes a huge mistake, what will you do?" Zhou Leng asked.

Chen Shouhu remained silent.

"Let's go." Cang Fei Zhi Yan said weakly, his eyes losing their light.

The team ran through the forests and grasslands until they arrived at the Tree Man Base.

The group walked toward the gate of the Treeman Base, and a large group of Treemen came out, all of them Grandmasters and Innate Realm cultivators.

Leading the group was none other than Elder Treeman, with his lush scepter.

Chen Shouhu asked, "Didn't the Elders' Council forbid you from participating in the war?"

The lush scepter smiled and said, "The tribe is in trouble, I cannot stay here."

"Then... what will we do next?" Chen Shouhu asked.

"The withering and flourishing of plants is a natural law, and civilization is no exception. After ten thousand years of wind and rain, they are nothing more than sleeping on the earth. What difference is there between that and now?" The lush scepter spoke in a gentle voice.

"You should still think about it again," Chen Shouhu sighed.

The lush scepter did not answer, but looked at Zhou Leng and said, "I will personally submit your merit to the Elders Council. Thank you, Tree Man's eternal friend."

The Flourishing Scepter bowed in greeting, and all the other Treemen followed suit.

The elf masters' expressions changed slightly, realizing what Zhou Leng had done.

But considering the current predicament of the Elven race, the so-called holy land is no longer so important.

The lush scepter looked at the elven elder and said, "May you bask in the glory of the Mother Tree."

Many tree-people glared resentfully at the elves.

Yin Hufeng turned his head slightly and looked in another direction.

"I hope we will meet again." With that, the lush scepter led his team away.

Everyone watched the tree people leave.

"General Chen, if you have any intelligence about the Maosheng tribe, please forward it to me."

"it is good."

Zhou Leng and the others entered the Tree Man Base.

The elves searched for a temporary home, and Zhou Leng and Yin Huyue entered the room in the Tree Root Cave together.

He explained the trip to the Beast World to Yin Huyue, and she did as he was told without any objection.

"The life force here is abundant; you should start cultivating."

"Yes."

Zhou Leng did not cultivate; he simply sat quietly, reflecting on the events of the past few days.

Finally, he wrote a report to be submitted to the Seventh Division, recording what had happened.

Hide important information related to yourself.

After finishing the report, it was already late at night, and Zhou Leng went to sleep.

While Zhou Leng was writing his report, Lou Feiqiong was also staying up all night writing his report on monitoring Zhou Leng.

"To be honest with you elders, when I first met Zhou Leng, I had high hopes for him."

"I think he is an extreme martial artist and deserves respect."

“Even though I was assigned to monitor him, I was very respectful at first.”

"But once I entered the world of the Tree People, I realized that I had misjudged them."

(End of this chapter)