Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 546 Knight
Before the demon could react, his right hand, like a sharp sword, pierced the demon's nose, deeply into its face, and continued forward until his entire forearm passed through its head.

With a surge of true energy, half of the demon's head flew off, its brains splattering.

Zhou Leng shook his right hand to wipe away the blood and charged toward the next demon.

Seeing that Zhou Leng was coming quickly, the demon hurriedly crossed his arms in front of his chest to block.

Zhou Leng threw a punch, his right fist enveloped in a dazzling ball of true energy, crushing the demon's arms and piercing its chest.

boom!
A huge hole was torn open in the demon's chest, big enough for an adult to crawl through.

The demon stared in astonishment at the enemy before falling backward.

Zhou Leng took a step forward, and the demon's head exploded, spreading across the grass.

With another stomp on the ground, his body became a blur as he dashed diagonally to the side of the third demon, raised his leg, and swept it horizontally.

A tremendous roar erupted as the demon raised its arm to block, but Zhou Leng's right leg struck an ordinary person squarely, like a thermobaric bomb weighing tons.

bang...

With a strange explosion, the demon was swept into dozens of pieces by a single kick, red and white fragments flying everywhere.

Unable to quell his anger, Zhou Leng leaped onto the head of the fourth demon, his feet flashing like a torrential downpour as he kicked at the demon.

bang bang bang...

The demon only managed to block a few blows before its arms shattered, its head split open, and it collapsed to the ground.

Zhou Leng's feet moved like a road roller, leaving a blur as he stomped over the ground.

Behind him, a large patch of rotten flesh was embedded deep in the grass, leaving only a blurry human figure.

The fifth demon swung its flaming longsword at Zhou Leng, who bent down and dodged the blade. He then brought his hands together and thrust his arms forward, as if cutting into the demon's abdomen with a blade.

After inserting both hands into the abdomen, grab both sides of the wound and tear it open violently.

puff……

The entire demon was torn in two, like two doors of flesh and blood, flying out to the left and right and crashing to the ground.

The sixth, the seventh...

In his rage, Zhou Leng was more demonic than any demon, leaving no trace of his wrath in his wake.

After killing more than a dozen demons, the demons panicked and hurriedly retreated, gathered around the Grandmaster Skinless Warlock, and charged towards him.

Zhou Leng tried to charge forward, but the Grandmaster Skinless Warlock and the Demon Warlock used all sorts of spells to constantly hinder him.

Grandmaster-level magic is far superior to ordinary innate magic.

Zhou Leng charged repeatedly, but all his attempts failed. He glanced at the demon and turned to leave.

They retreated to a distance, took out the two corpses, and placed them in front of them.

My throat is itchy.

The two corpses exuded a strong demonic aura.

This is no longer a corpse, but a demonic artifact, comparable to a deadly plague.

After pondering for a long time, Zhou Leng sighed deeply, poured the demonized incendiary agent on himself, and was cremated on the spot.

After a short rest, I took the medicine.

Zhou Leng once again charged towards the demon camp.

These demons must die.

The demon camp was filled with illusion-breaking spells. Zhou Leng rushed in quickly, killed several demons, and left as soon as they gathered together.

After that, it did not go far, but like a patient but cold-blooded hunter, it continued to wander around the demon camp.

Once an opportunity arises, either throw the enchanted spear or quickly close in to strike.

If any demons from outside approach, kill them all.

One, two...

Ten, eleven...

Twenty, twenty-one...

After killing a total of twenty-seven Great Primordial Demons, all the demons finally abandoned all means and gathered around the Grandmaster Skinless Sorcerer, never leaving his side.

Zhou Leng tried various tactics, but they remained unmoved and held their ground.

On the lush green lakeside, the monsters huddled together, their faces grim, talking in hushed tones.

Suddenly, sirens blared, and they looked around before finally turning east.

The ground shook.

A tall, hellish warhorse galloped in, flames churning beneath its hooves.

On horseback, Zhou Leng held the Dragonbone Knight's Lance, leaned forward, and stared directly at the demon with eyes like those of an eagle or wolf.

Demonic artifacts and magical artifacts were draped on the horse and in various places.

"Charge!" the Grandmaster Skinless Warlock shouted, casting spells at Zhou Leng from afar, mostly curses and weakening spells.

However, Zhou Leng and his warhorse continuously emitted bursts of light from demonic artifacts or magical spirit artifacts, neutralizing one spell after another.

A giant wall was erected, then smashed through.

A huge wave crashed in, parting the water.

Flames exploded repeatedly as they charged forward.

……

Countless magical powers form an endless defensive line.

Zhou Leng rode his hellish warhorse, shattering everything in his path until he reached the demon's lair. Man, horse, and spear were one.

hum...

Stimulated by the powerful true energy, the necromantic power within the Dragonbone Knight's Lance was fully unleashed, forming a massive spiral of black mist that, like lightning tearing through the night, plunged into the demon formation.

The long knight's lance pierced through three demons in the blink of an eye.

The gun trembled, and the demon's body cracked open.

A massive demonic shield stood before the Grandmaster Skinless Warlock, as solid as a city wall.

The tip of the gun pressed against it, making a crackling sound, and could not advance an inch.

The remaining demons attacked in unison, causing the surface of the Taiqing Sea Robe to vibrate rapidly.

Zhou Leng put away the Hellfire Warhorse and turned to leave.

He rode to a nearby spot, mounted his Hellfire steed again, and charged once more.

They crushed spells and obstacles in their path, only to crash into the demon army once more.

Retreat, then charge again, retreat again, then charge again...

The team, consisting of a grandmaster and dozens of great innate demons, is like an unyielding fortress on the great battlefield.

Zhou Leng was like a knight charging alone into a fortress.

One person comes, one person goes, then another comes, then another goes.

Endlessly.

The sound of hooves echoed one after another, and the Dragonbone Knight's Lance pierced through one Great Innate Realm cultivator after another.

The warhorse's armor became increasingly tattered.

The Dragonbone Knight's Lance was growing fainter and fainter.

The knight's wounds are piling up.

Those blood-red eyes, like those of a ferocious beast, never changed. They charged, wave after wave, without ceasing.

Until the long knight's lance pierced through the demonic shield and through the Grandmaster Skinless Warlock.

With the spear raised high, the corpse of the Grandmaster Skinless Sorcerer arched into the sky.

The rest of the demons scattered in all directions.

Zhou Lengping raised the knight's lance, which was hanging with the corpse of the skinless sorcerer, and with a flick of the reins, charged forward again.

The hellish warhorse ran a dozen steps before stumbling and falling headlong to the ground.

Zhou Leng leaped up and landed on the ground.

The hellhorse's large eyes rolled slightly, and then...

The eyeball split open.

Then, his entire body cracked open, and the demonic artifact components that made up his body scattered all over the ground.

Zhou Leng bent down, patted the horse's head, put away the Dragonbone Knight's Lance, and chased after the fleeing demon.

After running a few steps, his body swayed, he stopped, and looked down.

Taiqing Haiyi shattered like broken porcelain. He was fighting against a Grandmaster and dozens of Great Innate Demons, and his body was nearing its limit from the continuous impact.

He glanced at the vast white lake, quickly collected his spoils, and strode away.

He returned to the cliff, took some elixirs, and secluded himself to heal his injuries.

Once his injuries healed, he stood on the cliff and looked out over White Lake.

A new horde of demons has gathered at the camp.

Unlike before, it was now filled with spell traps and golem guards, making its defenses as impenetrable as an iron barrel.

Suddenly, Zhou Leng frowned.

The young giant we encountered on the Dragon God's Seal Road has appeared in the camp.

Moreover, all the monsters treated him rather strangely.

Some monsters even knelt down when they got close.

Many of them were descendants of nobles.

This situation is impossible unless a demigod personally intervenes.

The Dark Wrath was so powerful that even ordinary demigods were inferior to him, yet even so, demons were not so humble towards him.

The identity of this young giant, known as the Peak of Aurora, is now obvious.

"Isn't it the Black Sun's Gut...? It seems it has changed bodies."

Suddenly, the distant peak of aurora turned its head.

Zhou Lengming couldn't clearly see the expression in Aurora Peak's eyes, but he felt an overwhelming pressure rushing towards him.

Zhou Leng turned and left, departing from the high cliff.

Heart beating wildly.

It must be a calamity from heaven.

Only those with power surpassing that of a grandmaster can sense the gaze of others from such a distance.

As he walked, he recalled the scene of his encounter with the Heavenly Calamity Envoy.

At the time, it was a multi-headed dragon that surrounded the Heavenly Calamity Envoy. Now that I think about it, it wasn't that he was surrounded, but rather that he was about to make his move.

The eventual appearance of the demonstrators interrupted the impending battle, or rather, the one-sided massacre.

The Heavenly Calamity didn't kill me, perhaps because I helped him, perhaps because as a god he wouldn't act rashly, or perhaps he was trying to extract information from me, such as his obvious interest in the Slaughtering Star Stele...

Zhou Leng ran while pondering.

With a calamity spirit stationed at Baihu, things are in big trouble.

The original plan was to use the various demonic artifacts and magical items captured to burn down White Lake, add deadly poison, and destroy it bit by bit, but alas...

I found a secluded spot, set up my tent, and began meditating.

"Old Flower Fairy, are you there?"

Zhou Leng looked around and asked several times.

"You...you're really brave," a golden sunflower rose from the ground and spoke.

"You, the Radiant Flower Fairy Clan, handed the Golden Flower over to the demon?"

"Yes. We made that agreement when the last great battle began."

Is there any way to destroy White Lake?

"You... don't. Or you do, but such a large White Lake would require at least a Martial Saint to completely destroy. Besides, that person is there."

Zhou Leng said, "Just who is that person? You're all so wary of him."

The name of the Heavenly Calamity Envoy was also omitted.

"Please forgive my intrusion, but I will not discuss anything further regarding that person."

What is his divine status?

"..."

"How does it compare to that one from Heavenly Bone City?"

"..."

The radiant flower fairy remained silent throughout.

Zhou Leng changed the subject, saying, "Is the White Lake Lotus Fruit made with Golden Flower more powerful than the normal one?"

“Much stronger. The lotus fruit formed by establishing White Lake on the Great Battlefield is far stronger than that of ordinary planes. It contains the true energy of the starry sky, and may even contain the residual power of gods.”

"What about the Dragon Scale Vermilion Fruit?"

"Ordinary lotus fruit is not as good as dragon scale vermilion fruit, but if you are lucky, white lake mother fruit is better than dragon scale vermilion fruit."

Is there any way to get it?

"..."

Zhou Leng continued to ask questions, but the Radiant Flower Fairy became less and less talkative.

"Alright, I won't make it difficult for you. Here's a simple question: is there any way to subdue a Fortress Dragon?"

"..."

“My cultivation here is different from other places. There should be residual divine power here, right?” Zhou Leng asked.

"indeed."

"Whose power is this, and what kind of power is it?"

"...We don't know either."

"Is it the power of illusion, the power of life, or both?"

"..."

Before long, the radiant flower fairy took her leave.

Zhou Leng remained where he was and began cultivating, absorbing the divine power that might exist here.

After each training session, he would go to a high place to observe White Lake and the Demon Camp, and then immediately move to another location.

Two days later, the calamity disappeared.

(End of this chapter)