Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 549 Returning Arrow
Zhao He and the nearby monsters looked at each other, puzzled.

What is the connection between Tiger Hill Fortress and Zhou Leng?
Could it be that one of the three heroes of Tiger Hill was actually Zhou Leng in disguise?
Tianhuo, being a deity, had extremely high standards.

I rarely hear him praise people.

Of the younger generation of monsters, he had only praised Deep Dark Wrath once, and that was only because of the other's Spine-Headed Demon Dragon bloodline.

Aside from that, not to mention the innate level, he paid no attention to any of the ten realms of grandmasters.

Among humans, aside from praising Zhao Dongjun as an "unparalleled hero and a talent for all nations," he didn't even bother to remember the names of the other martial saints.

In the context of the cosmos, a "nation" controls at least one "Great Deep Field". Each cosmic deep field is composed of multiple supergiant galaxy clusters.

Others may not know the status of the Heavenly Calamity Envoy, but these demons know it very well.

Many of the lords of the Demon Prison are actually incarnations of gods, and their true forms are renowned even in the vast universe.

Even so, their attitude towards the Heavenly Calamity Envoy was clearly different.

Rumors circulate that the Heavenly Calamity Envoy is not only powerful in himself, but also has an unfathomable background.

Everyone looked at Zhou Leng with a mixture of envy and jealousy.

Zhao He was torn between wanting to recruit them and being extremely wary.

They watched Zhou Leng's battle with Blood Axe Hoof intently, their brows furrowing more and more with each passing moment.

In this life-or-death situation, both sides went all out, showing no intention of holding back.

The battle wasn't exactly one-sided, but Bloodaxe Hoof was truly powerless to retaliate.

In Zhou Leng's hands, the Dragonbone Knight Spear was just an extra-long spiked club. He didn't need any sophisticated spear or staff techniques; he only needed to be fast and powerful.

Smash, sweep, stab—eighty percent of the moves are just these three.

But even with Blood Axe's powerful hooves, he couldn't get close.

He used an axe to block the attacks from beginning to end.

When...when...when...

"Let's just change the shield." A demon muttered to himself.

Those in the know can see the difference; they can figure it out in no time.

It's not that Blood Axe Hoof is too weak, it's that Zhou Leng is too strong.

Overwhelming in strength, speed, and combat awareness.

Blood Axe's hooves, if they were even slightly weaker, would have been smashed to pieces.

On the other side, amidst the battle between monsters and humans, Shanheyuan and Zhang Xinglie glanced at each other occasionally, their delight growing with each look.

After a hundred moves, everyone saw that Zhou Leng had minor wounds on both hands, but they healed quickly.

Blood Axe's hooves bore hundreds of wounds on its arms that could not heal, resembling countless naked eyes, making it exceptionally terrifying.

His hands began to tremble, and he could no longer hold the giant axe firmly.

The monsters remained silent.

Apart from Dark Wrath, no one can defeat Bloodaxe Hoof in this way.

The orc, the son of a demigod, was defeated by a human warrior in pure strength.

"He has passed at least two levels of trials. If nothing unexpected happens, he is currently undergoing the third level, the Heavenly Rank trial." Deep Wrath sighed.

"That's unlikely. That's a triple Heavenly Trial, and it's superimposed with the Divine Trial," Zhao He muttered to himself.

The Dark Wrath said, "Nothing is impossible. I also completed two trials, but I gave up on the third one. It was impossible. Without the divine blessing of the second trial, he could not have obtained such great power."

Some of the monsters glanced at the Heavenly Calamity, but he didn't refute the Dark Wrath; instead, he seemed quite amused.

It seems very likely that it is true.

However, most of the time, Tianhuoshi was observing the battle on the other side.

Everyone noticed that he was particularly interested in Zhang Xinglie. When they met before, he even talked to Zhang Xinglie about the Tu Junxing Stele.

However, his criticism of Zhang Xinglie felt both intimate and sarcastic, which was quite strange.

After two hundred moves, Zhou Leng put away the Dragon Bone Knight's Lance and charged towards Blood Axe Hoof empty-handed.

His entire body shimmered with light, which intertwined to form a thick, ethereal sea robe.

Everyone's spirits lifted; the big one was coming.

Even Tianhuoshi's gaze shifted from Zhang Xinglie to Zhou Leng.

Blood Axe Hoof also put away his great axe and then ran away.

"I can't beat you. If you kill me, my mother will definitely avenge me! I'm my mother's most beloved child. If you kill me, she'll kill your entire clan!"

The tall, strong green-skinned orc ran straight toward White Lake, getting smaller and smaller as he ran, as if he had become a goblin.

All parties were stunned.

Zhou Leng chased after him for a few steps, then had no choice but to stop.

A few monsters suddenly felt a little envious of Blood Axe Hoof; having a demigod mother is truly wonderful.

In the Demon Prison, 99% of demons either have no mother, no father, or neither.

Zhou Leng turned around and rushed towards the battle site where Zhang Xinglie and Shan Heyuan were fighting.

The three monsters that came with Blood Axe Hoof pretended to run a few steps before chasing after him.

During the run, Zhou Leng took out the enchanted wristwatch from his magic bag and glanced at Zhang Xinglie's message.

Upon seeing this, he nodded to Zhang Xinglie, who was looking over from a distance.

The two sides are getting closer.

Suddenly, Zhang Xinglie and Shan Heyuan unleashed their full inner energy, leading the last three people to break through the encirclement and reunite with Zhou Leng.

The three men followed behind, fighting as they retreated.

Zhou Leng pulled out his long dragon bone spear and started smashing things randomly.

There were many monsters, and they were very strong, but they could not withstand the terrifying power.

Gradually, they drifted further and further away from Tianhuoshi and the others.

The monsters glanced furtively at the Heavenly Calamity Envoy, but dared not speak.

The group ran for a full ten kilometers before Tianhuoshi finally spoke slowly.

"The enemy of God is also the enemy of the wind."

A sudden gust of wind arose, and an invisible force struck Zhou Leng and the other six people.

The six were astonished to discover that as long as they tried to escape, they would run into the invisible air, which would greatly reduce their speed and even weaken their movement techniques.

You can travel in other directions without being affected at all.

The six people looked at each other.

At this level of combat, being hindered and continuing to retreat would mean certain death. "Truly worthy of being called a god," Zhang Xinglie sighed.

"I'll cover the rear," Shanhe Yuan said.

Zhou Leng said, "Do you really think we can escape from the presence of God? Today, we have no other way out."

"Then kill them all, kill the Heavenly Calamity Envoy!" Zhang Xinglie roared.

"Kill!" Zhou Leng's eyes flashed with bloodlust.

"kill!"

"kill!"

The six men suddenly turned around, like arrows turning back, shooting straight at the Heavenly Calamity Envoy.

The demons were unable to be stopped and even showed signs of defeat.

"You may go."

The Heavenly Calamity caused all the demons surrounding him to step forward, including the Deep Dark Wrath, whose expression was conflicted.

The blasphemous grimoire, acting as the strategist, stood aside without moving.

Zhao He took a step forward, then slowly withdrew it.

As the deepest wrath and the final demon drew near, Zhou Leng and his companions felt their breathing become disordered.

One Dark Wrath is already extremely difficult to deal with, let alone multiple Primordial Kings. It's unimaginable.

These monsters all passed the first trial and also gained many benefits from the second trial.

Their strength far surpasses what they were when they first entered.

Once they leave the great battlefield, they will be carefully nurtured by various races and become candidates for demigods.

The world's top innate talents are all gathered here.

Upon approaching, Deep Dark Wrath said, "Get out of the way, leave that giant to me."

Everyone looked at Shanheyuan, who said, "I will fight him alone. I want to prove that among the ten realms, giants are number one and dragons are number two."

Having said that, Shanheyuan charged straight into the deep, dark fury.

The other demons did not stop them.

One is the best among giants, and the other is the undisputed number one among the dragons of the Ten Realms.

In an instant, Shanheyuan's entire body cracked open, and his body continued to grow taller, quickly exceeding ten meters.

At the crack, what flowed was not blood, but lava.

Like a lava giant, he swung his massive totem pole and charged toward the Dark Wrath.

The Dark Wrath's massive figure, over thirty meters tall, resembled a dark cloud hanging in the sky.

He hovered proudly in the sky.

On his head, there was also a crown similar to Zhou Leng's.

A huge golden gem, splitting through flesh, slowly emerged from his forehead.

The gold gemstone resembles a large, vertical eye, riddled with black cracks, radiating immense magical power.

Zhou Leng and the others sighed inwardly upon seeing this.

A semi-divine artifact, the Eye of the Roaring Thunder.

Even if the Dark Wrath is not a Grandmaster, and is only given a small portion of the power of a semi-divine artifact, it is enough to crush all innate beings.

With its deep, dark fury, the creature crossed its two front paws over its chest, and its golden eyes suddenly shone brightly.

One, two, three...

Ten star-patterned magic arrays stood behind him.

He nodded slightly, and a top-tier innate spell flew out from each magic array.

The Great Annihilation Explosion transformed into a gigantic pillar of fire fifty meters high, crashing into the mountain and river plain.

The endless cold region froze the land within a one-kilometer radius, and the cold air permeated the air.

The long cone-shaped mountain range has altered the landscape within a 300-meter radius, with countless sharp rock cones continuously emerging from the ground and piercing the mountains and plains.

Dark, malevolent winds swirled around Shanheyuan's entire body, each strand seemingly tiny, yet resembling hundreds of large ropes pulling him from all directions.

The swarms of rotting bees crashed into the mountains and rivers, exploding as soon as they got close, their powerful corrosive magic relentlessly eroding the flesh and blood of the mountains and rivers.

A dim world, a mirror of chaos, whispers of death...

Ten spells were unleashed simultaneously on Shanheyuan.

The magic array hovered in the air, unleashing a storm of spells.

The mountains and rivers are like a child caught in a typhoon, unable to move an inch.

Zhou Leng and Zhang Xinglie had no time to pay attention to Shanhe Plain, because the demon warlocks made their move.

They were quickly separated by a massive number of demons.

One by one, people fell in battle.

Within minutes, the other three collapsed to the ground.

The human team consists of only Zhou Leng, Zhang Xinglie, and Shan Heyuan.

Zhou Leng glanced at Shanheyuan, unable to retaliate as he was suppressed by the spell of Dark Wrath.

Yamagawa repeatedly used spear attacks, but to no avail.

The power of the Dark Wrath far exceeds expectations.

Seeing that Shanheyuan's wounds were rapidly increasing and his breath was getting weaker, Zhou Leng said, "Zhang Xinglie, you help Shanheyuan. Leave the rest of the demons to me."

"Can you do it?" Zhang Xinglie roared.

“This is the best option,” Zhou Leng said.

Zhang Xinglie gave Zhou Leng a deep look, said nothing, and charged toward the Dark Wrath.

The remaining demons then surrounded and attacked.

There were twelve innate kings, along with fifty or sixty top-tier great innate beings, and a large number of demon warlocks.

Zhou Leng felt as if he were trapped in a huge quagmire.

Taiqing Haiyi was completely shattered, leaving specks of light on her body, like broken mirrors.

The flesh and blood all over his body seemed like boiling rotten meat, constantly being torn apart by external forces, yet constantly writhing and healing, churning endlessly.

The besieging monsters were not easy prey, but top-tier innate beings from the Ten Realms.

(End of this chapter)