Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 684 Fallen Demon
"Zhao Hao and you are nothing more than inheritors of the power of Zhao Sheng and others, exploiting the interests of the people, disguising it as the achievements of your few, taking credit for the work of the people, and being thieves who harm the people. You speak righteously, but you know the truth in your hearts."

"Therefore, you are afraid. You are afraid of losing the resources built on injustice. Therefore, you use every evil means to cover it up, even at the cost of betraying the future of humanity, just so that you can continue your sinful bloodline and inherit the filthy resources in the Demon Prison."

"You dare call yourselves a 'powerful family'? You dare call yourselves dragons? You dare call yourselves surnamed Zhao?"

"Just a bunch of pigs that grew up fat and strong because they were lucky and ate a lot of pig feed from a young age."

"Fortunately, there are many people like me who don't eat pig feed, don't act like pigs, don't act like demons, but act like humans."

"I didn't finish what I was saying earlier."

"A demon king cannot sit upon the bones of humans. Nor can a human."

Li Shenkong raised his hand, the tip of his sword pointing at Zhao Cong.

Surprisingly, Zhao Cong wasn't angry. Instead, he said, "You and Zhou Leng are quite alike. You're both very naive. Do you think you can defeat me just because you have the Star-Slaying Sword? Do you think I haven't noticed these past few days that your foundation has been damaged in the True King's Land?"

Li Shenkong was surprised that Zhao Cong had discovered it.

In the True King's Land, he once fought against a demigod, and even with the Starry Sky Divine Sword, his meridians and dantian were injured.

The opponent, after all, is a demigod.

He remained silent for a long time before saying, "Zhou Leng should do Zhou Leng's things, and Li Shenkong should do Li Shenkong's things."

Suddenly, a faint sound came from the direction of the treetops in the distance.

Li Shenkong turned his head to look.

Saw nothing.

A black light flashed in Zhao Cong's eyes, and behind him, a headless demonic corpse appeared.

Both arms, both legs, chest and abdomen, all six parts are intact.

This was a high-level demon commonly found in the Demon Prison, the Flame Demon. Even in death, dark red flames still floated on its six headless divine armor.

The moment the headless god appeared, the same demonic fire erupted from Zhao Cong's body.

The skin all over the body became rough, thickened, and turned dark red.

Two long, fiery horns sprouted from his forehead.

Behind it, its back split open, revealing two enormous black fleshy wings covered in magma stripes.

With the bloodline of the Flame Demon, he wielded the complete headless Flame Demon God.

A faint aura of demigod power emanated from Zhao Cong.

They recognized the devil as their father.

Three high-level semi-divine artifacts appeared on his body.

A demonic fortress transformed into armor, covering his entire body. Wearing the armor was like having a thick, impregnable city wall.

A Heavenly Pearl of Ten Thousand Corpses, scattering light from white bones, adhered to the Demon Ascension Fortress.

A pair of dragon gauntlets, worn on the hands, their surfaces covered with densely packed dragon horn spikes.

He lowered his body slightly, his thighs swelled up twice their size, and with a sudden push off the ground, he charged towards Li Shenkong at a speed far exceeding that of an ordinary Grandmaster King.

Behind them, a ring of dust spread out.

Just as Zhao Cong was about to succeed, Li Shenkong seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and brandished his long sword.

A galaxy of stars spread out, rushing back towards Zhao Cong.

Zhao Cong punched Xinghe, using the force to retreat.

“You’re pretending to be distracted.” Zhao Cong slowly moved to the side, staring at Li Shenkong.

"You've been tricked, Brother Cong."

Li Shenkong's eyes were slightly red, and the edges of his eyes shimmered with a faint light.

"In this world, there is no right or wrong, good or evil. There's no point in saying more. This throne of corpses belongs only to me."

"Even if I die?"

Even if it means death.

“I understand, Zhao Cong.”

Li Shenkong took a deep breath, stepped forward, and swung his sword with both hands.

Zhao Cong was engulfed in hellfire, resembling a demon king descending to earth. With the help of the Flame Demon bloodline and the headless Flame Demon God, his strength soared.

He is as powerful as a newly promoted demigod.

The light of the Star-Slaying Blade and the dark red demonic flames shone above the Corpse King's Throne.

The human masters below fought fiercely, occasionally glancing up at the scene.

The Star-Slaying Sword flashed its clear light continuously, accompanied by a thunderous roar.

Dark red demonic fire erupted everywhere.

The clash of the two forces completely surpassed that of a Grandmaster King, reaching a level close to that of a newly ascended demigod.

Some of the human masters showed expressions of satisfaction.

Li Shenkong did not collude with Zhao Cong.

The Li family did not collude with the Zhao family.

Chen Shouhu roared, "Zhao Cong, I'll fuck you... your ancestor! You dare to hurt Li Shenkong, I'll slaughter your entire family! I'll make sure you have no descendants!"

Wang Boxiong remained silent, calmly facing the challenge, but there were simply too many demons ahead, making it impossible for them to break through.

The two figures were occasionally exposed to the public eye, and a cold smile flashed across the faces of some human grandmasters.

"The Zhao family these days is quite adept at using headless gods," a grandmaster scoffed.

"Li Shenkong, go ahead and kill! If the sky falls, I'll hold it up for you!" Chen Shouhu shouted. "First, kill Zhao Cong, then Zhao Hao! Kill! Kill! Kill! The world is impure, let's carve out a bright and clear world!"

Chen Shouhu's body suddenly swelled up, and he grabbed the shoulders of a demon, his fingers digging into its flesh, and ripped it apart.

lol...

A dignified master demon was torn in two.

He was like a mad tiger, killing one demon master after another.

However, the number of master monsters continues to increase.

Not far away, the heavily injured demigod clones got up one after another, looking at the Corpse King's Throne and the tree canopy.

They didn't make a move, but discussed it in hushed tones.

"Don't worry about the Corpse King's Throne, but as for His Majesty the Heavenly Calamity Envoy..."

The demigods looked at each other, their eyes filled with worry.

In the Demon Prison, the Heavenly Calamity Envoy is comparable to the highest deity.

Even their demigod forms would bow in respect upon seeing them. Even the lords addressed themselves as subordinates.

The demons even knew that, for the Demon Prison, the Ten Realms War would determine the future of the world.

But for the Heavenly Calamity Envoy, it was just a small game.

"What a pity, the Star Destroyer Bottle disappeared inexplicably, otherwise the battle would have been over long ago."

"Your Majesty is, after all, an avatar of a god. With divine power, he is able to suppress the mother tree."

"But... he has used his divine power many times, and his current strength is probably not much. Moreover, as long as he is here, the Mother Tree can be considered the strongest in the Ten Realms."

"Should we go take a look?"

"The remaining power of the mother tree can wipe us all out."

Where is Zhou Leng?

The demigod clones observed carefully, but still could not see Zhou Leng's figure.

Suddenly, the Sword of Innocence looked at the Throne of Corpses and said, "The battle is about to end. Should we make our move?"

"Let's just wait and see. After all, it's just humans killing each other."

"That was Zhao Cong after all. The future Zhao Hao could very well be a lord at the level of Patriarch of Despair or Supreme Saint..."

"It's different. During the last Great War of the Ten Realms, the Patriarch of Despair was the leader of the Deep Council of that world. In order to rise for their own race, the Deep Council stirred up conflicts in the world, tearing it apart..."

"As for Zhao Hao, he was already influenced by Zhao Sheng, and the Supreme Court of the Dragon Kingdom is far superior to those people in the old world. It's hard to say whether he can actually do it."

"Just wait here. All I can say is that the Humanoid Alliance had better pray that His Majesty wins this time. If His Majesty fails and angers his true form, then the next Heavenly Calamity God to descend will burn the Ten Realms with its wrath."

"They simply cannot comprehend His Majesty's power, nor do they understand what a true god is."

Before the Corpse King's throne, Zhao Cong and Li Shenkong stood facing each other.

Zhao Cong's body was covered with large wounds, the edges of which were curled up, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

Both wings behind him were severed.

Originally dark red, his skin color deteriorated to light red due to the enormous consumption of energy.

My legs trembled slightly.

Li Shenkong had very few visible injuries, only three wounds.

But he was bent over, supporting his body with his sword, panting heavily, and sweat pouring down his body.

"I told you long ago, you are not worthy of the Star-Slaying Sword." Zhao Cong's tone was full of malice.

"There are people more worthy of the Star-Slaying Sword than I am."

"Hand over the Star-Slaying Sword and get out of here, and I'll spare your life." Zhao Cong grinned maliciously, his eyes filled with fine black blood vessels.

His entire head had grown larger, the blood of a demon was eroding his brain.

He's becoming more and more like a demon.

Li Shenkong said, "After the last battle in the True King's Land, I've been thinking about one thing every day: what should I do if I encounter that enemy again? In the past few months, all my cultivation has revolved around fighting at a new level. So, do you know who injured me in the True King's Land?"

"Could it be a demigod?"

"You guessed right, my target now is a demigod."

Li Shenkong took a deep breath, suddenly exerted force with his feet, and rushed towards Zhao Cong at a speed far exceeding his previous speed.

"you……"

Zhao Cong hadn't expected that even after the fight had gone this far, Li Shenkong was still holding back his strength.

Zhao Cong panicked.

Because his power is dissipating.

He was ultimately a demonic cultivator, not a true fire demon, and the power of the headless god he could obtain was not complete.

"I am Zhao Sheng's eldest grandson!" Zhao Cong roared as he charged forward against the wind.

"You are no longer Zhao Sheng's child."

After Li Shenkong finished speaking, his figure swayed.

On either side of Zhao Cong's body and directly in front of him stood two identical Li Shenkongs.

The three Li Shenkongs simultaneously brandished their swords.

Three enormous sword blades slashed towards Zhao Cong.

Zhao Cong dodged one sword blade, then used his last remaining semi-divine artifact and power to parry another, before collapsing to the ground.

He struggled to lift his head and look at his own body.

From the right shoulder to the left waist, it breaks off cleanly.

The severed wound emitted a faint light, as the powerful energy of the star artifact eroded his body.

The remaining demigod power allowed him to continue breathing.

Li Shenkong didn't look at Zhao Cong, but walked past him and stood in front of the Corpse King's Throne.

"Stop..." Zhao Cong roared.

Li Shenkong swung his sword down.

The First Corpse Throne collapsed with a crash, bones clashing and scattering across the ground.

The smaller thrones on the edges collapsed one after another.

The entire bone tower began to shake.

"Li Shenkong!" Zhao Cong roared.

Li Shenkong walked over, raised the Star-Slaying Sword, and pointed it at Zhao Cong.

"When I was a child, I didn't understand why I had to learn swordsmanship, nor did I understand why I had to endure pain ten or a hundred times greater than that of ordinary people, to cultivate difficult techniques and sword moves..."

"My most vivid memories of before I was ten years old are of practicing swordsmanship while crying."

"Later, I cried and asked my grandfather: I'm going to break down. I don't know why I'm practicing swordsmanship."

Grandpa thought for a moment and said, "As long as you keep practicing, one day you will find the answer. The answer is not some future moment, not your divine sword, not me, but the sweat and tears you've shed over the years."

"After joining Xu Minglian, I vaguely felt that I had found my direction, but it wasn't clear. So, I doubled my efforts and continued to practice my swordsmanship..."

“Until I left the True King’s Land, until I saw your various traces, until I saw the staircase of human bones, I think I understand why I practiced swordsmanship.”

"Zhou Leng does Zhou Leng's thing, and Li Shenkong does Li Shenkong's thing."

Goodbye, Cong-ge.

The longsword fell, and the throne of the Corpse King collapsed.

(End of this chapter)