Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 709 Enemy
They easily broke through the sea monster's defenses, crossed the barrier between the two worlds, and arrived outside the West Sea Demon City.

Looking up, I saw that the sky was overcast and a light drizzle was falling.

The light rain was pushed aside by an invisible force a meter above the ground and fell in other directions.

Zhou Leng checked the direction and ran towards Xiongcheng, avoiding the city, continuing forward at ten times the speed of sound.

I was a bit exhausted, but the thought of being able to deliver the Divine Essence Pill to Zhang Xinglie as soon as possible made the fatigue worthwhile.

The Demon Prison.

A divine light descended from the sky, piercing through the eighteen levels of the demonic prison and reaching its deepest point.

A tall figure descended.

It was the body of a demon, with fiery horns on its head, fleshy wings spread behind it, its body covered in red scales, thick and powerful legs, and huge claws and toes pressing into the ground.

All demons submit.

"waste."

The God of Calamity snorted coldly, and with a flash, appeared at the border between the Demon Prison and the Water Continent Demon City.

Take a step and you'll arrive at the Water Island Magic City.

He stood in the Water Island Demon City, recalling the memories his clone had sent to his main body before his death.

In the end, a bloody lesson was learned from this calamity.

The demons of the ten realms are all trash.

They are not worth training. If you want to defeat the enemy, you should take matters into your own hands after the War of the Ten Realms begins.

Ultimately, the main body of Aurora Peak decided to send down the avatar of the God of Calamity and no longer pay attention to the demons.

Before the war of the ten realms, continue to travel through the ten realms, experiencing the customs and cultures of other worlds, and then take action when the war of the ten realms begins.

The War of the Ten Realms was a battlefield of destiny for nascent civilizations, but it was merely his playground.

He looked towards the direction of Blue Star.

Thinking of Zhang Xinglie, a look of relief appeared on his face.

The Aurora Peak has spent countless years searching for the legacy of an old friend.

"The Slaughtering Monarch Battle Body is not so easy to cultivate. You need to endure more hardship at the Innate and Grandmaster levels to successfully advance to the Void God realm. If you can defeat this clone of mine in the future, I can spare Blue Star. If you are as useless as the demons, I will destroy you and Blue Star together."

"As for Zhou Leng, he's quite lucky."

For the Aurora Peak itself, even being the chosen one of a world's destiny is nothing to worry about.

At the pinnacle of the aurora, he is the chosen one of countless galaxies.

In his view, Zhou Leng was just lucky; the reason why the clone perished was mainly due to the influence of the mother tree.

"As for the Star Destroyer Bottle... never mind, I don't even dare to investigate the original body, let's just pretend it never happened."

He turned his head and looked towards the world of demons.

"I've heard the Demon World is very interesting, so I'll go to its frontier, start as an ordinary farmer's son, slowly build up a team, and play a game of serfs versus nobles..."

An ordinary person from the world of demons and spirits, who was previously an internet addict and an elderly man, transforms into a demon and spirit. He then embarks on his journey into the world of demons and spirits.

Not far from Water Island Magic City, in the Red Spotted Forest area.

This is the boundary line of the Dragon Kingdom Water Continent Demon City base. Once you arrive here, the network will be connected.

People gradually entered and left.

Some people looked at a giant.

The giant, whose skin was a matte silver, stared silently at the screen of the demonic brain's external display, motionless.

A few people recognized that this person was Shanheyuan.

Suddenly, everyone noticed that two lines of tears were flowing from his eyes.

On the screen of Shanheyuan's glasses, a large number of messages about the Battle of Zhaogong appeared.

All media outlets are reporting on it.

A group of people, led by Chen Shouhu and Wang Boxiong, were turned against humanity by Tong Tianxia of the Huang Meng faction of the Demonic Cult. They turned into demons, spread rumors, and attacked Zhao Gong without any reason.

In the end, it was smashed by the iron fist of the righteous Zhao Gong.

News reports included a large number of names of those who died in action.

The name Zhang Xinglie was prominently listed.

Besides Zhang Xinglie, Shanheyuan also saw the names of many other friends on the list.

He had been in seclusion cultivating, but after learning about the "Ten Thousand Suns Falling from the Sky and a Thousand Chariots Rushing into the Palace" incident from his father, he rushed to the Water Island Demon City.

Looking at the unbelievable news and seeing his friends leave one by one, he couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

He didn't believe it and kept searching for various information.

However, Zhao Gong controls the national media, and whether it is major media outlets or independent media, all of them speak with one voice, believing that Zhao Gong is righteous and that Hu Xiongxia and his two companions have betrayed the human race.

There were no dissenting voices on any public network.

Any dissenting voices were deleted and the accounts blocked immediately.

In recent days, major media outlets have exhibited a kind of schizophrenia.

Some media outlets highly praised the public's commemoration of the victims of Zhao Palace, commending it as a simple expression of people's emotions, noting that they had filled the roads, big and small, outside Zhao Palace with flowers.

Some media outlets criticized a group of people for serious waste, ordering so many flowers, milk tea, hamburgers, and takeout, leaving them on the road. They argued that this was a waste of food, immoral, and unacceptable.

After reading the news, Shanheyuan looked at the martial arts groups and saw that many of them had been shut down.

A few martial arts groups were not blocked, and no one mentioned the keyword.

But all sorts of strange things started to come out.

"The magistrate has started scamming again, and all the anti-fraud personnel have died in the line of duty."

"I'm planning to go to Canada. I've heard there are many descendants of con artists there. Contact me if you're interested."

"I admire animals more and more now. Tigers and polar bears are really awesome. They deserve to be the kings of the animal kingdom. They are much better than monkeys."

"The jade cup is filled with the blood of a thousand families, and the silver candle burns with the fat of ten thousand people."

"Today we summon Zhao Wusheng, only because the demonic fog has returned."

……

It's either poetry competitions or all sorts of insults; no one says who they're insulting, but everyone knows who they're insulting.

Shanheyuan had no choice but to search for information on the external internet.

Upon learning that the Hell Knights' attack on the Black Palace had also failed, and that they had been slaughtered by the Eagle Alliance demigods, they discovered that the Hell Knights had also failed.

All the information he gathered was pretty much the same as what his father had said.

Thinking of the sacrifices of so many friends, Shanheyuan felt utterly powerless.

As a half-giant, there are some things he is destined not to do.

He took a deep look in the direction of the Water Island Demon City, then wiped away his tears.

"Life after life, I will never enter the human world."

After saying that, he took out a large number of medals, certificates, awards, trophies and other items from his magic bag, threw them on the ground, turned around and strode towards the Giant World.

Master Island.

After emerging from seclusion, Song Juesi calmly reviewed the events, but even as a grandmaster, his right hand trembled uncontrollably.

"Why, why..."

With red-rimmed eyes, he looked in the direction of Xiongcheng and sighed deeply.

"The blood of millions of heroes was shed to save a piece of old land."

On the road leading to Xiongcheng.

Dark clouds covered the sky, and the rain continued to fall.

Zhou Leng was in a good mood and ran at Mach 10, keeping all the raindrops out.

Hair not wet, clothes not disheveled.

With a gentle toss of his right hand, he lifted a pill wrapped in tin foil. The thin layer of starlight effectively covered the pill, preventing its medicinal properties from leaking out.

Catch it, then toss it again.

After running for a while, as we approached the city and connected to the network, a screen of light appeared in front of my eyes.

A large number of numbers appear on the green Wuxin app icon.

Click the icon to enter Wuxin and read through everyone's messages.

Let's look at Xu Qingjin's first.

Because he had been cultivating for a long time, Xu Qingjin talked about a lot of things.

Almost all the content is the same.

The content on August 2nd was unique.

"Focus on your cultivation, don't think about anything, don't worry about the outside world. First, become a saint, then we'll talk about it."

After that, Xu Qingjin never left another message.

"I will never return to the Dragon Kingdom. If you need anything, contact me through the Giant Embassy."

This is a message from Shanheyuan.

"After I finish this big job, we'll go back to Rucheng and eat steamed buns together."

This is Hu Yi's message.

"I still believe in the law, but only if the beasts who are corrupting it are dealt with. What I do next will inevitably be covered up by the media. I hope that after you become a Martial Saint, you won't need to exonerate me; just make the whole thing public. Best wishes for your martial success."

This is a message from Lü Yuanhao.

"If I don't contact you again, remember to go to the Li Clan to find my sister. The Star-Slaying Sword is for you, Senior Brother."

This is Li Shenkong's message.

"Climb to sainthood properly, no matter what happens, remember to climb to sainthood first. Also, remember to listen to the sound of the flute from time to time."

This is Wang Boxiong's message.

"The future of humanity is in your hands."

This is Chen Shouhu's message.

"Next year, please offer incense to your uncle and bring him a bottle of Coke. Don't forget, some winds, no matter where they start or when they end, will eventually blow on you."

This is Tong Tianxia's message.

"Don't worry about anything, just continue your ascension to sainthood. After you advance to Martial Saint, remember to avenge your fallen comrades. I'm sorry, I can't take a photo with you on Mount Tai."

This is Zhang Xinglie's message.

Zhou Leng suddenly stopped.

The ground, hundreds of meters wide, suddenly cracked open, sending dust flying everywhere.

The Divine Essence Pill, suspended in mid-air, landed on Zhou Leng's fingertip, flicked out diagonally, landed on the ground, rolled a few times, and came to a stop.

The invisible force dissipated, and rain fell on my body, wetting my hair and clothes, and slowly flowing down my body.

Suddenly, a sharp ringing sound pierced Zhou Leng's skull as he squinted his left eye, tilted his head to the right, and stared blankly ahead.

The wind and rain were dark and gloomy, and the sound of a flute pierced the sky.

Zhou Leng stood for a long time, then bent down, picked up the Divine Essence Pill, and held it tightly in his hand.

"perhaps……"

Continue running forward, towards Xiongcheng, but change direction slightly, heading towards Zhao Palace on the outskirts of Xiongcheng.

Along the way, Zhou Leng frantically searched for all kinds of information and contacted everyone.

One piece of despairing news after another exploded in my heart like nuclear bombs.

Uncle Li Linhan was also captured and killed by the Demonic Sect and used as a sacrifice for Zhao Cong's Corpse King Throne.

Zhou Leng's eyes grew increasingly cold.

Finally, using their access privileges, they found a large number of photos and videos.

Looking at the familiar faces in the photos lying in the coffins, Zhou Leng's blood trembled slightly.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at the Divine Essence Pill in his right hand.

I successfully refined the elixir, but I will never see you again.

Zhou Leng took a deep breath, a deep breath, a deep breath...

My mind and heart felt like two flames burning my entire body.

Zhou Leng was unable to remain calm and could only suppress his raging anger by taking deep breaths.

Keep looking at the materials, keep reading the news, keep verifying...

The road ahead was shrouded in continuous rain.

Groups of people, some wearing raincoats, some holding umbrellas, and some with nothing at all, gathered at the end of the road.

Opposite them, a martial artist wearing a raincoat blocked their way.

"I understand you, but please understand us too. We can't pass through here..."

"Flowers can't be left here either, they'll be cleared away soon..." "The food delivery platform has already marked the area as an inaccessible location..."

"We hope you won't make things difficult for us. We don't want to clash with you either. Many of our brothers have been punished because of conflicts with you..."

Zhou Leng's face gradually changed, returning to its original appearance.

"It's Zhou Leng..."

“Zhou Leng…”

Countless people turned around and looked at Zhou Leng.

They looked at Zhou Leng, and for some reason, their eyes suddenly reddened.

Some people couldn't stop crying.

Zhou Leng walked up to the guards and said, "I'm going to the Zhao Palace. You don't need to stop me, and you can't stop me anyway. Besides..."

With that, he shouted loudly, "Everyone, stay away from Zhao Palace. Zhou Leng of the Ancient River Sect will today ascend to sainthood by stepping over Zhao Palace. Those who obstruct me will be treated as members of the Demonic Cult."

The loud sound traveled for dozens of kilometers.

The guards involuntarily stepped aside, and Zhou Leng strode forward.

"Let's get out of here!"

"Let's go watch the game from a distance!"

Everyone quickly moved away.

Ahead, some people abandoned their duty to guard Zhao Gong and walked away into the distance.

But there were still some people staring intently at Zhou Leng.

“This is the private territory of the Zhao clan. Please leave immediately!” said a Zhao clan warrior.

Zhou Leng ignored him and continued forward.

The man reached out to stop him, but Zhou Leng didn't even have to lift a finger. He released his strength, and everyone nearby was sent flying.

The human martial artist is unconscious.

The demonic martial artist died.

Zhou Leng continued forward, and no matter how many martial artists appeared in front of him, they were all blasted away.

They either fainted or died.

After walking through three streets, Zhou Leng arrived at the gate of Zhao Palace.

In the photo, the place is already in ruins.

But now, it's no different from before, and even deliberately aged.

Zhou Leng stared at the two characters "Zhao Gong" on the gate plaque for a few seconds before stepping forward.

With each step taken, a rumble echoed from underground.

Cracks spread, and the gate, walls, and the entire courtyard collapsed.

As the second step was taken, the walls outside the entire Zhao Palace collapsed, and large areas of the building cracked.

As the third step was taken, ninety percent of Zhao Gong's buildings collapsed, except for the main hall in the center, which remained standing.

In the main hall at the front, a handsome middle-aged man sat on the dragon throne.

He had a high forehead, a broad face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, exuding a righteous and awe-inspiring a

The ground around the main hall collapsed and cracked, but it had no effect on the main hall at all.

Zhou Leng stepped forward, and the two looked at each other.

"You shouldn't have come." Zhao Hao looked at Zhou Leng, his voice seemingly tinged with regret.

Zhou Leng remained silent, taking one step at a time.

With each step taken, the ground around the main hall trembled slightly.

When Zhou Leng arrived at the foot of the main hall steps, everything within a radius of one hundred meters—whether it was artificial hills, broken bricks, concrete, steel bars, wood, or glass—shattered into tiny particles.

A hundred-meter-high desert.

However, in the main hall of the Zhao Palace where Zhao Hao was located, only the edges showed minor cracks.

"There aren't many young geniuses left in the world," Zhao Hao sighed.

Zhou Leng took a step forward, causing the ground to collapse. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Zhao Hao and threw a punch.

The first move of the East Wind Fist is "The fist rises from the green mountains."

With a single punch, the air condensed into a semi-transparent, continuous green mountain range, which adhered to his arm.

The details of the green mountains are so lifelike, as if they were personally sculpted by a master painter.

On the green hill, a house that hadn't been there before appeared.

Inside the room stood a blurry figure dressed in old gray-blue clothes.

The person's face was indistinct, with no facial features, but judging from his figure alone, he bore a striking resemblance to Zhao Dongjun.

This is the symbol of the Divine Realm East Wind Fist.

The Eastern Lord has arrived.

Even someone as experienced as Zhao Hao was seeing a master like him reach the divine level in the East Wind Fist for the first time.

Originally, only a martial saint could do this.

As if his memories were stirred, he raised his palm, and a magnificent landscape painting appeared before him.

An unimaginable power erupted from the Martial Saint's body.

In an instant, Zhou Leng felt a tightness in his chest, as if he had crashed into an invisible wall of air.

Fists and palms collided.

A white shockwave exploded outwards, shaking the area for dozens of meters. The main hall collapsed, Zhou Leng was sent flying backwards, while Zhao Hao remained motionless.

A look of seriousness flashed in Zhao Hao's eyes.

He used his true energy.

But Zhou Leng's punch was purely physical force.

A human body is stronger than his demonized martial saint body.

He realized that his own Martial Saint power originally had an absolute suppressive effect on everyone below the Martial Saint level.

However, there was some suppression of Zhou Leng, but not much.

Zhou Leng's clothes were torn, but he was unharmed and walked over again.

Inside his abdomen, a red light shone brightly, like a rising sun.

Zhao Hao sensed an aura similar to the Great Sun Divine Art. Looking at Zhou Leng's cold eyes, he said, "I heard that you are purely on an external mission. To avoid instigating internal strife, you have been fighting in other worlds. I don't understand why you are involved in this battle between humans."

Zhou Leng's eyes flashed, and scenes from the past floated before his eyes as he continued forward.

"When I was a child, I watched TV, went online, and read books, and there was one thing I never understood: why do humans always fight amongst themselves? Wouldn't it be better to save our energy to explore the stars and defend against external enemies? So, I became an envoy..."

“From childhood to adulthood, I’ve always tried to avoid internal strife, I’ve always avoided it. I thought that by avoiding internal strife, I could conserve my strength and use it for external battles. After dealing with the monsters and all the external crises, I could then turn around and solve the internal crisis facing humanity…”

"Then, when I was halfway there, I looked back and saw that humanity was almost wiped out by you all. When I saw those familiar names appearing on the obituaries, I suddenly understood..."

"All of humanity's just wars, not civil wars, are fought by us humans against you demons disguised as humans."

"You are not human, you are demons, you are the enemy."

"I, Zhou Leng, will vanquish the demon today."

After he finished speaking, a faint golden light emanated from Zhou Leng's body.

With the collective will of the people, one can build a great city.

The Dragon Kingdom possesses extraordinary abilities and a united will, but this strength can only be exerted externally, not internally.

Such golden light also shone on their bodies when the myriad suns fell from the sky.

"Your theory of enemies is very interesting. I didn't expect that your East Wind Fist has fully captured the essence of your father's art, and even your strange internal energy is similar to the Great Sun Divine Art. Tell me, is the sixth volume of the 'Eastern Lord's Miscellaneous Collection' in your possession?"

Zhao Hao slowly stood up, his inner energy surging, and the air around him hissed and crackled.

A solid wall of true qi stood blocking the way.

He had only recently been promoted to Martial Saint. Due to the mixing of demonic power, his total strength had increased, but his control over it had actually decreased.

Zhou Leng's gaze shifted slightly, and some things he couldn't understand in the past suddenly became connected because of Zhao Hao's words.

"Do you really believe in the 'Six Volumes of Dongjun'?"

"Of course, my father said it himself."

"He said he never mentioned where the 'Six Volumes of Dongjun' is?"

"No, not at all." Zhao Hao said with a look of regret.

“That’s it, that’s it, the Six Volumes of Dongjun, right here on the long road to enlightenment, right here at Shangganling, right here on the battlefield of ten thousand cores.”

"I've been there," Zhao Hao said calmly, not believing it.

“And right in front of you,” Zhou Leng said slowly.

Zhao Hao narrowed his eyes, thinking of a possibility, but immediately dismissed it.

Zhou Lengdao said, "I am 'The Six Volumes of Dongjun,' Zhang Xinglie is, Wang Boxiong is, Chen Shouhu is, Tong Tianxia is, Li Shenkong is, Hu Yi is, Zhao Lianshuo is, Wanhe Qibao is, Wanyang Tianzhui is, and every one of us who believes in the spirit of Zhao Dongjun is 'The Six Volumes of Dongjun.'"

Sparks swirled around Zhou Leng, and an unimaginable fist-like aura rose from him.

Behind him, a large painting of the entire Dragon Kingdom's landscape appeared, eventually transforming into a cloak of light and shadow that landed behind Zhou Leng.

The tenth move of the East Wind Fist: I am granted the mandate of heaven, and the fist technique is complete.

Zhao Hao felt as if a thunderclap had struck his ears, and he suddenly remembered a sentence his father had said.

"...As for the 'Six Volumes,' you don't need to look for them; they will definitely come to you on their own. Of course, the more frequently you look for them, the sooner they will arrive."

Previously, he thought it was just his father's old-fashioned advice or casual response.

Now, looking at Zhou Leng, he felt an indescribable emotion rising within him.

She felt an intense aversion to Zhou Leng, but deep within this aversion lay a sliver of worry, or rather, fear.

This fear seems to have always existed, for many years.

Zhou Lenghe's "The Six Volumes of Dongjun" unveils a corner of fear.

"Today, I ask you to read the sixth volume of 'The Eastern Lord'!"

Zhou Leng unleashed a punch that split the sea dragon shadow.

Ahead, the sky and earth flickered between light and darkness, and the wind and rain were misty and indistinct.

On a small boat, Zhao Dongjun's phantom stood.

Beneath the small boat, a massive black shadow moved rapidly forward.

Boom...

Like a dragon emerging from the water, Zhou Leng's fist, along with his right arm, attacked Zhao Hao.

When Zhao Hao saw his father's phantom, he felt a little scared, but after all, he was a Martial Saint. Even though he had not yet fully condensed the Martial Saint's divine power, he still possessed great strength.

He also threw a punch.

The two fists collided, and Zhou Leng staggered back more than ten steps. At this moment, a gray mountain appeared on his right fist.

Zhao Hao, who hadn't even thrown a punch, stumbled backward, crashing into the dragon throne and then into the mural of the Nine Dragons Emerging from the Sea under the Blue Sky and White Sun.

He remained calm and stood still, as if the punch he had just thrown was insignificant.

That wasn't a punch just now; it was the fourth move of the East Wind Fist, Shaking the Western Mountain.

When this move is mastered to its fullest potential, it can be incorporated into other fist techniques.

Zhao Hao did not succeed in mastering it.

He glanced at his chest out of the corner of his eye.

The blood and qi are churning.

The newly crowned Martial Saint was actually injured by a Grandmaster named Wang Zhen.

The opponent's power was extremely strange, filled with a grand yet malevolent feeling, reminiscent of the power to destroy stars.

His own martial saint true energy was unable to completely block the mysterious power.

"What kind of cultivation technique have you been practicing?" Zhao Hao asked.

Zhou Leng did not answer, but continued to unleash the East Wind Fist attack technique, punch after punch.

With each punch, he abandoned all variations of his moves, meeting Zhao Hao's attacks head-on.

As a newly promoted Martial Saint, Zhao Hao naturally understood Zhou Leng's purpose.

It takes physical strength, willpower, and spirit.

The opponent is afraid of not having enough strength and is worried about a protracted battle, so they want to trade blows.

Zhao Hao's lips curled up slightly, and he responded directly without hesitation.

One move after another, until Zhou Leng finished his sixteenth move, "Wind and Rain Mighty Advance," both of them were shaken and forced to retreat repeatedly.

(End of this chapter)