Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 659 - 638: Don’t Mention It

The Celestial Calamity Envoy even said that if Zhao Dongjun were a bit luckier and born in an Intermediate Civilization with Martial Arts heritage, not necessarily a High-Level Civilization, it would be highly likely for him to achieve "Civilization Ascension to Divinity" and become a True God.

It is the essence of a civilization.

"Let’s go." The Light of Redemption looked back in the direction where Zhou Leng disappeared, deciding to first cultivate by the Divine Vein River for a while. As for the Star Shattering Bottle, whoever wants it can take it; his own Martial Arts are most important.

The Light of Redemption took a slow deep breath, a long-lost fighting spirit rising within.

Back then, it was understandable to be scared by Martial Saint Zhao Dongjun to the point of trauma.

But, one must never repeat such a mistake, getting scared by a child into another trauma.

"I can give you treasures, but I must not be intimidated by you!"

The Light of Redemption’s gaze was firm, exhibiting the dignity of an Upper-Rank Grandmaster.

Ajong said, "His East Wind Fist seems to be stronger than Saint Zhao from the same period; it has the confidence of Dragon Image Dividing the Sea, a sign of Saint Zhao establishing a sect."

The Light of Redemption felt a heart-wrenching pain, saying, "Can you not mention Saint Zhao, talk about something else."

"What a strange fellow..." Ajong muttered quietly.

The Giant Camp.

The Upper-Rank Grandmaster Su Fenghe cupped his fists towards Li Shenkong, saying, "Since you do not wish to join us, we can only bid farewell."

After speaking, Su Fenghe, leading a team composed of Grandmasters from various countries and fields, left the Giant Camp.

Li Shenkong, carrying a sword box on his back, watched Su Fenghe and the others’ backs from afar.

Su Fenghe was quite close with the Zhao Family and had interactions with Li Family elders; Li Shenkong originally intended to cooperate with him.

Unexpectedly, Su Fenghe not only united Grandmasters from various countries but also rallied some Demons, Beastmen, and Giants; Li Shenkong found it inappropriate and declined Su Fenghe’s invitation.

"This person..."

In the team, there were several Upper-Rank Grandmasters, members of the foreign Demon Worship Sect, who could persuade Demons and Beastmen; this person’s identity was too peculiar.

Not to mention Su Fenghe, even as the heir of the Li Clan, he did not have the influence to rally so many Grandmasters from different fields.

Moreover, he heard from his family’s elders that Su Fenghe once wanted to kill Zhou Leng, but upon discovering Zhou Leng’s Martial Arts capabilities had ended, he gave up.

However, with the Starry Sky Divine Artifact in hand, he felt no need to team up with them.

He glanced at the direction, bearing the Star Sky Divine Sword, and headed straight to Wanyun Mountain.

Upon entering, he had already teamed up with Giants, killing a large number of Divine Death Spirits and initiating a ritual to strengthen the Giant Body’s power of wonders.

Next, he must go to the Divine Vein River.

Mountain River Celestial Peak looked at Li Shenkong’s departing silhouette, then towards the numerous Giants in the camp.

The Upper-Rank and Middle-Rank Grandmasters of the Giant World were mostly gathered here.

"In these days, we have thoroughly investigated..."

"Overall, there has been no change from the past; the Giant Divine Death Spirits mostly show no hostility, while the Giant Dragon Divine Death Spirits still attack us upon sight, and those Divine Death Beasts remain mindless as always, best to stay away from them..."

"However, the appearance of Alien Giants and Alien Giant Dragons drastically affects us. We must band together, give up the original plan of acting freely..."

"Besides Giants and Giant Dragons, we’ve found other Alien Star People, which is a very bad sign, indicating more forces are involved..."

"The original plan to go to the Divine Vein River is canceled, as entering the Giant Dragon Divine Death Spirit area might provoke a much larger battle than before..."

"Now, we head to the Ancient Altar to prepare for initiating the Ancient Summoning. As long as we maintain sufficient numbers and help trigger the Ancient Altar, Alien Giants won’t make things difficult for us..."

"Hopefully Zhou Leng can arrive at the Ancient Altar on time..."

"Move!" Mountain River Celestial Peak glanced at the unfazed Golden Li, issuing the command.

Dozens of Grandmasters formed a majestic team, striding out of the Giant Camp.

Not far from the Giant Camp, beside a blood-red lake.

Hundreds of Alien Giants yelled loudly.

They were slightly different from Giants of the Giant World, with darker skin, all bald, thinner, and more agile.

"Kill all the Giant Dragons!"

"Kill all the Giant Dragons!"

The Alien Giants shouted slogans, like a mighty army, running forward.

In no time, Alien Giants encountered a group of bizarre Divine Death Beasts with snake bodies and Giant heads; both sides charged straight at each other, wordlessly.

Within half a moment, Alien Giants slaughtered the Divine Death Beasts entirely, carrying their bodies as they ran, munching as if snacking.

"Delicious..."

With Sparse Stars’ scarce resources, Alien Giants rarely ate such energy-rich flesh.

Meanwhile, descending Alien Giant Dragons treated this place as ancestral territory, beginning indiscriminate hunting.

A mixed team of Demon Worship Sect, Beastman, and Demon Grandmasters rapidly moved toward the Star Shattering Bottle’s location.

Su Fenghe, relying on his strong abilities and position in the Demon Worship Sect, led the team.

He issued orders as he ran.

"We need to get the Star Shattering Bottle to the best of our ability..."

"Only by achieving great success do we qualify to negotiate terms with His Majesty the Celestial Calamity Envoy, to contend for the First Corpse King Throne..."

"By the way, before entering, I got word that Zhou Leng has also entered here. Orders from above are given; if he can be captured alive, do so; if not, kill him."

A Demon said, "Mrs. Xiyang ordered that Zhou Leng must not be killed."

"We don’t want to kill Zhou Leng, but if he resists, we cannot be blamed. This is the Sect Hierarch’s command, as well as His Majesty the Celestial Calamity Envoy’s command. Zhou Leng is still on His Majesty the Celestial Calamity Envoy’s list!"

"Understood..."

In True King Land, various clans either migrated, fled, hid, or faced off.

Occasionally, a Demigod Divine Death Spirit was startled, slaughtering everything, then silently lurking.

Legend has it that in Divine Death Land, two Divine Spirits have yet to truly perish, awaiting the chance, hunting Demigods to accumulate resurrection power.

Zhou Leng traversed at double the speed of sound; soon, he saw a huge black shadow lying at the ends of the earth.

Possibly tens of thousands of meters high, infinite in length, shrouded in faint red mist from afar.

"Lethal Star Core, Disaster Land..."

Zhou Leng was confirming direction from the map when two Alien Giants suddenly came across his path, both sides gave each other a glance.

Unexpectedly, the two slightly dark Giants sneered and charged.

A hint of impatience finally flickered in Zhou Leng’s eyes.

His current trip is not primarily for the Lethal Star Core; finding materials for the Divine Essence Pill to heal Zhang Xinglie’s wounds is most crucial.

Not knowing the location, aimlessly searching will consume a lot of time.

There are always people wasting his time, not just once or twice.

This time, without a word, he charged toward the two alien giants.

Approaching, he suddenly accelerated.

His whole body was like a nimble bird, dodging the giants’ attacks, while his hands formed a sword gesture to pierce through.

Shhh...

Two strands of Void-Breaking Finger Sword Qi flew out simultaneously.

One sword qi penetrated a giant’s skull, stirring its brains.

The other giant sharply turned its head, as the sword qi grazed past the scalp.

"Hmm?"

Zhou Leng looked at the alien giant that survived, his gaze slightly cold, he sank his shoulders, and both arms moved forward.

At first glance, it was just two fists thrust out from two arms.

But within a blink, arms and fist shadows filled the sky, like a wall of wind and curtain of rain, pounding at the alien giant.

The sixteenth move of East Wind Fist, Storm Advancing with Vigor.

This fist technique excels in one word, multitude; after mastering the momentum, it’s as if countless troops were advancing forward.

Even general grandmasters find it hard to grasp the essence of this move; most practitioners need to reach Martial Saints to fully execute it.

Storm Advancing with Vigor is the watershed of East Wind Fist.

Before this, one was a grandmaster; after this, a Martial Saint.

Zhou Leng has already nearly mastered the first eight moves of East Wind Fist, only slightly lacking in Dragon-Tiger Convergence, thus beginning to strengthen training in the subsequent moves.

The opponent clearly stronger, more suitable for honing fist techniques.

The alien giant was also an upper-rank grandmaster, unhesitatingly engaging in counterattacks.

Boom boom boom...

Every second, the two exchanged hundreds of punches, with shockwaves breaking out everywhere in the sky.

"Good!"

Zhou Leng finally found an opponent who could withstand his fist technique, advancing step by step, punch by punch.

Initially, there were thirty fist shadows simultaneously, but as the combat continued, the number of simultaneous fist shadows increased.

Gradually, at each moment, there appeared a whole sixty fist shadows in front of Zhou Leng.

Each fist shadow’s power was only slightly weaker than a real punch, sufficient to easily annihilate a middle-rank grandmaster.

The opponent surprisingly could take them head-on.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds...

When the battle reached thirty seconds, Zhou Leng’s numerous fist shadows made a breakthrough, landing on the alien giant.

The alien giant, brave and fierce, surprisingly resisted the fist shadows and continued counter-attacking.

Countless fist shadows collided between the two, with booming sounds and large plumes of dust swirling out in all directions.

"No wonder it’s a Divine Spirit bloodline..."

Storm Advancing with Vigor was strong, but ultimately not fully mastered, time to change moves.

Hands drew circles in the air, to the left side, the air condensed into a blue sky; the right side, the air condensed into a black starry night.

After drawing circles, hands met, completing the second move of East Wind Fist, Fusion of Four Directions.

Between them, night and day alternated, forming a rotating Tai Chi symbol, extraordinarily mysterious.

All the power attacked by the alien giant was either absorbed or deflected by Fusion of Four Directions.

In an instant, Zhou Leng pushed forward with both arms.

On the left arm, air gathered into a tiger, with black-yellow stripes, fierce and ferocious.

On the right arm, air coalesced into a dragon, with green dragon scales, fierce as a demon.

The sixth move of East Wind Fist, Dragon-Tiger Convergence.

As the dragon and tiger formed, Zhou Leng clasped his hands together.

The dragon and tiger intertwined, shot out, made a strange roar, charging through the daytime-nighttime Tai Chi symbol, towards the alien giant.

Where had the alien giant ever seen such a magical move, yet it still threw a fist to strike.

One punch, pierced through the dragon and tiger.

The next instant, the dragon and tiger seemed slowly and gently tangled.

Shhh...

A strange sound resounded, the alien giant’s entire right arm was twisted into minced flesh, scattered flying, leaving only white bones.

Among the first eight moves of East Wind Fist, the most powerful is neither Autumn Waves Mountain River nor Wind-Fire Scorching Plains, but this move Dragon-Tiger Convergence.

Until now, Zhou Leng hasn’t fully understood it.

But using it to kill this alien giant is enough.

Zhou Leng pressed forward, once again thrusted out his arms, one up, one down, dragon above, tiger below.

This time, the fist momentum elevated, following the dragon and tiger, a mighty mountain emerged.

The mountain aided the dragon and tiger, creating an initial momentum.

The dragon and tiger flying out hadn’t yet touched the alien giant before the fist momentum already reached.

Before the dragon and tiger, a massive white qi force exploded, catching the alien giant off guard, his chest and abdomen shattered, his body flew backward.

While still in mid-air, Zhou Leng leaped forward, lifted his arm, lowered his elbow.

The elbow tip struck right at the alien giant’s lower abdomen.

Puff...

Alien giant’s body folded, heavily crashed onto the ground, creating a deep crater several meters wide.

Although embedded in the soil, he still attempted to counterattack, but a foot landed on his head.

Bang...

The giant’s head burst open.

Zhou Leng glanced at the alien giant, storing it in a Magic Spirit Bag specially for corpses, faster than erasing traces.

Lifting his leg, he continued rushing towards Wanyun Mountain.

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