Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 418 - 403: Useful

Rao Mingxian slipped into the passage and disappeared.

"Ouch..." Not far away, the Flesh and Blood War Chariot suddenly awoke, groaning softly.

Everyone looked over.

The charred Radiance of the Bright Candle was embedded in the chariot, barely alive.

The Flesh and Blood War Chariot frowned and slowly stood up, eyes dazed, seemingly losing consciousness.

Zhou Leng rushed over, smashed the head of the Radiance of the Bright Candle with a punch, then grabbed the Flesh and Blood War Chariot and slammed it furiously into the ground.

Finally, he smashed the body of the Flesh and Blood War Chariot out of its frame, crushing it into minced meat, spilling everywhere.

Everyone felt a chill on their backs; the martial artist was indeed violent.

The remaining demons scattered and fled, Zhou Leng chased after them, killing more than half.

Returning, Zhou Leng reached out and ruffled Zhang Xiaoxiao’s hair.

Zhang Xiaoxiao mumbled, "I’m not a child anymore."

Yet her eyes gleamed with joy.

"How are you?" Zhou Leng looked at Silverlake Moon.

"I’ve completed the Elf inheritance, according to the clan rules, I will be conferred the title of Elf Saintess, all glory and credit belong to you." Silverlake Moon bowed her head in salute.

Zhou Leng looked around and said, "Let’s go back together. Xiaoxiao, it’s dangerous here, come with us."

"Okay." Zhang Xiaoxiao’s expression was awkward, but her steps were cheerful.

In the team of the Huang Meng Sect, most did not know Zhou Leng, but a few older ones looked at him with particularly gentle eyes.

Just like watching their own child.

The team ran forward.

The news that Zhou Leng killed the Radiance of the Bright Candle and the Flesh and Blood War Chariot, and resisted a Great Demon’s explosive flame attack, spread quickly by the Demon Warlocks.

Jax received the news and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Although I don’t know what happened to Tu Rong, his wish has been fulfilled..."

Far away, the Mad Prince Aiden, who was digging up the Ancient Tree Fossil, received the news and sighed softly.

The Radiance of the Bright Candle was ultimately his collaborator.

"This Zhou Leng is a bit troublesome..." Aiden furrowed his brows tightly.

Not far away, the Zhao Family’s team.

Zhao He looked at the information received by the Demon Spirit Masters accompanying the army, shared it with everyone, and then smiled.

"Not bad, this incident proves that Zhou Leng is far more worthy of befriending than imagined."

Lou Fei Qiong said, "I think this news is somewhat exaggerated, Zhou Leng’s victory is true, but more likely aided by his friends. The intelligence also shows many forest tribes were present."

"It’s possible, though his relationship with the elves seems quite good," Zhao He said.

Lou Fei Qiong laughed, "Zhou Leng is very shrewd, he likely won the elves’ favor through deception or flattery, thereby gaining their help. He tricked the dwarves before at the dwarf treasure, I saw it with my own eyes."

"Hmm? You praised Zhou Leng before, why the sudden change?"

"I’m just being honest, he has good points and bad, not a perfect person, very normal. Saying he killed the Muscle Innate Flesh and Blood War Chariot and the Candleholder with demigod blood, I don’t believe it, there’s surely a catch."

"True. You’re not likely to be jealous, there might be other unknown factors, let’s wait, can’t jump to conclusions. By the way, I heard your Lou Family is monitoring him?" Zhao He seemed to casually glance at Lou Fei Qiong.

Lou Fei Qiong’s heart raced, quickly calmed, sighed, and said, "That’s why I’m here."

Zhao He was pensive, nodded, and said, "It’s hard for you, you’re actually not suited for this kind of task."

"For the Lou Family, I have no choice."

Zhao He patted Lou Fei Qiong’s shoulder and said, "You’d better hurry up with your cultivation, if you reach Bone Forging, we’ll head to the Great Battlefield together. Compared to that, the Tree-man World is nothing."

"Alright."

Zhou Leng and the others smoothly returned to the gathering place of the elves and forest tribes.

Zhou Leng obtained a high-level inheritance, which the elves couldn’t precisely sense, on the contrary.

Silverlake Moon received a normal inheritance, this kind of aura and power are clearly recorded among the elves.

The elves came up in a flurry, took Silverlake Moon away, into the Magical Palace, to inquire thoroughly.

Afterwards, Silverlake Wind led Silverlake Moon, also inviting Zhou Leng into the Magical Palace.

Here, besides Silverlake Wind, sat four Grandmaster elves.

Two men and two women, older, their gaze towards Zhou Leng extremely complex.

Zhou Leng sat at the head seat and said, "What’s this, the power of the elven race declines, and so does their etiquette?"

Silverlake Moon swiftly half-kneeled on the ground, loudly saying, "Silverlake Moon pays respect to the Duke."

The other elves below the Grandmaster level were startled, even the Saintess kneeled, they had no choice, and fell to their knees in droves.

Silverlake Wind helplessly bowed.

The other four Grandmaster elves glanced at each other, sighed deeply, bowed, and said, "Greetings, esteemed Duke."

Zhou Leng had long seen through the elves’ temperament; the better treated, the more they see it as weak and easy to deceive, so he did not give them a good face, just smiled at Silverlake Moon and said, "You may rise, you are different from them in my heart."

"Yes." Silverlake Moon looked up at Zhou Leng, and smiled sweetly.

The other elves saw this, and thought, it’s bad, this outsider prophet, saint, duke, and future prince, has already...

It’s over...

Silverlake Moon was the first in thousands of years to enter the Elf Holy Land and obtain the inheritance, she will surely become a Grandmaster and might even ascend to demigod.

While they were discussing just now, planning countless directions and paths, they hadn’t considered this Zhou Leng.

However, Zhou Leng also entered the Holy Land, theoretically, he must be enfeoffed as an Elven Prince.

But the status of the Elf Duke is half a rank above theirs, and once enfeoffed as an Elven Prince, he would stand equal to the Elf Saintess, with the right to command all Elven Grandmasters.

Zhou Leng swept his eyes over a multitude of elves and finally looked at the four Elven Grandmasters, saying, "The scheme you are plotting, everyone knows it clearly. Now the situation in the Tree-man World, you have also seen, the purposes of the Celestial Calamity Envoy, Demon, and giant insect, are already crystal clear."

"What level you elves are, what capabilities you have, and what the final result will be, you are clear about."

"Therefore, as the Elf Duke, for the future of the elves, I am issuing an order, not a discussion."

"I need a group of elves to leave here and go to other worlds, as a backup, to prevent the extinction of the elf race."

"I do not force others, but Silver Lake Moon and Silver Lake Wind must follow me, there is no room for negotiation."

"Some elves will follow me to a world that cannot be disclosed temporarily, to develop and strengthen the elves, led by Silver Lake Moon. Another part of the elves will stay in the Dragon Country, join the United Front Department, led by Elder Silver Lake Wind."

An Elven Grandmaster said, "Honorable..."

"Yes, my Duke." Silver Lake Moon nodded in acceptance.

All elves, hearing Silver Lake Moon’s address, had the same thought in their hearts.

It’s over, it’s over...

The Elven Grandmaster remained silent. Since the Elf Saintess agreed, ordinary elders had no qualification to refute.

Unless, they wanted to split the elven race.

The elven race can no longer afford such turmoil.

Zhou Leng continued, "As for other matters, I am too lazy to care. By the way, when I advance to Grandmaster, I will go to the Celestial Rank Cultivation Land of the elven race, but it now belongs to the Insect Race and has nothing to do with you anymore."

The elves, seeing his temperament this bad, were inwardly furious, yet dared not flare up.

Silver Lake Wind forced a smile and said, "Your Highness Duke, we wish to know, what did you experience in the high-level inheritance?"

All the elves stared intently at Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng said, "It’s nothing much, just that all the past Elven Kings descended together to crown me, reciting sacred poems, saying that I am the envoy of the Elf God on earth, requiring all elves in the Ten Realms to obey my commands, and asking me to revive the elven race."

"Then, I said, let’s wait and see."

All the elves were bewildered; is this something to joke about casually?

Not afraid of divine retribution?

Or is it true?

Silver Lake Moon cautiously reminded, "My Duke, the Elf God does exist."

"Hmm, really?" Zhou Leng asked.

Silver Lake Moon nodded forcefully in an obscure manner.

Zhou Leng, putting on a solemn expression, said, "For the Elf God, I will try my best to save the elven race."

The Elven Grandmasters looked at each other, vaguely guessed that perhaps he disapproved of the elven race’s style, so intentionally acted like this, and fundamentally did not want to be too entangled with the elven race, only willing to accept part of the elves.

Instead, they breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that if this Zhou Leng were an ambitious person, it would be dangerous.

Silver Lake Wind said, "We can negotiate a cooperation plan with humans."

Zhou Leng said, "First, find a way back to the Tree-man Base, and discuss it there. It’s too dangerous here."

"As you command."

At this moment, a torrent of killing intent swept through the cave hall, infiltrating the magic palace.

The faces of the Elven Grandmasters changed drastically, both terrified and hateful.

The terror was far greater than hate.

"Protect the Saintess!" an Elven Grandmaster said.

"Protect the Saintess!"

Numerous elves quickly walked out of the magic palace.

Zhou Leng and Silver Lake Moon exchanged a glance.

Zhou Leng asked, "What happened?" but a faint sense of familiarity lingered in his heart.

"I don’t know either."

The two walked side by side out of the magic palace.

Zhou Leng looked outside and saw the red-haired, blue-skinned Blood of Tyranny rushing over, striking to kill the Elven Grandmasters.

At this time, Blood of Tyranny was still exuding a strong aura of the Ancient Heart of Life all over.

Zhou Leng was full of helplessness at his senior brother who acted like a madman, killing Grandmasters all over the world, had he not completed the Martial Saint blood path?

The Elven Grandmasters were ready to retaliate with all their strength.

"Hmm? Why are you here?" Blood of Tyranny landed from mid-air, looking at Zhou Leng as if nothing was the matter.

Zhou Leng said, "I... have some connection with these elves."

"What kind of connection?"

"I am their Duke."

"Why do you always swagger and deceive? Can’t you focus on cultivating the martial arts of the Ancient River Sect?" Blood of Tyranny frowned.

Like an old father seeing his child idly hanging out with a group of careless friends.

Zhou Leng helplessly defended, "Senior Brother, I didn’t, I accidentally joined the elves’ trial and accidentally gained this identity. Can they even afford to delay my cultivation in the Ancient River Sect martial arts?"

"True... Are they useful for you to keep?" Blood of Tyranny glanced at the few Grandmasters.

Zhou Leng pointed at Silver Lake Moon and Silver Lake Wind, saying, "These two are useful, the others are not much use."

The four Elven Grandmasters could understand the language of the Dragon Country; earlier, they were sulking, but now they were so frightened that their souls nearly flew away, hastily bowing their heads and saying, "Your Highness Duke, you must not break your oath to the Elf God, please do not abandon us."