Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 701 - 680: Myth

Zhao Tianji was knocked back, landing on his back. He quickly got up and raised his head.

Zhou Leng, like a fierce wolf, charged forward.

Zhao Tianji didn’t expect that Zhou Leng was that Giant Race predecessor, releasing the full protective force of the half-divine artifact, then...

Zhou Leng’s Flame Greatsword slashed over from dozens of meters away.

He slashed dozens of times.

Boom boom boom boom...

From a distance, those watching, in the blink of an eye, saw two huge Flame Greatswords descending from above, like chopping meat, continuously falling.

There were no sword moves, no technique, just sheer brute force.

Zhao Tianji couldn’t even escape, he could only withstand the slashes.

One hit, two hits, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten hits!

After the consecutive slashes, Zhou Leng withdrew the Flame Greatsword.

In front of him, a black chasm dozens of meters deep had opened, the ground charred, smoke slowly rising.

Stepping forward, the faceless man’s half-divine artifact remained, but his entire body was turned to pulp by the shock, scorched by flames, a lump of charred black.

"Who is this person?"

Zhou Leng could not recognize him, even the Demon Brain on his body had been shattered by external force.

With a flick of his hand, he collected all the half-divine artifacts and the damaged Magic Spirit Bag, continuing to charge towards the Bone Tower.

From afar, Zhao Cong, who had been observing in the shadows, felt his heart sink deeply.

Next to Zhao Cong, Li Shenkong had wanted to shout a warning, but after Zhou Leng took out the Flame Greatsword, he couldn’t utter a sound.

Now, he looked at Zhao Cong, his gaze deep and profound.

Others could not recognize Zhao Tianji, but Li Shenkong had seen him countless times from childhood, even receiving guidance from Zhao Tianji.

Even if Zhao Tianji was masked, his figure and actions, in the eyes of a familiar expert, were unmistakable.

By now, experts from all sides had discovered the Flame Greatsword that had shaken the battlefield.

But it appeared in the hands of someone familiar.

"Zhou Leng, was it you last night?" Chen Shouhu shouted from afar.

"No, it was that Giant predecessor who gave me the sword. He returned to the Giant World." Zhou Leng’s voice spread across the battlefield.

"I don’t believe a word!" Chen Shouhu cursed.

Wang Boxiong smiled slightly, just as expected.

"Kill them all! Heaven bless the Human Race!" a Human Grandmaster shouted.

"Heaven bless the Human Race!" Humans shouted in unison.

Zhou Leng suddenly accelerated, reaching the base of the human bone staircase.

The demons suddenly remembered the demon-slaying swordsman from last night and didn’t dare to approach.

Zhou Leng was about to climb the stairs when he suddenly noticed a familiar demonized arm in the bones ahead.

On the silver arm was carved a familiar model.

A string of Demon Spirit words followed by the number 49.

Zhou Leng’s eyes widened, his pupils dilating like a ghostly sea, a raging tsunami rising.

It was the demonized arm he had given Li Linhan.

In an instant, a similar scene as White Lake flashed before his eyes, Hu Yi’s mother and Zhang Xinglie’s aunt’s pale corpses, all turning to look at him.

An unnamed fury shot straight to the top of his head.

Zhou Leng stepped forward to carefully inspect the human bones.

Whew...

He breathed a sigh of relief.

This arm was embedded on the right arm, not the left.

Uncle Li’s demonized arm was the left arm.

"It definitely can’t be, I must have overthought it..."

Zhou Leng put his mind at ease and was about to continue climbing.

"Be careful! The Demigod avatars are coming," the Tree-man Grandmasters suddenly shouted.

Zhou Leng looked towards the demon camp.

He saw over twenty Demigod avatars charging rapidly.

Among them, there was a familiar figure.

The owner of the Flame Greatsword, the second avatar of the Demigod Sword of Innocence, arrived for revenge.

"In the name of the Human reinforcements’ commander, I order you to retreat immediately!" Chen Shouhu shouted.

Zhou Leng hesitated only for a moment, seeing several infamous demon Demigods among them, the Red-clad Priest, the New King of Pain, the Cruel High Priest...

A small portion were the most hated casters by the Martial Artists.

Facing Master casters, Zhou Leng could rely on his strong Martial Arts Will to withstand almost all spells.

But Demigod avatars possessed part of the Demigod’s power, one or two were manageable, but faced with so many at once, he simply could not withstand them.

The result of resisting would be the surrounding Grandmasters coming to his aid, and then dying in battle with him.

Zhou Leng turned and ran towards the Mother Tree.

Over twenty Demigod avatars chased for a while, unable to catch up, stopping outside the Mother Tree’s attack range, not daring to approach.

They couldn’t come in, and Zhou Leng couldn’t get out.

The Sword of Innocence shouted fiercely, "Return my weapon and I will let bygones be bygones."

Zhou Leng raised both hands, giving the middle finger, turned, and ran towards the Mother Tree, simultaneously looking up at the sky.

The Celestial Calamity Envoy and the Queen Mother Bug had already rushed to the sky above the Mother Tree.

The Mother Tree activated its Divine Techniques, the Land of Heavens.

Massive black tree roots, several meters thick, surged from underground like blood-filled intestines, layered, seemingly forming a giant wall.

At the same time, the branches of the Mother Tree also proliferated wildly, growing continuously, enveloping the Mother Tree and the giant insect.

The entire Mother Tree, as if woven into a giant egg by its roots and branches, trapped the giant insect and the Celestial Calamity Envoy.

Inside the giant egg of the Mother Tree, explosions echoed.

Zhou Leng turned his head, looking at the Demigod avatars.

They stood at the boundary of the Mother Tree’s attack range, dividing the battlefield, watching quietly, without the slightest relaxation.

They don’t care about the Corpse Throne at all, as only a Grandmaster can ascend and absorb its power.

It’s a game for the Celestial Calamity Envoy, and no demigod dares to interfere.

Moreover, some among them already know who was given the first throne.

Zhou Leng stood near the Mother Tree, gazing at the various battlefields, and sighed softly. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

The battle between the Mother Tree and the Celestial Calamity Envoy, he couldn’t interfere.

He could participate in ordinary battles and the struggle for the Corpse Throne, but he was blocked by so many demigod projections.

Zhou Leng scanned those demigod projections skilled in spells; they set up altars in the distance, displaying various demon artifacts.

Zhou Leng retreated again, getting closer and closer to the Mother Tree.

Those demigod projections used various curse magic.

Strange rays of light flew unhindered into Zhou Leng’s body.

Some affected his flesh, some affected his Martial Arts Will.

Cursing Zhou Leng’s Martial Arts Will was like courting death for a Grandmaster.

But their true bodies were demigods, and Zhou Leng’s Martial Arts Will’s resistance couldn’t affect them at all.

Soon, Zhou Leng was entangled by more than fifty types of curses.

The curses of the demigod projections were immensely powerful.

A single normal flesh curse could weaken a normal Grandmaster King’s power by a tenth.

Now, over thirty flesh curses could suppress a Grandmaster King’s power from megatons directly to the Innate level.

The demigod projections watched Zhou Leng from afar, smiling.

Zhou Leng sensed the changes in his body’s power and felt emotional; the two sides were too far apart, and the demigod projections hadn’t used their high-power curse spells, yet his physical strength was reduced by about fifty thousand tons.

If it were an ordinary Grandmaster King, they’d be so weakened they couldn’t even defeat an Innate fighter.

Luckily, he had a bit of strength; his body’s power dropped from 1.5 million tons to 1.45 million tons, which was barely acceptable.

And the curses from the Will World, although numerous, could still be endured for now, serving as extra training.

However, he couldn’t get closer for the time being; if this group of lunatics sacrificed projections to cast curses, one or two would be fine, but if they sacrificed ten or eight in a row, he might suffer permanent damage, which wasn’t worth the risk.

At this moment, the voice of the Celestial Calamity Envoy emanated from the Mother Tree’s giant egg. People further away didn’t hear it, but Zhou Leng nearby did.

"Do you think, without the Star-destroying Bottle, this seat cannot deal with you?"

"This seat gives you one last chance: submit or fall."

An ancient, desolate aura erupted from the Mother Tree.

"Unappreciative! Beneath God’s feet, I am invincible, all worlds perish! Cough..."

Boom!

Red, black, and green mixed rays of light exploded from the Mother Tree, forming a giant mixed light sphere that spread and rotated.

The unimaginable might instantly expanded to several tens of kilometers away.

Accompanying the light sphere was an enormous white shockwave.

Zhou Leng’s vision went black, his body was blasted by the divine light, and he was flung several kilometers away.

Those demigod projections ten kilometers away were also struck by the divine light and blown backward.

Further out, the power of the divine light diminished sharply, but those below the Innate realm perished instantly.

Like the scythe of Death sweeping across the battlefield.

Billions of tree-men and demons fell to the ground simultaneously, resting there eternally.

All those in the Innate Realm were severely injured, unable to rise.

The Grandmasters below the Corpse Throne were far away, but they were all blasted away.

Only Li Shenkong, relying on the Star-slaying Sword, took a few steps back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Li Shenkong supported himself with the Divine Sword, looking towards the explosion of divine light.

The ground below the Mother Tree was blasted into a pit several hundred meters deep, with a diameter of over ten kilometers.

The trunk of the Mother Tree remained unchanged, but many roots were gone below.

The lower half of the tree crown was still egg-shaped, but the upper half exploded, resembling a giant blossoming flower, blooming high in the sky.

Above the massive flower-tree crown, a light pillar thousands of meters high formed, piercing the sky.

Indescribable grandeur brewed above.

Li Shenkong squinted his eyes; from the corner of his eye, he saw movement below the Mother Tree.

Turning his head, he saw Zhou Leng, with tattered clothing, slowly rising.

His whole body was a bloody mess, cracked all over, but terrifyingly, all the wounds were writhing rapidly, healing continuously.

Like a demon.

Li Shenkong was momentarily stunned; such speed was either a demonized martial artist or a demigod.

Thinking of Zhou Leng’s legend last night, it seemed understandable.

Soon after, Zhou Leng seemed to tilt his head slightly, as if listening to something.

Before long, Zhou Leng consumed a large number of pills and flesh, slowly running towards the Mother Tree, getting faster and faster, leaping onto it, running vertically along the trunk as if on flat ground, rushing into the tree crown.

Li Shenkong watched Zhou Leng’s figure vanish into the tree crown, feeling an indescribable shock.

He didn’t know what Zhou Leng heard, but he knew the other was willing to risk his life to participate in the war of the gods.

What great courage, what steadfast faith.

Thinking of Zhou Leng’s past deeds and achievements, Li Shenkong felt a trace of shame in his heart.

Though he bore the title of Human Race Martial Arts Myth, the first human to tread the path of myth, daring to challenge the Divine Spirit, was Zhou Leng.

Li Shenkong looked down at the Star-slaying Sword, smiling slightly.

"No wonder you’re someone he values."

Li Shenkong turned, looking at the Grandmasters who were gradually rising, then at Zhao Cong, who was gently shaking his head.

"Let’s climb the Corpse Throne!" Zhao Cong shouted and was the first to step onto the human bone staircase, ascending step by step.

Li Shenkong drew the Star-slaying Sword, following behind.

A chorus of howling demons rushed forth, but when they reached below, Li Shenkong gently swung his sword.

The hundred-meter-long sword aura spread like waves, exploding the bodies of dozens of Grandmasters, leaving limbs scattered all over.

The demons in the distance suddenly stopped in their tracks.

They finally remembered that humans had not only the demon-slaying swordsman, but also the Master of the Divine Sword, Li Shenkong.

Martial Arts Myth.