Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 703 - 682: Fallen Demon

"Zhao Hao and you are nothing more than inheriting the power of the Saints Zhao, extracting the interests of the world, disguising it as the achievements of a select few of you, greedily claiming heavenly achievements while being traitors to the people. You speak with self-righteousness, but know the truth deep down."

"So, you fear, you fear losing the resources built on an unjust foundation. You use every demonic means to cover it up, to the point of betraying humanity’s future, just so you can perpetuate your evil bloodline and inherit dirty resources in the Demon Purgatory."

"Do you dare call yourselves a noble house? Do you dare call yourselves dragons? Do you dare claim the surname Zhao?"

"Just a bunch of pigs that luckily grew up eating more slop, making them fat and strong."

"Thankfully, there are many people like me in humanity who don’t eat pig slop, don’t become pigs, don’t become demons, but remain human."

"I hadn’t finished speaking before."

"On the bones of humanity, no demon’s king can sit. Neither can a human."

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

Zhao Cong, surprisingly, did not get angry and said, "You and Zhou Leng are quite alike; both of you are very naive. Do you think you can defeat me just because you have the Star-slaying Sword? Do you think I haven’t noticed that your foundation is damaged in the True King Land these days?"

Li Shenkong was surprised that Zhao Cong had indeed noticed.

In the True King Land, he had once fought a demigod, and even with the Star Sky Divine Sword, his meridians and Dantian were harmed.

After all, the opponent was a demigod.

He was silent for a long time and said, "Zhou Leng does Zhou Leng’s business, Li Shenkong does Li Shenkong’s business."

Suddenly, came a subtle sound from the direction of the distant treetops.

Li Shenkong turned his head to look.

Saw nothing.

Zhao Cong’s eyes flashed with black light, and behind him appeared the headless corpse of a demon god.

With limbs, torso, and abdomen, all six parts complete.

This was a high-rank demon, known as Flame Demon, commonly seen in Demon Purgatory. Even after death, dark red flames still floated above the six pieces of the Headless God.

At the moment the Headless God appeared, the demonic fire on Zhao Cong’s body erupted.

His entire skin thickened and turned a dark red.

Two fiery horns sprouted from his forehead.

His back split open, extending two large black wings covered with magma stripes.

With Flame Demon bloodline, he controlled the complete Flame Demon Headless God.

A faint demigod aura spread from Zhao Cong’s body.

Recognizing the demon as father.

Three complete high-rank half-divine artifacts emerged on him.

One, Ascend Demon Fortress, transformed into armor covering his entire body. With the armor on, it was like a thick fortress wall, solid as iron.

One, Ten Thousand Corpses Heavenly Pearl, scattered white bones radiance, attached to Ascend Demon Fortress.

A pair of Evil Dragon Gauntlets, worn on his hands, densely covered with dragon horn spikes on the surface.

He slightly bent his knees, his thighs swelled two circles, and with a fierce push off the ground, he charged at Li Shenkong with speed far beyond a normal Grandmaster King.

Behind him, ring-shaped dust spread.

Seeing Zhao Cong about to succeed, Li Shenkong seemed to have eyes on his back, and swung his longsword horizontally.

A river of stars spread, repelling Zhao Cong.

Zhao Cong punched the star river, borrowing the momentum to retreat.

"You pretended to be distracted." Zhao Cong slowly moved to the side, staring at Li Shenkong.

"You fell for it, Brother Cong."

Li Shenkong’s eyes were slightly red, the edges of his eyes shimmering with faint light.

"This world doesn’t inherently have right or wrong or good and evil. Pointless words, this Corpse King throne belongs only to me."

"Even if it means death?"

"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’s whole body ignited with prison fire, as if a demon king had descended, relying on Flame Demon bloodline and Flame Demon Headless God, his power soared.

Power equivalent to a newly ascended demigod.

The Star-cutting Light and dark red demonic fire flashed above the Corpse King throne.

Below, human masters fought bravely in blood, occasionally looking up.

The clear light of the Star-slaying Sword flashed continually, roaring ceaselessly.

The dark red demonic fire spewed everywhere.

The collision of two forces completely exceeded Grandmaster King, reaching nearly the level of a newly ascended demigod.

Some humans always had a comforting expression on their face.

Li Shenkong did not ally with Zhao Cong.

The Li Family did not ally with the Zhao Family.

Chen Shouhu roared, "Zhao Cong, I curse you... to your ancestors! If you dare harm Li Shenkong, I’ll slaughter your entire family! Leave you without descendants!"

Wang Boxiong said nothing, calmly fighting back, but there were too many demons in front of them, they could not break through at all.

Occasionally, their figures were exposed to the vision of others, some human masters showed a cold smile.

"The Zhao Family are now skilled at using headless gods." A Grandmaster mocked.

"Li Shenkong, dare to kill boldly, if the sky falls, I’ll support you!" Chen Shouhu shouted, "First slash Zhao Cong, execute Zhao Hao! Kill, kill, kill! Clear the world to purity!"

Chen Shouhu’s body suddenly swelled, fiercely grabbed a demon’s two shoulders, fingers pierced flesh, tearing sharply sideways.

Riiip...

The dignified Grandmaster Demon was torn in half.

Like a mad tiger, he killed demon grandmasters one after another.

But the demon grandmasters came incessantly.

Not far away, the wounded demigod avatars gradually stood up, looking at the Corpse King throne, at the treetops.

They did not act, muttering among themselves.

"No need to worry about the Corpse King throne, on Celestial Calamity Envoy’s side..."

The demigods looked at each other, their eyes full of concern.

In Demon Purgatory, Celestial Calamity Envoy is comparable to the supreme Divine Spirit.

Even if their demigod bodies saw it, they would bow in salute.

Even the lords refer to themselves as subordinates.

The Demon even knows that for the Demon Purgatory, the Great War of the Ten Realms determines the direction of the future world.

But for the Celestial Calamity Envoy, it’s just a little game.

"What a pity, the Star-destroying Bottle disappeared mysteriously, otherwise the battle would have ended long ago."

"Your Majesty, after all, is a Divine Spirit’s avatar, with Divine Power, it’s enough to suppress the Mother Tree."

"But... he has used Divine Power many times, and the existing power may not be much left. Moreover, as long as here, the Mother Tree is the strongest in the Ten Realms."

"Should we go and see?"

"The residual power of the Mother Tree can kill us all."

"What about Zhou Leng?"

The demigod avatars carefully observed, still unable to see Zhou Leng’s figure.

Suddenly, the Sword of Innocence looked towards the Corpse Throne and said, "The outcome is about to be decided, shall we intervene?"

"Let’s watch and see, anyway, it’s human self-slaughter."

"But after all, that is Zhao Cong, and the future Zhao Hao is likely to be either the Despair Shepherd or a Despair Shepherd level lord..."

"It’s different. In the last Great War of the Ten Realms, the Despair Shepherd was the leader of that world’s deep council, which for its race’s rise, stirred world conflicts, splitting the world..."

"This Zhao Hao, already influenced by Saint Zhao, plus this Supreme Court of the Dragon Country far exceeds those in the old world, whether he can do it, it’s hard to say."

"Let’s wait here. I can only say, it’s best for the Humanoid Alliance to pray that His Majesty wins this time, if His Majesty fails, angering his true form, then the next descending Celestial Calamity God, his fury will burn the Ten Realms."

"They simply cannot understand His Majesty’s power, nor realize what a true Divine Spirit is."

In front of the Corpse Throne, Zhao Cong and Li Shenkong faced each other.

Zhao Cong’s body was covered with large wounds, the edges turned up, looking fierce and terrifying.

The wings behind him were all cut off.

The originally dark red skin color, due to massive power consumption, degraded to light red.

His legs trembled lightly.

Li Shenkong had very few surface wounds, with only three injuries.

But he was bent over, using his sword to support his body, gasping heavily, sweat pouring down his body.

"I said a long time ago, you’re not worthy of the Star-slaying Sword," Zhao Cong’s tone was full of malice.

"There are those more worthy of the Star-slaying Sword than I."

"Hand over the Star-slaying Sword, get out, and I’ll spare your life." Zhao Cong sneered, his eyes filled with dense black blood streaks.

His entire head had enlarged by a circle, the Demon bloodline was corroding his brain.

He was becoming more and more demon-like.

Li Shenkong said, "After the battle of the True King Land, I’ve been pondering one thing every day, if I encounter that enemy again, what should I do? These months, all my cultivation has been centered around a new level of combat. So, do you know, in the True King Land, who injured me?"

"It couldn’t have been a demigod, could it?"

"You guessed it right, my goal now is to overcome the demigod."

Li Shenkong took a deep breath, suddenly exerted force under his feet, rushing towards Zhao Cong with speed far exceeding before.

"You..."

Zhao Cong didn’t expect that after fighting to this extent, Li Shenkong still retained strength.

Zhao Cong was flustered in his heart.

Because his power was dissipating.

After all, he was a Demon Cultivator, not a true Flame Demon, the power he could obtain from the Headless God was not complete.

"I am, the direct grandson of Saint Zhao!" Zhao Cong roared low, charging forward.

"You are no longer a child of Saint Zhao."

After Li Shenkong finished speaking, his body flickered.

On Zhao Cong’s left and right sides, and directly ahead, stood identical Li Shenkongs.

All three Li Shenkongs swung their swords in unison.

Three large sword blades slashed towards Zhao Cong.

Zhao Cong dodged one blade, blocked one blade with his last half-divine artifact and power, then fell to the ground.

He struggled to look up at his own body.

From his right shoulder to his left waist, severed uniformly.

The severed wound radiated a faint light, the powerful Starry Sky Divine Artifact’s power corroding his body.

The remaining demigod power allowed him to continue breathing.

Li Shenkong didn’t look at Zhao Cong, but walked past him, moving to the Corpse Throne.

"Stop..." Zhao Cong shouted fiercely.

Li Shenkong swung his sword down.

The First Corpse Throne collapsed with a sound, bones clattered and scattered all over.

The smaller corpse thrones at the edges collapsed one after another.

The whole bone tower started to shake.

"Li Shenkong!" Zhao Cong roared lowly.

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

"When I was young, I didn’t understand why I learned swordsmanship, didn’t understand why I had to endure ten to a hundred times the pain of ordinary people, cultivating difficult cultivation techniques and sword moves..."

"Before the age of ten, my most common memory was crying while practicing swordsmanship."

"Later, I cried and asked my grandfather: I’m collapsing, I don’t know, for what reason I practice swordsmanship."

"Grandfather thought for a while, and said: ’As long as you keep practicing, one day, you will find the answer. The responder, is not some future moment, not your Divine Sword, not me, but every drop of sweat and tear you have shed over the years.’"

"After joining Xu Ming’s company, I vaguely felt I found direction, but it was not clear. So, I worked twice as hard, continued practicing swordsmanship..."

"Until walking out of the True King Land, until I saw your various actions, until I saw the human bone steps, I roughly understood why I practice swordsmanship."

"Zhou Leng does Zhou Leng’s thing, Li Shenkong, does Li Shenkong’s thing."

"Goodbye, Brother Cong."

The longsword fell, and the Corpse Throne collapsed.