Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 730 - 707: Enemy_3

The grand voice spread over dozens of kilometers.

The guards involuntarily stepped aside as Zhou Leng strode forward.

"We must leave here!"

"Let’s watch the battle from afar!"

The crowd quickly moved away.

Up ahead, some people abandoned their duty of guarding the Zhao Palace and headed into the distance.

Yet, there were still some people fixated on Zhou Leng.

"This is private property of the Zhao Clan, please leave immediately!" a martial artist from the Zhao Clan said.

Zhou Leng paid no heed and continued forward.

That person reached out to obstruct, but Zhou Leng didn’t even raise a hand; the force expelled outward, sending everyone in the vicinity flying.

The human martial artists were unconscious.

The demon cultivators were dead.

As Zhou Leng advanced, no matter how many martial artists appeared before him, they were all blasted away.

Either unconscious or dead.

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

In photographs, this place was already a ruin.

But now, it was indistinguishable from before, even intentionally aged.

Zhou Leng stared at the two characters "Zhao Palace" on the plaque for several seconds, then stepped forward.

With one step, the ground roared.

Fissures spread, causing the gate, walls, and the entire courtyard to collapse.

With the second step, the outer walls of the Zhao Palace crumbled, and large sections of buildings cracked.

With the third step, ninety-nine percent of the Zhao Palace’s structures caved in, leaving only the central main hall standing undisturbed.

In the main hall ahead, a middle-aged man with a heroic appearance sat on a dragon throne.

He had a high forehead and wide face, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, embodying righteousness.

The ground around the main hall collapsed and cracked, yet it had no effect on the hall itself.

Zhou Leng strode forward, the two locked eyes.

"You shouldn’t have come." Zhao Hao looked at Zhou Leng, his voice tinged with a trace of regret.

Zhou Leng remained silent, continuing to step forward.

With each step, the ground around the main hall lightly trembled.

When Zhou Leng reached the steps of the main hall, within a hundred-meter radius, the ground turned into fine grains, no matter if it was rockery, broken bricks, concrete, steel, wood, or glass.

A desert within a hundred meters.

Yet, where Zhao Hao sat in the Zhao Palace’s main hall, only the edges showed minor cracks.

"Young human talents are scarce." Zhao Hao sighed.

Zhou Leng stepped forward, and the ground sank. In a blink, he appeared in front of Zhao Hao and threw a punch.

The first move of the East Wind Fist, Fist Rising Green Mountain.

With a punch, the air condensed into semi-transparent, continuous green mountains, attached to the arm.

The details of the green mountain were vivid, as if crafted by a master artist.

On the green mountain, appeared a house previously unseen.

In the house stood a blurred figure wearing old gray-blue clothing.

The person’s facial features were indistinct, without eyes or nose, yet by physique alone, he bore a seventy percent resemblance to Zhao Dongjun.

This is the hallmark of the Divine Communication Realm of East Wind Fist.

East Monarch Manifest.

Even someone as experienced as Zhao Hao saw for the first time a grandmaster achieving the Divine Communication Realm with the East Wind Fist.

Originally, only a Martial Saint could master it.

He seemed to be drawn into reminiscence as he raised his palm, and a majestic scroll of mountains and rivers unfurled before him.

In the body of the Martial Saint, unfathomable power exploded forth. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

In an instant, Zhou Leng’s chest felt heavy, as if crashing into an invisible wall of Qi.

Fist and palm collided.

The white shockwave exploded with a roar, quaking dozens of meters; the main hall shattered, and Zhou Leng flew backward while Zhao Hao remained unmoved.

A flash of seriousness crossed Zhao Hao’s eyes.

He had utilized true Qi.

But Zhou Leng’s punch was purely physical strength.

One human’s pure physique surpassed his demonized Martial Saint body.

He realized his Martial Saint power usually imposed absolute suppression below Martial Saint level.

But against Zhou Leng, the suppression existed, but not overwhelmingly.

Zhou Leng’s clothes were torn, yet his body was unscathed, and he strode forward again.

In his abdomen, a red glow shone, like a rising sun.

Zhao Hao sensed a Qi similar to the Great Sun Divine Skill emanating from Zhou Leng’s icy eyes and said: "I heard you’re purely focused externally. To avoid internal conflict, you’ve been fighting in the Otherworld. I don’t understand why you’ve joined in this human battle."

Zhou Leng’s eyes flickered, past scenes appeared, and he continued forward.

"When I was a child, watching TV, surfing online, reading books, I never understood why humans constantly fought among themselves. Why not reserve our strength to explore the stars, fend off external threats?"

"So I became focused on external affairs..."

"From childhood, I’ve been trying to avoid internal conflict. Constantly avoiding, believing I could save strength through avoiding conflict. To use that strength for external battles. Resolve demons, tackle all external crises, then turn back to internal issues..."

"Then, halfway through my path, when I looked back, humans were nearly wiped out by you. When I saw familiar names in obituaries, I suddenly understood..."

"All human battles for justice were not internal wars but battles between us humans and you demons disguised as humans."

"You are not human, you are demons, enemies."

"I, Zhou Leng, today, will eradicate demons."

Having said this, a faint golden light emerged from Zhou Leng.

One person united in strength.

Dragon Country’s divine technique, united strength, only used externally, not internally.

This golden light also appeared during the Ten Thousand Yang Celestial Fall on them.

"Your theory of enemy is intriguing. I didn’t expect your East Wind Fist to fully grasp my father’s essence, and even your peculiar inner power to have similarities with the Great Sun Divine Skill. Tell me, is ’East Monarch’s Collection Volume Six’ in your possession?"