Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 733 - 708: Divine Offspring (Part 2)

Both hands turned into sharp claws.

Only the face could still be recognized as Zhao Hao.

He wore a confident smile.

"You... have paved your own path to death... ugh..."

Boom!

With a punch at Mach 15, Zhou Leng sent the Demon Zhao Hao flying, with only enough time for him to raise his arms in defense.

Crack...

His arms were lacerated, bones shattered, but they started healing rapidly.

However, Zhou Leng closed in again.

At this moment, the Great Sun Divine Skill within him burned intensely, his entire body emitting a fiery glow, merging with the power of United Strength.

"The third generation of merchants? Can it compare to the momentum forged through a thousand-kilometer march?"

Zhou Leng suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Hao and sent him flying again with a punch.

"Can it match the iron will of Shangangling?"

He sent Zhao Hao flying with another punch.

"Can it equal..." Zhou Leng’s eyes blazed red, "the rage fueled by the simultaneous explosion of ten thousand cores and the Ten Thousand Yang Celestial Fall here!"

Zhou Leng unleashed another punch, revealing the twenty-third move of the East Wind Fist, known as one of the four great Killing Moves, the Divine Light Sky Explosion.

During the punch, Zhou Leng’s right fist turned red, emitting a fierce divine glow.

"You can’t use it!"

Zhu Shiji couldn’t help but shout a warning.

Every Killing Move of the East Wind Fist has unimaginably great power, using it forcibly beyond one’s Realm causes extensive bodily harm.

Even a Martial Saint can barely use it consecutively.

Back then, Wan Yumin’s body collapsed from using the Divine Light Sky Explosion a hundred times in an instant.

But it was already too late.

Zhou Leng’s seemingly explosive right hand had already landed on Zhao Hao.

The terrifying high temperature and unimaginable impact drove Zhou Leng’s right fist through Zhao Hao’s arm, through the thick carapace on the front of the Demon, and into his chest.

Boom!

Zhao Hao’s feet dug into the ground as his body rapidly recoiled, plowing two deep trenches in the earth.

His body slammed into the mural of a blue sky and white sun with nine dragons emerging from the sea, and with a gasp, he spewed blood and even chunks of viscera.

Sizzle...

Raindrops fell on Zhou Leng’s fist, instantly evaporating into white smoke.

The glow of Zhou Leng’s right fist faded, and the Martial Saints stared in speechless astonishment.

The worry in Zhu Wuji’s eyes vanished.

Zhou Leng’s right fist was tender and unblemished, not a scratch on it.

The Martial Saints had only one question in their hearts, how did Zhou Leng comprehend the Divine Light Sky Explosion?

This was a terrifying Killing Move that Saint Zhao had learned by witnessing the simultaneous explosion of ten thousand cores from afar.

In legends, the limit of this move was a punch with a thousand explosions, recreating the grandeur of the ten thousand core simultaneous explosion from back then.

Even Saint Zhao hadn’t reached this Realm.

In front of the ruins of Zhao Palace.

Zhou Leng didn’t pursue at once, panting heavily as he slowly walked toward Zhao Hao.

Their battle hadn’t lasted long, but because each punch was delivered with full force, the intensity far exceeded anyone’s imagination. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

This Divine Light Sky Explosion was purely forced by recalling the simultaneous explosion of ten thousand cores.

However, just as expected.

The starry sky’s ability to trigger the Divine Light Sky Explosion was much stronger than True Qi.

The sun’s explosion is also a Divine Light Sky Explosion.

Some ordinary Martial Saints observed this scene in silence.

They were confident that with their rich experience and full effort, Zhou Leng wouldn’t land a hit on them.

But if he did, their bodies would surely blow something out.

Zhao Hao lowered his head, leaning against the only standing wall, slowly rising.

His chest had melted into a large hole, its edges like molten lava, glowing red and emitting white smoke.

Zhao Hao slowly raised his head, his demon body regressing to its normal appearance, but the hole in his chest still smoked.

Zhao Hao spoke weakly, "Indeed, you are powerful, far beyond imagination. But don’t forget, I, Zhao Hao, am still a citizen of Dragon Country, still a member of the Honor Court, and more importantly, the son of Saint Zhao! You kill me, you’re rebelling! So, do you dare to rebel?"

Zhou Leng continued to walk as he replied, "I initially thought to say you’re not my monarch and I’m not your subject, what rebellion is there? But then I thought..."

"...you dogs pretend to be emperors, masters, and parents, are you made of plastic bags? So good at acting?"

"Rebel? You’re just our descendants, and we’re your parents!"

"It is you who usurped the throne, falsely occupying the true court."

"It is you who have always rebelled against the people, against the world, against your parents, against us! Ungrateful, heartless, and unjust little beasts!"

"Remember, we are the monarchs, you are subjects!"

"The remnants of the old era should come to an end."

Zhao Hao lowered his head, laughing, "Hehe... cough..."

While laughing, he coughed up blood in large gulps.

He didn’t know how to refute the new rebellion theory.

His right arm pierced into the mural.

Cracks spread across the mural.

When it was fully cracked, the mural collapsed.

A headless corpse appeared floating in mid-air.

Both arms, legs, and the torso were separated into six pieces.

The full set of the Headless God.

In place of the head, the mural’s red sun was hovering.

Its red was blood-like.

"I have the grand plan."

Zhao Hao straightened his body, and countless blood vessels extended from his back, connecting with the Headless God.

From within the Headless God, intense Qi Blood and the power of a Peak Martial Saint flowed through the blood vessels into Zhao Hao’s body.

Zhao Hao’s wounds healed at a visible speed.

Zhou Leng halted his footsteps, gazing at the Headless God behind Zhao Hao.

It was a shriveled, aged corpse, headless, unrecognizable, but the aura of the Peak Martial Saint was immense and towering.

The Great Sun Divine Skill in its chest and abdomen quivered lightly.

The Headless God before him was the creator of the Great Sun Divine Skill.

Zhao Dongjun.

Zhou Leng’s mind nearly exploded.

His eyes filled with blood-red.