Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 734 - 708: Divine Descendant (Part 3)

Zhao Hao stared at Zhou Leng and slowly said, "Back in those days, no one could defeat him, and even now, no one can. Do you know the cost of going to war with me? Do you know what kind of power I have once I harness the East Monarch’s Headless God? I share the same bloodline with him."

The world before Zhou Leng became utterly blood-red.

Everything he knew and learned in this life was overturned by the scene before him.

Frantic flames danced in his eyes.

The great man he revered as a god was refined into the Headless God.

"Damn it, damn it..."

Zhou Leng let out a roar like a fierce beast, and six massive phantom images of the Headless God emerged behind him.

That was the complete body of the Divine Death Beast from the True King Land.

A powerful force surged into his body.

Starlight dotted over the surface of Zhou Leng’s skin.

For the first time, the Undying Star Body was activated in battle.

"When you refined Saint Zhao into the Headless God, painting his blood on the wall disguised as the sun, pretending you were still his inheritors..."

"You already became irreconcilable demons."

"I will, kill you all."

Zhou Leng’s entire body erupted with power.

Even the frost power that hadn’t appeared in his body for a long time transformed, adhering to the internal sun converted by his celestial abilities.

The Frost Qi Marvelous Body, Giant Dragon Blood Marvelous Body, Giant Body Marvelous Body, and Fierce Beast Power Marvelous Body, these four high-level martial arts Odd Bodies, all exploded simultaneously.

It was as if a Stellar Ancient Beast was roaring to the sky within Zhou Leng’s body.

Having undergone extreme refining, his Martial Arts Will violently exploded, advancing from the Second Realm Vajra to the Third Realm Naihai.

Vajra for strength, Naihai for capacity.

The crazed look in Zhou Leng’s eyes instantly transformed into a deep ocean.

The powers of madness and reason spun together.

Crushing the earth underfoot, his figure suddenly appeared before Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao also dodged with incredible speed.

The East Monarch’s Headless God behind him turned into a phantom, hovering continuously at his back.

Two human martial artists began a fierce battle atop the ruins of Zhao Palace.

The power of the newly advanced demigod level pounded the world.

The speed of the two broke through Mach 15, Mach 16, reaching Mach 17.

Grandmasters could no longer discern their specific movements, only seeing phantoms.

Only a Martial Saint could observe the details of their battle.

One was like a demon, the other like a beast.

The earth quaked.

From the beginning of their confrontation, both abandoned defense, fully attacking.

Flesh flew, blood splattered, bones shattered...

Their bodies rapidly broke down and healed, but then immediately broke again...

Once, twice...

Ten times, eleven times...

A hundred times, one hundred and one...

Zhou Leng’s body’s recovery speed remained constant.

But Zhao Hao’s body’s recovery speed became increasingly slower.

When Zhou Leng’s body had recovered for the one hundred and eighty-first time, Zhao Hao’s recovery stopped.

From his abdomen down, the skin was intact.

Above the abdomen, his body seemed dissected; all chest organs were plucked by Zhou Leng, shattered, leaving emptiness.

Half his face was destroyed by Zhou Leng, his chin missing.

He lay on the original site of the Zhao Palace’s main hall, gasping for breath.

Zhou Leng stepped forward, and two individuals rushed over.

"Stop!"

Old Madam Zhao hurried over, supporting herself with a dragon-headed cane, Zhao’s wife beside her.

Both were in the Grandmaster Realm.

Old Madam Zhao and Zhao’s wife approached, both raising a large portrait badge of Saint Zhao in their hands.

Zhou Leng turned his head, puzzled, looking at the two.

Old Madam Zhao sternly said, "I am Zhao Dongjun’s wife. As long as this old woman has a breath left, I won’t watch you kill the children of the Zhao family!"

Zhou Leng raised his hand, flicked his fingers, and two air bullets roared out.

Bang...

Both bullets fired simultaneously, and the heads of Old Madam Zhao and Zhao’s wife exploded at the same time, their headless corpses flying backwards, landing on the ground, twitching, lifeless.

"Old and undying," Zhou Leng said indifferently, turning back.

Everyone who saw this scene from a distance was dumbfounded.

Even the bewildered Martial Saint Zhao Hao was stupefied.

Old Madam Zhao was his talisman and one of the main reasons the Supreme Court had yet to act against him. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"You... you murderer!" Zhao Hao stammered. His mouth could no longer form complete sentences, but he still gathered True Qi to form words.

Zhou Leng continued walking forward, saying, "It’s better than you murderers of the people."

Zhao Hao hesitated, dumbly watching Zhou Leng, speechless.

As Zhou Leng approached closer, Zhao Hao couldn’t help but yell, "Are you crazy? You’ve killed Saint Zhao’s wife and want to kill me? Do you know what this will do to your legacy in history? Do you know how many years the Sima family and Jiangdong curs were cursed?"

Zhou Leng replied, "You’ve just read too much of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Did you look at the Divine Text translations I published? On a cosmic scale, not just you and me, but even Saint Zhao, are nothing more than dust..."

"Even on Blue Star, after a few thousand years, your Zhao Palace and Zhao Clan will be seen as just a distant dynasty name in the eyes of future people..."

"Even in the history humans can now see, looking back, it’s the iron-willed people and the fleeting Zhao family..."

"In human history, you’re not even worth a fart, let alone a shining light, and you dare discuss history before the people?"

"A few thousand years from now, perhaps someone knowledgeable about history will mention you, and what will they say? Something not even worth Gao Qiu or Qin Hui."

As Zhou Leng spoke, he raised his hand, aiming at the top of Zhao Hao’s head.

In the distance, a familiar Martial Saint’s voice called, "Zhou Leng, for the greater good, show mercy."

Zhou Leng had seen this person before, Wu Duanxiong, one of the Three Saints of Mount Tai, who had the best relationship with Zhao Dongjun and Wan Yumin.

But he hadn’t joined the Ancient River Sect.

The Zhao Clan’s continued existence, he was one reason.

Zhou Leng slowly turned his head, looking towards Wu Duanxiong’s direction, and asked, "Saint Wu, are you saying I, Zhou Leng, am not part of this greater good? No wonder you’ve allied with foreign powers, with the Demon Worship Sect, even with demons, but never with us."

The voice echoed for dozens of kilometers.

Xiong City fell silent.

Subsequently, a peculiar cracking sound resonated in countless hearts.

Many ordinary people, who originally thought Zhao Hao shouldn’t die, now looked grim.

Zhou Leng looked at Zhao Hao, raising his hand.

"The people’s world, rebels kneel!"

The hand fell.

Zhao Hao let out a muffled groan, falling to his knees, head down, silent.

Zhou Leng casually took the Magic Spirit Bags from the three Zhao family members, walking leisurely in the rain.

"Since I am not in your greater good, then I shall establish my own good."

In the sky, three Celestial Ladders descended, illuminating Blue Star.

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