Martial Ascent to Divinity

Chapter 723 - 702: Storming the Palace

"Zhao Hao’s third son, Zhao Tong, in order to concoct Magic Bag Beans, collaborates with Demon Purgatory, intending to sacrifice all those in the eighteen-school joint exam..."

"Zhao Hao’s second son, Zhao He, collaborates with Demon Purgatory to capture millions of women worldwide for the White Lake Mother Fruit..."

"Zhao Hao’s eldest son, Zhao Cong, collaborates with the Demon Worship Sect to capture millions of men worldwide for the Corpse King Throne..."

"Zhao Hao is the Sect Hierarch of Dragon Country’s Demon Worship Sect, and has already betrayed Saint Zhao."

"He secretly executes the Demon’s blood exchange plan, alters books, creates conflict, controls voices, divides groups, and invites outsiders..."

"Below are photos from his visit to the Eagle Alliance, including other members of the Demon Worship Sect at Sin Island, torturing... sacrificing... eating raw... playing..."

"These are details of Zhao Palace’s overseas assets..."

"Saint Zhao has fallen, but Zhao Hao has concealed this, deceiving the world by pretending to be Saint Zhao’s true successor, when in fact Zhao Palace is already the Demon’s Zhao Palace."

"The Supreme Court has been trying to find a solution, but due to the strength of the surrender faction, deeply intertwined roots, extremely complex, they have been unable to take action..."

"But, time waits for no one. If Zhao Palace is not eliminated, humanity is certain to lose the Ten Realms War."

"Today, we inherit Saint Zhao’s will, act on behalf of the people, and eliminate Zhao Palace!"

Massive information, spread in a super-saturated manner, inundates everyone’s phones and computers.

Smart people immediately find other ways to save it, because many app and phone companies can remotely delete collected content, offering no security.

Almost simultaneously, the power of the Hell Knight Order erupts.

Deep, secret stories of the Black Palace spread worldwide.

"Many countries of the Eagle Alliance and Seagull Alliance have already been completely controlled by the Demon Worship Sect..."

"Years ago, various T-word sects formed different shadow councils, either launching wars, creating plagues, plundering wealth, or creating conflicts between nations and ethnic groups..."

"The entire world is almost controlled by major crooked sects, only Dragon Country barely maintains balance due to its just path. However, in the late stage, major crooked sects use various means to infiltrate and soften invasions. Implement population plans, establish numerous crooked sects, use wealth and power society to corrupt everyone, create plagues, plant numerous insiders..."

"Until the world war, all crooked sects pledged allegiance to the Demon, establishing a semi-unified Demon Worship Sect."

"The highest goal of the Demon Worship Sect is to demonize all of Blue Star, allowing Demon Purgatory to devour the entire planet, enslaving humanity..."

"Below is the list of the upper echelon of the Demon Worship Sect in various countries... Before the Universal Conference, this list was even longer. Thanks to unnamed human heroes, the upper layers of the Demon Worship Sect were eradicated..."

"Here are numerous photos of the Demon Worship Sect harvesting humans, conducting sacrifices... torturing... eating raw... playing..."

The bombardment of dual information is like relentless hammer blows, awakening the confused.

But more people calmly watch these messages, feeling nothing related to them.

World major forces panic, use various means to intercept, correct.

Huang Meng Sect and Hell Knight Order, along with various just forces, have been preparing for years, locking down all possibilities for quick resolution.

Procedures cannot be changed.

Networks cannot be interrupted.

Electricity cannot be disrupted.

Moreover, in many places, people actively step up to ensure network and electricity smoothness.

Some managers attempting to cut the lines are beaten to death by angry crowds.

In a mysterious way, the suppressed anger over the years burns in the hearts of humans worldwide.

Fear of death, fear of the upper echelons, fear of violence... transforms into rage.

Blue Star, explodes.

The world, burns.

Countless people take to the streets, attacking the forces of the Demon Worship Sect.

In front of Zhao Palace.

Zhao Palace’s security personnel, wearing camouflaged uniforms, look at the dense crowd, their legs weak.

The security captain says, "All... all heroic figures, what you’re doing is illegal, you are being incited by those with ulterior motives and external forces... please go back, the Zhao Clan will surely forgive and forget."

Tong Tianxia, Chen Shouhu, and Wang Boxiong exchange glances, and the three rush forward together.

Without even needing to act, merely with the Grandmaster level power of Wang’s tier exploding, using only the air, they stun them.

Rumble...

Huge mining trucks, even bulldozers, loaders, and various vehicles surge toward Zhao Palace’s various locations.

Push aside various stone blocks, road devices, barricades, fences...

Thirty-five mining trucks form a line, crushing everything, overthrowing high walls.

No sinful defense can block the charge of justice.

Suddenly, shadows approach from afar.

"Prepare to defend! Zhao Palace has external reinforcements!"

"It’s Demon and Demon Cultivators..."

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The dense members of the Demon Worship Sect charge from outside, and also from inside Zhao Palace.

The Zhao Palace area boils like water.

Yet the whole Xiong City is quietly calm.

Squad after squad, orderly troops spread throughout Xiong City’s important places.

Curfew, no activities allowed.

Xiong City’s important site, Family Yard.

"What are you doing!" An elderly man’s Dantian is sealed, acupoints pressed, sitting on the sofa, yet with remaining might, he shouts loudly.

Someone holds a video camera aimed at him.

Lv Yuanhao places his left foot on the coffee table in front of the sofa, raises his hand for a slap.

"You..."

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

The elderly man’s left cheek quickly swells

In the elderly man’s eyes, fear finally flashes.

"You should recognize me, right? You should have seen the video of me killing enemies."

The elderly man hesitates for a moment, gently nods, and says, "Yes. We can talk about it..."

Lv Yuanhao raises his hand for another slap, saying to the bewildered elderly man, "Why didn’t you talk to us before your chaotic decrees, listen to our opinion?"

"Some things..."

Slap!

"Nonsense." (slightly vulgar)

At this moment, one by one, elderly men and women are escorted into the living room.

They all have their Dantian wasted, acupoints pressed, and are bound.

These usually high-ranking people, their eyes are filled with fear, filled with pleading.

An elderly woman says, "My grandson was just born..."

Lv Yuanhao aimed a kick at her face, her rear skull thudded against the wall, blood flowing as she hissed, too painful to even scream.

"We don’t even have children now, you’re too lucky, with grandchildren... What, you drained us, and still want your grandchildren to continue sucking the blood of our descendants?"

"I didn’t mean that..."

Lv Yuanhao kicked again, the tip of his shoe driving straight into her nose.

Her nose bridge shattered, blood gushing, eyes rolling back as she fell unconscious.

"No need to explain, I know that’s exactly what you meant."

Lv Yuanhao looked at the elderly man from the beginning, saying, "Tell me, how did you fall into Demon Purgatory, how you were bought by the people of Nuclear Island, how you received Demon Worship Sect training in Chanda, and how you wreaked havoc with the laws, and fabricated grievances on a large scale..."

The elderly man remained silent.

Lv Yuanhao took out one photo after another, slowly pressing them onto the coffee table.

The elderly man glanced at them, his pupils trembled violently.

Lv Yuanhao said, "Don’t be so heartbroken, most of them are illegitimate children, not your biological ones. Let’s make a deal, tell the story, and I’ll preserve your bloodline."

After a long negotiation, the elderly man finally broke down, faced the camera, and recounted his experiences and deeds.

Even with the vast experience of Huang Meng Sect members, when the elderly man mentioned some details, they were astonished.

In the end, Lv Yuanhao turned off the camera.

He drew a knife, placing it on the neck of the elderly man.

"Zhang Sang, I lied to you, if your sinful bloodline could continue, pressing onto future generations like the upper Ganling, how would they live? You should start your journey early, and when you’re down in the underworld, remember to tell your descendants not to throw the upper Ganling you created onto us."

Lv Yuanhao swung the knife, picking up the severed head, a fountain of blood soared.

Holding the sharp blade, he cut off every head of the elderly men and women, arranging them in a line on the coffee table.

Dipping the knife in blood, he wrote two bloody large characters on the wall.

Huang Meng.

Lv Yuanhao glanced at the Huang Meng Sect members and said, "Follow the original plan and leave, I have one last thing to do."

Everyone looked silently at Lv Yuanhao, then left one after another.

Lv Yuanhao took out the camera’s memory, traversing the night alone, constantly avoiding guards on each main road.

Nearing a majestic building, he stepped out.

"Who goes there? Stop!"

Lv Yuanhao placed the memory card on the ground.

"I’m here to turn myself in and submit evidence. By the way, I’m from Huang Meng Sect. I won’t harm friends."

The guards hesitated, exchanged glances.

"I’m going there to surrender."

Lv Yuanhao pointed to the solemn building, the highest law structure.

"But..."

"Help me out, I assure you I won’t act out, I’m here to turn myself in."

The guards hesitated for a while, nodded, "We’ll take you inside."

Lv Yuanhao smiled, step by step walked up the stairs, stood before the solemn door, gazing at the prominent emblem above.

"The two of you step away from me."

The two guards cautiously retreated.

"You, don’t do anything stupid..."

Lv Yuanhao took out a stand, hung the Demonized Watch, started a live stream, aimed at himself, and from the Magic Spirit Bag took out a knife, placing it against his neck.

"My name is Lv Yuanhao, part of Huang Meng Sect."

"Today, I have killed many people, including..."

Lv Yuanhao recited the names of distinguished figures in the related field.

The two guards exchanged glances, filled with shock.

Finally, Lv Yuanhao smiled slightly.

"I’m different from them, our Huang Meng Sect adheres to law. Murder demands retribution, a rightful principle. Also, remember, a double loss is always better than a single one."

Lv Yuanhao inserted the knife into his neck, then repeatedly hacked with force.

Blood gushed from the wound, spraying fiercely.

Throughout, he never uttered a cry.

Throughout, he retained a smile.

He forcibly severed his own neck.

The head dropped, rolling down the blood-stained steps.

Finally stopping, eyes gazing towards the sky.

His body, stood at the spot, unwavering, like a monument.

Blood Blade, resting on his severed neck.

The sky, the darkness thinning.

The east, a faint white rising.

Outside Zhao Palace.

A thousand vehicles scattered, ten thousand corpses cover the ground.

The remaining people, step by step, crossed the ruins, heading towards the main hall.

Atop a nearby building to Zhao Palace, Chen Changyi who was transferred to Demon City Army headquarters, calmly watched Zhao Palace.

Minutes later, a battle erupted in Zhao Palace far beyond earlier fights.

High-speed shockwaves boomed nonstop, white shockwaves flying everywhere, the ground caved in, Zhao Palace collapsed.

On the battlefield, the Grandmaster’s king fists spread, Star-slaying Sword Qi sliced through.

Suddenly, a Demigod aura surged upward, a column of blood-red light pierces the sky.

"Under the Martial Saint, all are ants."

A terrifying fist swept the wind, agitated vacuum, obliterated everyone.

A divine light flitted from Zhao Palace, flew towards Li Clan, landing outside Li Shenkong’s sister’s room.

The battlefield, fell silent.

A massive sun, rising from the east, illuminating the lands of Dragon Country.

Looking from afar, Zhao Palace transformed into ruins, except for the mural wall in the main hall, depicting nine dragons emerging from the sea, standing intact.

In front of the wall, Zhao Hao in tattered clothes, sat before the mural.

Ahead, corpses lay like grass.

Morning light cast aside, Demon Lord descended.

Surrounding Zhao Palace ruins, silent.

That night, twelve thousand two hundred and seventy-two martyrs sacrificed at Zhao Palace.

A thousand fifty various vehicles stationed on the battlefield.

That night, Ten Thousand Yang Celestial Fall, thousand vehicles stormed the palace.

Chen Changyi turned his head to the east.

A seemingly ordinary sunrise, yet unprecedentedly solemn.