Martial Ascent to Divinity

Chapter 753 - 727: Nonsense

Zhou Leng glanced at the unconscious masked Martial Saint in his hand, then looked at the unconscious Martial Saint amidst the ruins, and lifted the mask of the Martial Saint in his hand.

An elderly woman, one of the Martial Saints of the Seagull Alliance, Sula En, the current secretary-general of the Seagull Alliance.

She had previously been pretending to speak in a man’s voice, so he didn’t immediately associate it with her.

A staunch member of the Demon Worship Sect, she had repeatedly claimed that the Demon Purgatory was humanity’s true home and had openly and secretly attacked the main war faction, especially holding deep grudges against the Dragon Country.

Zhou Leng looked at the content of the Martial Saints’ announcement.

It sternly urged all Martial Saints to avoid killing the Blue Star Martial Saints if possible; if victorious, they should refrain from killing unless absolutely necessary.

Peace should be valued, and the bigger picture should be considered.

The culture of muddy compromise was permeating among the Martial Saints.

Zhou Leng released Sula En’s hand; the barely breathing Sula En woke up, raised her head, and weakly said, "Zhu Shiji, you actually hid your strength."

"Hmm."

"I never thought I’d fall into your hands. Tell me, what do you want? I can ransom myself."

Zhou Leng bent down, removed the Magic Spirit Bag from Sula En’s waist, and asked, "What else do you have?"

Sula En was dumbfounded; aren’t the Blue Star Martial Saints known for being reasonable?

Since when did Zhu Shiji become so demonic?

She suppressed her anger and slowly said, "Almost ninety percent of my wealth is in my Magic Spirit Bag; it’s all yours. I only hope you spare my life."

"Of course, the premise is that you disclose everything you know about the Demon Worship Sect, Seagull Alliance’s Vice Sect Master, Ms. Sula En," Zhou Leng said as he activated the recording mode on the Demon Brain.

She remained silent for a moment, then said, "I have nothing to do with the Demon Worship Sect."

"Don’t joke around; everyone knows the truth, so speak properly," Zhou Leng said calmly.

Sula En lay on the ground, squinting at "Zhu Shiji," vaguely sensing that his attitude was very different from before. Could it be that the Dragon Country’s Martial Saints were planning to make a move ahead of time?

Her expression turned grim, and she said with all her strength, "Zhu Shiji, you must understand, I am the secretary-general of the Seagull Alliance, managing many of its affairs. If I die, you and the Dragon Country will be very passive."

"The way you speak makes me think you’re working for the Dragon Country’s Supreme Court. Hmm... if I remember correctly, you had spent several years in Chang Da, where you turned quite a few people against us, including the principal who was just dismissed."

"So, what do you want?" Sula En asked.

"Hmm, do you not understand human language? I said, hand over all the intelligence on the Demon Worship Sect," Zhou Leng said, slowly lifting his right foot.

Sula En’s eyes flashed with panic, and she said, "I am a Martial Saint, I am part of the Seagull Alliance’s upper echelon, you cannot kill me! By convention, we strike first, and you can only counter; as long as we negotiate, you must open the door to us... Zhu Shiji, what are you doing, you demon..."

In her final scream, Zhou Leng stomped his foot down.

Squish...

The head exploded, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Foolish woman, saying nonsense, just be your Headless God peacefully."

He took the body, glanced in the direction where An Tianzhi was being chased,

Turned around, picked up the nearly dead King of Firm Battle, and strode away.

Crash... Crash... Crash...

The speed constantly increased, creating layers of white sonic booms in the atmosphere.

The people from Elephant Country, watching from afar, were grief-stricken.

After all, Sula En was a Martial Saint; her final scream with power was heard clearly even tens of kilometers away.

Many people turned on their recorders and captured it.

Zhou Leng flew over a large mountain and suddenly stopped.

On the other side of the vast snowy mountain stood a lower-rank Martial Saint emanating a bloody aura, holding the unconscious An Tianzhi.

That lower-rank Martial Saint was an old hand from Elephant Country, younger than the King of Firm Battle but stronger, likely to advance to middle-rank within three years.

Like the King of Firm Battle, he was named after Elephant Country mythology, Ten Chariot King.

Zhou Leng raised King of Firm Battle high with his right hand, pointed with his left hand, and said, "I’ll use this lower-rank Martial Saint to trade for your newly promoted Martial Saint. How about it?"

Ten Chariot King had a fair complexion and a thick beard on his face.

He said, "You throw him over first, and I’ll hand him to you."

"Hmm? Are you unaware that all goods sold to Elephant Country worldwide follow a unified rule, payment first, delivery later?" Zhou Leng said.

"Hmph, if you don’t throw him over, I won’t trade."

"Oh."

Zhou Leng said this and grabbed King of Firm Battle’s arm with his left hand and tore it off sharply.

With a cracking sound, King of Firm Battle opened his eyes, then passed out again, his last glance at Ten Chariot King filled with pleading.

"You..." Ten Chariot King’s face turned purple with anger, but he gritted his teeth and threw An Tianzhi over.

Zhou Leng caught An Tianzhi, checked carefully, and saw that although he was severely injured, there was no major issue.

Casually he threw King of Firm Battle and his detached arm towards Ten Chariot King.

Ten Chariot King caught them cautiously, checked and found no issue, but was secretly shocked; King of Firm Battle suffered very few wounds, but each one was extremely severe, surpassing his own injuries.

Could it be Zhu Shiji has advanced to middle-rank?

Out of the corner of his eye, Ten Chariot King saw Zhu Shiji gently toss An Tianzhi up with a lift of his right hand.

An invisible force propelled An Tianzhi upward, and when he reached the peak, he would slowly fall down.

Martial Saints could only slow this process, unable to keep an object suspended long after leaving.

Ten Chariot King was about to attach the arm back to King of Firm Battle when Zhou Leng suddenly charged over.

"Trade completed, time to solve problems." In Zhou Leng’s belly, the great sun rose.

"You..."

A large painting appeared between the two, a giant painting of mountains and rivers, the starting point and endpoint connected by a red line.

East Wind Fist, breaking thousands in an instant.

The air was suppressed together by Zhou Leng’s fist, condensing into a vast white mist, resembling an endless wave of clouds, rushing towards Ten Chariot King.

Although Ten Chariot King felt alert, he was quite confident in himself. Moreover, the opponent had fought two Martial Saints in succession, lacking enough power, except... where is Sula En?

The thought flashed, and Ten Chariot King swung his fist to meet Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng threw a punch, pushing out hundreds of meters of thick white mist, intersecting with Ten Chariot King’s giant fist.

"Hmph, I, Elephant Country Martial Saint, am not weaker than..."

Boom!

The white mist exploded, Ten Chariot King screamed as he flew backwards, the flesh on his right hand burst open, revealing pale white bones, the shoulder bone fractured, hanging only by muscle.

The strong battle king beside him was blasted away by the aftermath, falling rapidly from the mountain a thousand meters high.

In an instant, Ten Chariot King realized that Zhu Shiji had already ascended to Middle-level Martial Saint, impossible to contend, only...

A shadow broke through the air.

Ten Chariot King hurriedly reached for the half-divine artifact, wanting to...

Zhou Leng delivered a downward hammer blow with his right fist, smashing into Ten Chariot King’s chest and abdomen.

Boom!

Ten Chariot King spat out fresh blood, his body like a cannonball crushing on the mountain peak below.

A loud crash created a gap in the mountain peak, massive accumulation of snow rumbling down.

His vision went dark, he exerted all his strength to open his eyes, just about to continue reaching for the half-divine artifact, but a punch descending from the sky plunged his world into darkness completely.

Zhou Leng shattered Ten Chariot King’s head with a punch, grabbed the corpse, pushed off the mountain peak, soared through the sky, returned to the original location.

In mid-air, An Tianzhi slowly floated down.

Catching An Tianzhi, holding Ten Chariot King, diving down the mountain, like wingsuit flying, heading downward, landing in the valley.

Put Ten Chariot King’s corpse into the star bag, then rummaged through Ten Chariot King’s magic spirit bag, after viewing, raised a hand to catch the soon-to-land strong battle king.

Strong Battle King, weak and dying, opened his eyes, looked at Zhou Leng.

"I know, you won’t betray the Demon Worship Sect either."

Zhou Leng said, reaching out to squeeze Strong Battle King’s throat.

"I can..." Strong Battle King shouted internally, but unable to speak.

With a crack, Strong Battle King’s neck tilted, eyes reflecting vast snowy mountains.

Looking far away, dreams broken in one autumn.

Zhou Leng stashed away the Headless God Strong Battle King, the right hand manifested the ancient beast blood taken from Ten Chariot King.

Ten Chariot King’s absorption speed was far slower than Fierce Beast Demigod, roughly estimated, he needed at least three days to absorb.

Cleaned with star true energy and put into his mouth.

The fiery ancient beast blood flowed towards limbs and bones, merging into cells.

Zhou Leng crossed the Himalayas, returned to Dragon Country, arrived in a small city with internet access, contacted the local garrison, handing over the unconscious An Tianzhi to them.

All local martial artists immediately mobilized, fully treating, and contacted higher-ups.

Zhou Leng then sent a message to Zhu Shiji.

"Senior brother, give me a hand, and in your name, formally warn Elephant Country and the backing Yingou Martial Saint, if they don’t stop, the more Martial Saints will die."

"Okay."

Zhu Shiji had already wanted to express his opinion, went with the flow, and on the rarely used Martial Arts City platform, publicly released a message, warning Elephant Country Martial Saints and Yingou Martial Saints not to burn themselves.

After Zhu Shiji released the message, it quickly sparked a large number of shares, comments, and likes.

He was already accustomed to this kind of heat and didn’t mind, continued his preparations.

Next, he would delve into the Eastern region, investigating other Martial Saints searching for ancient beast blood within the borders.

Once everything was ready, he checked the comments again.

As he watched, his head was filled with question marks, some content was simply baffling.

"As expected of Ten Extreme Martial Saint, absolutely strong! First slaughter Elephant Country Martial Saint, then send notice, domineering!"

"Before I said online Martial Saint rankings are unreliable, see? They placed Strong Battle King above Ten Extreme Martial Saint, real battle proves everything!"

"Ten Extreme Martial Saint, we will always support you!"

"Zhu Shiji: Elephant Country Martial Saint, nothing more."

"Have you seen that video? Made me laugh, masked Sula En, fine upon entering the city, after the battle ended, didn’t even join the fight, no intact piece on his body."

"I watched, really, Zhu Shiji is still as vigorous as ever, left hand Sula En, right hand Strong Battle King, single-handedly crushing two Saints, pulverizing the entire abandoned city into ruins."

"Elephant Country side has already deleted the video across the net, but other places have already exploded."

"We misjudged you, Ten Extreme Martial Saint, I am bowing nine times to my mobile phone, atoning to you! We will never mock you for compromising weakly again."

"Now there’s news that not only Strong Battle King and Ura En were killed, but even Ten Chariot King who was with them also ran into trouble. Did you see that video? The two clashed at the high mountains, then disappeared."

"Just received news, Ten Extreme Martial Saint saved An Tianzhi Martial Saint, anyway, Ten Extreme Martial Saint won, Ten Chariot King is doomed."

"Ten Extreme Martial Saint is awesome! Single-handedly slaying three Martial Saints!"

"Ten Extreme Martial Saint finally has a title, Demon Martial Saint Zhu Shiji, personally certified by Demon Worship Sect Martial Saint."