Martial Ascent to Divinity

Mountain River Celestial Peak spoke as he proactively walked up to Zhou Leng and relinquished the Blood Moon.

Gold Li also cheerfully gave up.

The Blood Moon above the two of them flew toward Zhou Leng.

A giant frowned and said, "Whether he’s a giant or not, since he’s entered here, he should follow the rules. I can give him the Blood Moon, but he must defeat me first! Zhou Leng, come on!"

Everyone looked; it was Bay Lin Songmu, a former genius of the Bay Lin Tribe, who had long been unable to advance to a lower rank due to injuries and hoped to turn his fate around in this Ten Emperor Battle.

Bay Lin Songmu let out a low roar; his back crackled and creaked as strip-like bones erupted from his shoulder blades, extending outwards and weaving huge bone armor over his body.

Mountain River Celestial Peak looked at Zhou Leng and said, "To prevent greater losses to the giants, strike a little harder with this punch, and end it quickly."

Bay Lin Songmu mistakenly thought he was speaking to him and said, "Don’t worry, I’ll handle him swiftly."

With that, his body suddenly accelerated, crashing towards Zhou Leng.

Mountain River Celestial Peak watched and commented.

"I was saying..."

The two of them exchanged punches, causing layers of white Qi to ripple outwards.

"It doesn’t matter if you get hurt, Bay Lin Songmu..."

Bay Lin Songmu spat out blood and was knocked back.

"...just don’t get us injured too..."

Bay Lin Songmu hit the ground, clawing at it with his heels, unable to rise.

The Blood Moon above his head rapidly flew toward Zhou Leng.

Mountain River Celestial Peak finished speaking, "If we all get injured, it will benefit the dragon tribe."

The vast majority of demigod giants looked at Bay Lin Songmu.

bay Lin Songmu wasn’t considered a top new demigod, but none of the newly ascended demigods present could knock him down with a single frontal punch.

These giants, who typically disliked thinking, were filled with bizarre ideas; could it be that these few people were acting?

The possibility of acting was much more believable than a human knocking down a demigod giant with one punch.

"Yuanfeng Dong and I both lost to Zhou Leng." said Gold Yuanhong, as the Blood Moon above his head flew toward Zhou Leng.

He initially doubted Zhou Leng’s true power but now had no doubts.

"I indeed lost." Yuanfeng Dong admitted with pride, looking at his swollen right arm, and straightforwardly conceded.

Many giants’ minds finally caught on.

Mountain River Celestial Peak’s mention of benefitting the dragon tribe meant not fearing Zhou Leng’s injury but worrying about the injuries of the newly ascended demigods present.

"Let me try!"

There were yet some discontent newly ascended demigod giants who made a move, going all out.

One punch, one giant.

Zhou Leng threw ten punches in succession, sending ten giants flying.

Each one was a top new demigod of the giant race, either a new genius or a seasoned expert.

As for the recently ascended Gold Li and Mountain River Celestial Peak, they had no intention to engage at all.

The other giants were silent, and Mountain River Celestial Peak was not only silent but also frowned.

What was going on? This Zhou Leng was much stronger than when he was in the True King Land!

He had completely exceeded his expectations.

Previously, he had wanted to say that Zhou Leng could fight ten people, but he feared it would sound too exaggerated, so he refrained.

Looking at it now, he might as well kill all the giants here.

"Brother Zhou Leng is truly formidable..." Gold Li exclaimed with starry eyes.

A newly ascended demigod giant asked, "Can I have a strength contest with you?"

"Sure."

The giant stepped forward, and their mismatched palms pressed together.

The newly ascended demigod giant exerted all his strength, yet Zhou Leng stood firm.

When the new demigod’s power reached its limit, Zhou Leng seemed to gently push forward.

Boom!

A massive white Qi ball exploded, and the demigod giant was sent flying several kilometers like a cannonball, crashing through numerous trees and leaving a long trench in the ground.

Dazed, he stood up, uninjured but with a muddled mind.

An elderly giant handed over his Blood Moon while saying, "You... have indeed awakened the power of the Starry Sky Giant!"

Some demigod giants suddenly realized it; indeed, the elderly are wise!

Saying so erased the power Zhou Leng gained from the Giant Dragon Race.

At the same time, losing to a descendant of the Starry Sky Giant did not result in disgrace, but rather honor.

Many demigod giants smiled and willingly handed over their Blood Moons.

"Brother Zhou Leng, you should embark on the Vast Ancient Path soon." said Gold Li.

"Once the Ten Emperor Battle is finished, I’ll head out on the Vast Ancient Path." Zhou Leng replied.

"That’s fantastic!"

A giant approached, handing over the Blood Moon above his head: "The tribal elders said that once you emerge, whether you agree or not, you’ll be directly sent to the giant’s Ten Emperor battlefield. You’re a bloodline of the Starry Sky Giant; you can’t let the crawlers deceive you, you have to reclaim your rightful position as the new emperor of the Giant Dragon."

"Indeed... you can’t favor the Giant Dragons!"

"Yes, we so many Giant Dragons are watching you." Gold Li said cheerfully, "Brother Zhou Leng, if you don’t become the new emperor of the Giant Dragon, that would prove you’re the new emperor of the giants, which is good, I think there’s no need to go."

The other demigod giants immediately saw the light.

"Yes, yes, you needn’t go!"

"You are forever the new emperor of the giants, no need to be the Martial Artist new emperor!"

The giants realized this.

They initially thought they suffered a great loss, but now found they gained a great advantage.

Mountain River Celestial Peak smiled, "Indeed, next time the two races go to war, lead us to sweep the crawler dragons."

The giants nodded one after another.

Zhou Leng was at a loss for words, those Giant Dragons were real... smart, dug a big pit, and buried both himself and the Giant Dragon Race.

In the Dragon World.

The demigod Giant Dragon meeting.

Many demigods were chatting enthusiastically, full of themselves.

The True Red Eyes, who had already advanced to a lower rank, looked at the dragons and after a long silence, asked, "If Zhou Leng becomes the new emperor of the giants from now on, or even the giant emperor, what do you think?"

The entire place fell silent.

Then, one dragon after another erupted in vulgar language.

The Demigod Dragon King and Dragon King Speaker, Platinum Dragon King Heaven Gold Gate sighed and said, "Come on, let’s move together and go to the Giant Tribe to bring Zhou Leng back, sending him to the Giant Dragon’s Ten Emperor battlefield. Let’s hope there is still time, and hope he can enter the Ten Emperor battlefield a second time, otherwise..."

He glanced at the Dragon Priest and other dragons.

Those dragons kept their heads down, not saying a word.

In the Giant Royal Court.

The ear-piercing alarm echoed through the sky, reaching every tribe.

"The Giant Dragons are going crazy!"

"Battle Commence!"

"Battle Commence!"

All the demigod giants gathered, looking out into the distance.

Amidst a sky filled with storms and thunderclouds, a group of demigod giant dragons approached near the Giant Royal Court, directly targeting the heart of the giant territory.

Near the Giant Royal Court, all the giants’ hearts were in their throats.

It was over, the world’s end had come.

All demigods coming out indeed was a doomsday battle.

One by one the demigod giants soared into the air, flying towards the front.

A great battle was about to erupt.

"Giant friends, wait a moment..." Heaven Gold Gate said in clumsy Giant Language.

Some of the demigod giants in the sky almost fell, they had been fighting for hundreds of thousands of years, how did they suddenly become friends?

While the demigods on both sides were negotiating high above, within the giant Ten Emperor battlefield, the last giant handed over his Blood Moon.

Countless Blood Moons densely floated above Zhou Leng’s head.

With a loud boom, the entire battlefield shook heavily.

The ground beneath Zhou Leng slowly rose, eventually forming a gigantic platform with a side length of one kilometer.

If anyone was still unconvinced, they could continue challenging the Blood Moon holder.

"Withdraw!"

"Withdraw!"

All the giants withdrew their challenges.

The last giant spoke, and the Blood Moon exploded, transforming into a blood-gold crown that landed on Zhou Leng’s head.