Martial Ascent to Divinity

"That legendary Skinless Warlock, it’s you, isn’t it? How peculiar, must be some sort of flesh and blood Demigod twisting their body in disguise. Very well, very well, I like opponents like you! Everyone else, stand back, I’ll handle this!"

The Fist of Decay didn’t expect to encounter a top-tier up-and-coming Demigod so soon, black flames burned around him, covering his body and blood-stained wings, as if a black god-demon, soaring high, swooping toward the Skinless Warlock.

The Skinless Warlock quietly watched the Fist of Decay. As they drew near, the Fist of Decay suddenly swung the white bone staff, smashing forward.

The white bone staff surrounded by black flames unleashed a massive impact wave, formed by the power of numerous Demon heads, with a diameter of over ten meters, enough to crush the Skinless Warlock, who stood over two meters tall, into dust.

The Skinless Warlock raised his left hand, passed through the white impact wave, tore through the black demon flames, and seized the head of the white bone staff.

"Hmm?"

The Fist of Decay fiercely tugged back, but the white bone staff remained immovable.

In that moment, a familiar scene flashed through his mind.

He vividly remembers decades ago, as a seven-year-old child, waving a small staff, smashing toward his sparring father.

His father grasped the staff, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pull it back.

Back then, he was only in the Qi Blood Realm while his father was already a Demigod.

Since then, he never experienced such a vast disparity in strength.

Until this moment.

The opponent was a warlock.

"Your strength..."

The Fist of Decay’s eyes were filled with indescribable astonishment, understanding the source of the opponent’s power seemed more important than his own life or death.

The Skinless Warlock extended his large hand, swiftly grasping his head, and fiercely tugged.

With a snapping sound, the head of the Fist of Decay departed from his neck.

All the blood moons above his head flew to the Skinless Warlock’s head.

A vast array.

Zhou Leng collected the corpse of the Fist of Decay, kicked off the ground, like a black bird, pounced toward the other up-and-coming Demigod.

"Run!"

Zhou Leng stepped on the ground, shattering the earth, and began the chase at a speed far surpassing theirs.

The blood moon, the Divine Power Crown, the Ten Monarch Battle, none of it mattered.

Killing Demon Demigods was the real business.

Zhou Leng slaughtered the Demons, tidied the battlefield.

He glanced up once.

Over four hundred blood moons gathered above, like a tree of blood moons.

He took out the corpse of the Fist of Decay, examined it, tore off the pair of blood-stained wings, placed them on his back, then took out the white bone staff.

Skinless Warlock, transition to Flesh and Blood Angel.

Five hundred, six hundred, seven hundred...

The blood moons above Zhou Leng’s head continued to grow.

Initially, it was the legend of the Skinless Warlock, quickly transforming into the renown of the Flesh and Blood Angel.

Before long, an unknown Holy Sword Angel threatened the regions, followed by a brazen Rusted Iron Great Demon rampaging wantonly.

The difference is the shape of the Demon, the sameness is a Demon acquiring hundreds of blood moons.

A group of Demon Demigod squads began to hunt.

Those Lords’ sons who treated the trial like a game finally became interested.

Unlike ordinary Demons, the Lords’ sons are truly the darlings of Demons, blessed by Demon Purgatory at birth.

Each one’s talent and Qi Manipulation are close to an ordinary Child of the Plane.

The Lord’s sons are the only Demons in Demon Purgatory capable of fighting on par with same Realm Fierce Beasts, overpowering genius Giants and Giant Dragons.

And Fierce Beasts, even in Demigod Realm, possess the ability to fight across Realm levels.

The Despair Eagle flew through the air, followed by seven newly ascended Demigods.

The Despair Eagle was a human without legs, dense flesh tendrils bursting from his shoulders and waist, resembling a blood-colored octopus.

His face had only three black holes, replacing eyes and mouth, no other facial features.

As one of the twin lords of the sixth layer of Demon Purgatory, the son of the Demon Purgatory Despair Shepherd, he endured for long, finally gaining an unprecedented opportunity after most of his older brothers were slaughtered by the Supreme Saints.

He knew that if he wished to earn his father’s favor and quickly ascend to godhood, he must climb higher up the Ascension Divinity Ladder.

To let his father know he is the most outstanding son.

No one can be better at being a father’s son than him.

Except for Father, no magic energy surpasses him.

Excluding the Celestial Calamity God.

He looked up once.

He initially thought over two hundred blood moons would be enough to win a smile from Father, but he hadn’t expected there to be more Demons.

That Demon had reached seven hundred blood moons; he couldn’t tolerate it.

Especially the Rusted Iron clan, those lowly Demons, being able to ascend to Great Demon is already a blessing from the Demon God, yet they dare contest the blood moons with the Lords’ sons.

Unforgivable.

Ahead, the dense blood moons hovered in the sky, turned a corner, and charged directly.

Hmm? The blood moons seem to exceed eight hundred.

"Together, attack, kill him! In the name of the Despair Shepherd, I will grant you unimaginable rewards!"

He and all the up-and-coming Demigods charged forward.

In the mountains, a massive Demon rushed forward.

A huge Giant Dragon, fifty or sixty meters long, entirely red, composed of molten rock, looking panicked, flapping its wings frantically.

The Despair Eagle hesitated for a moment, this Demon was quite familiar.

Another Lord’s son, the Purgatory Scales of the Molten Demon Dragon clan.

Child of the Molten Rock Emperor of the fifteenth layer of Demon Purgatory.

The Molten Rock Emperor’s strength surpassed even the Despair Shepherd.

Behind the Molten Demon Dragon, that Rusted Iron Great Demon with densely packed blood moons chased at unimaginable speed.

With one punch, just one punch, it pierced the head of the Molten Demon Dragon.

The Molten Demon Dragon howled miserably, crashed diagonally onto the ground, rolling, its body’s lava slowly extinguishing.

The Rusted Iron Great Demon charged straight forward.

Its gaze was so cold, yet so ruthless.

The Despair Eagle turned and fled.

Father Despair Shepherd once came from that hopeless human star, choosing Demon Purgatory; Father was smart.

So, as his most outstanding son, I must learn Father’s cunning.

His mind repeatedly flashed the image of the Rusted Iron Great Demon.

Flying to land on the Molten Demon Dragon’s head, delivering a punch, brain matter and molten rock spraying downward from the wound.

Desperately fleeing, yet this is the Ten Monarch battlefield, long-distance teleportation spells can’t be used, only short-distance teleportation is available.

He is smart; he won’t waste any opportunity or do anything foolish.

Not even risking a glance backward, since this might slow his speed by one ten-thousandth temporarily.

A mistake of one ten-thousandth isn’t allowed.

I am Father’s most outstanding son...

He only felt a chill on the back of his neck, and his vision went dark.

"Quite decisive."

Zhou Leng praised briefly, collected the corpse, continued the pursuit.

The blood moons belonging to the Despair Eagle flew to hover above.

A thousand moons gathered, gradually merging.

Each blood moon, no larger than a head, and just a crescent moon.

Now, the blood red full moon hovering above Zhou Leng’s head, with a diameter of ten meters.

Meanwhile, in the Demon Ten Monarch battlefield, every newly ascended Demigod heard a voice.

"A thousand moon-level genius has arisen, my Ten Monarch battlefield will turn into a lone king blood battle."

"Ultimately, only one may leave."

"The Divine Power Crown of my battlefield, the rank increases by one level."

"Fight on, future Monarchs."