Martial Ascent to Divinity

More than twenty lower demigod beastmen, at first relying on their numbers, swore to kill this traitor.

After Zhou Leng withstood their attacks and killed five demigods in succession, they changed their tune.

"You traitor of the beastmen!"

"How could you be so ruthless for the position of the new beastman emperor!"

"Which tribe secretly trained you?"

"You disgrace the ancestors of the beastmen!"

Zhou Leng turned a deaf ear and continued the slaughter until only five were left.

"I surrender!"

He smashed the skull with one punch.

"Stop fighting, I’ll give up all the blood moons!"

He pierced through the forehead with one finger.

"Why are you so vicious..."

Zhou Leng killed all the remaining beastmen, claiming all the blood moons.

The second lower crown dropped onto his head.

Surging star power once again rushed through his entire body.

Unimaginable pain and pleasure intertwined within his body.

The power of the body continually increased.

The various shackles and limitations imposed by elementary civilization were continuously broken by the high-level star power.

Life broke through its limits, the highest secret of the universe.

Every high-level race took countless billions of years to comprehend this.

But high-level star power doesn’t care.

The limits of cells, the limits of the flesh, the limits of bones, the limits of bloodline...

Except for the limits of the soul and martial arts will, all body-related limits were continuously surpassed and enhanced by high-level star power.

Until the last trace of strength disappeared, Zhou Leng opened his eyes.

His body, once again, made a big leap forward.

This time, he clearly realized that he could soon reach the level of the Three Sons of Ancient River.

Looking up, the Ten Thrones battlefield vanished.

He appeared in the beastman world, surrounded by a dense aura of beastman blood formations, enveloping everything within a kilometer radius, and some demigod beastmen were nearby.

At the same time, the power of the Ten Realms battlefield spread, shattering all the blood formation light.

The newly promoted demigod beastmen perished, as they were unprepared.

But this time, the beastman demigods already had a contingency plan. Upon discovering a large number of lower demigods fallen, they immediately began to lay out plans and block the teleportation arrays at various places.

But unexpectedly, the power of the Ten Realms battlefield shattered them.

Zhou Leng transformed into divine light, flying towards the Dragon God’s teleportation array.

The beastman demigods took action one after another, shouting loudly, but were powerless to intercept a streak of light.

Zhou Leng rushed to the Two Realms Barrier, looked back, and saw one divine light after another rising, speeding towards him.

Exciting.

He tore through the Two Realms Barrier, dashed in, and made his escape.

Heading straight for Blue Star.

Based on the time estimation, the Ten Thrones battlefield on Blue Star’s side should be over.

After crossing a new Two Realms Barrier, Zhou Leng stopped.

"Hmm?"

It wasn’t Dragon Country; it was a blue sky and green grass he had never seen before.

Not far away, in mid-air, the two sides were engaged in a battle.

Zhou Leng looked closely, the smaller group was Dragon Country’s Martial Saints, the larger group was the Demon Worship Sect and foreign Martial Saints.

Seven lower Martial Saints, including Zhu Shiji, were soaked in blood but were fearless.

The enemy Martial Saints, numbering twenty-three, were in no hurry; relying on their numerical advantage, they fought in turns, aiming to wear down the Dragon Country Martial Saints.

Zhu Shiji and his companions were at a great disadvantage, many seriously injured, relying solely on their martial arts will to hold on.

During an earlier Martial Saints meeting, there was a discussion about the possibility of the Demon Worship Sect joining forces against the Dragon Country Martial Saints, and it seemed the prediction was correct.

Zhou Leng squinted, took a deep breath, the Great Sun Divine Skill roared in his belly, and his body surged forward like a black shadow.

His speed grew faster and faster, quickly surpassing the previous limit of Mach 30.

"Who!"

"Stop him!"

Exactly five lower Martial Saints from the Demon Worship Sect rushed towards Zhou Leng, like a net from all directions.

"It’s Zhou Leng!" Zhu Shiji rejoiced.

The remaining Dragon Country Martial Saints only glanced, their expressions unchanged.

If it were other Martial Saints, there might still be a chance, but a newly promoted... Hm? Why is his speed so fast?

Five lower Martial Saints simultaneously made a move at several hundred meters away.

The powerful martial saint’s punches were like endless mountains, white tigers stepping on stars, angels descending, fists moving with stars, or vast sea waves...

From five directions, five massive punches, hundreds of meters long, rushed towards Zhou Leng.

"Be careful!" Zhu Shiji shouted.

All Dragon Country Martial Saints present could not withstand the combined assault of five Martial Saints.

Suddenly, the world fell silent, everything was soundless.

At this moment, in front of all Martial Saints, time seemed to freeze.

At the convergence point of the martial arts punches’ rays, a crimson banner unfurled, densely covering every inch of the mountains and rivers.

Ten suns rose into the sky.

An unimaginable magnificent fist force, like ten suns horizontally across the sky.

If obtaining something new, all old will perish.

Zhu Shiji recalled the words Zhao Dongjun said when explaining the "Extinguish the Evil Realm," the 22nd move of East Wind Fist that he couldn’t perform himself.

"...some people mock us as old-fashioned, unprogressive with emerging, new, external ideas and forces... yet they blame us for breaking the home’s pots and pans when we sweep away the old and welcome the new... They do not care how we live, they just want us to die..."

"...in a group’s revolution, there is no perfect plan, and which flourishing nation isn’t built on countless mistakes and bones..."

"...The Human Race, only by wiping out the evil realm, can move lightly, discarding the old and ushering the new..."

"...tomorrow’s one or two new, can outweigh the thousand-year-old past..."

Boom!

An unimaginable fist force, like the light of a great sun, covered an area nearly a kilometer in radius.

One punch emerged, and all evils retreated.

Five Martial Saints vomited blood and flew backward, their true qi in disarray, momentarily unable to exert power, such a fist force only existed in legend.

Their eyes were filled with panic.

"Zhao Dongjun has been resurrected..." a Seagull Alliance Martial Saint shouted from afar, giving up the blood moon and turning to flee.

"Do not fear, that is Zhou Leng! He alone cannot contend with us, do not be afraid..."

The speaking Martial Saint abruptly stopped, terrified realizing that with every small sentence he uttered, Zhou Leng threw a punch.

With each punch Zhou Leng threw, a head of the intercepting lower Martial Saints exploded.

Before the sentence was finished, five headless Martial Saints fell from the sky.

Zhou Leng swept past, externally releasing power, claiming five headless gods.

"Kill!" Zhu Shiji’s teeth bled, yet he laughed broadly.

"Kill!" The other Dragon Country Martial Saints switched from defense to offense.

"Ridiculous! We still have seventeen!"

Boom!

One Eagle Alliance Martial Saint exploded.

"Sixteen." Zhou Leng said, moving on to the next target.

"Fifteen."

"Fourteen..."

Zhou Leng counted one by one, like the King of Hades marking names in a ledger of life and death.

When he counted to "seven," two Demon Worship Sect Martial Saints abandoned the blood moon and fled, the remaining five hesitated for a moment but could no longer escape, being entangled by the Dragon Country Martial Saints.

Zhou Leng stepped on the sky, running swiftly, dealing with two fleeing Martial Saints with one punch each, then turned to join forces with Zhu Shiji.

"You cannot kill us, there are not many Martial Saints of humanity left. If you kill us, how will you contend with the Demon Alliance..." a Martial Saint screamed.

"You, are the demons."

Zhou Leng continued with East Wind Fist, killing all the Demon Worship Sect Martial Saints.

A large number of blood moons gathered overhead.

Zhou Leng and the severely injured seven Dragon Country Martial Saints landed on the ground.

Zhu Shiji said, "I give up my blood moon, I surrender. I can tell you now, a few days ago, it was Zhou Leng impersonating me, slaughtering the three saints of Elephant Country alone."

As he spoke, the blood moons above his head flew to Zhou Leng.

The other six Dragon Country Martial Saints were stunned for a moment, and the blood moons above their heads all flew to Zhou Leng.