Martial Ascent to Di Chapter 717 - 696: Accomplished

Chapter 717: Chapter 696: Accomplished

"I am Shiva, the God of Destruction, here today to demand a few cups of clean and sanitary Ganges water."

The subtle Martial Saint aura spreads like an autumn breeze, enveloping the venue.

In the venue, an unnoticed little old man transford into an afterimage, rushing outside.

At this mont, from another direction, ca a voice with an Elephant Country accent.

"I am Brahma, the God of Creation, here today, just here."

An old man left the venue, rushing out.

"I am Vishnu, the God of Protection."

"I am Shakyamuni."

Outside the grand auditorium, four voices with the curry flavor of Elephant Country resonated from all directions.

But everyone could tell that these four people were not Elephant Country Martial Saints.

In the venue, four people left one after another.

The rest remained motionless.

A series of trendous Martial Saint auras were felt from afar.

The other Martial Saints of Elephant Country had arrived.

Soon after, the powers of the other Martial Saints also followed suit.

The powerful force triggered a celestial phenonon: dark clouds gathered, blocking out the sun, and the world suddenly turned bright and dark.

Above the venue, the Martial Saints were conversing.

The people below couldn’t hear anything.

Only the sound of the howling wind could be heard.

On the side of the stage, Zhou Leng lifted his leg and stepped up.

Wang Gu nearly went mad, but he followed orders and stayed close behind Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng walked along the deep red velvet curtain, akin to a staff mber who blundered, stepping into the most inappropriate place at the most inappropriate ti.

The host kept signaling with his eyes, continually nodding to indicate getting off the stage.

Zhou Leng walked to the middle of the huge stage curtain.

Under the spotlight, he looked towards the audience, a sea of people, densely packed.

Countless people were gazing in astonishnt at the person under the curtain.

Zhou Leng separated his hands, grabbing the deep red velvet curtain on both sides.

With a slight smile, he pulled hard with both hands.

The seam of the curtain broke, and the two giant pieces of the curtain fell like red clouds.

Falling mid-air, Zhou Leng took a deep breath, activated the Great Sun Divine Skill, and his body instantly swelled.

Veins popped out under his skin.

With a powerful thrust forward, the two giant curtains flew out like drifting clouds or crimson handkerchiefs, spinning and whistling through the air.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...

During the rotation, the curtain tore simultaneously, white energy shook.

In a blink, they shattered into small palm-sized handkerchiefs.

Each little handkerchief was imbued with stardust energy sharper than steel knives.

Thousands of red handkerchiefs twirled like spinning blades, flying through the grand hall at terrifying supersonic speeds.

Boom boom boom boom...

Like thousands of supersonic demonized planes flying back and forth here.

The densely packed handkerchiefs passed through all obstacles: people, tables, and chairs.

Just the impact wave from supersonic flight could easily shatter ordinary Innate-level entities.

These small handkerchiefs reached the end, flew back before Zhou Leng, and then quickly rebounded.

The grand auditorium had three layers, and these handkerchiefs ford three layers as well.

From the stage to the end of the venue, it was only about seventy ters.

The handkerchiefs’ speed exceeded seven tis the speed of sound, at twenty-four hundred ters per second.

Except for a few handkerchiefs that ricocheted off track, even the slowest deadly handkerchiefs spun back and forth ten rounds in a second.

Wang Gu watched dumbfounded, as the dense three layers of red afterimages covered the entire venue.

Darting back and forth, roaring incessantly, like billions of roses blooming.

Dignified Innate couldn’t even see the trajectories or perceive the changes.

He could only witness countless red blades flying and swirling endlessly in the grand hall.

The grand hall turned into a at grinder.

Rumble...

The top two layers of the auditorium couldn’t withstand the intense barrage, collapsing, crashing down.

The packed crowd heard not a single scream.

Because thousands of small handkerchiefs ford a relentless sonic boom and deadly blades.

Zhou Leng stood under the spotlight, hands open, rapidly flicking back and forth.

The left hand flicked back and forth with the dancing handkerchiefs.

The right hand flicked out steel balls from the starry sky pouch.

The handkerchiefs were enveloped in stardust energy, remaining cold after passing through countless warm blood streams.

The steel balls were not covered in stardust energy, turning molten red in an instant upon release.

Under Zhou Leng’s power, these iron liquids ford peculiar tal streams.

The power of each steel ball far exceeded that of a large-caliber sniper rifle.

The targets of these steel balls were the Grandmasters present.

With a flick of the right hand, a second volley of steel balls erged.

Densely packed, forming a neat 10x10 array in front, with a push of the right hand, a hundred steel balls exploded, directly attacking the enemy.

Steel balls were harder than handkerchiefs, flying even faster.

All exceeding Mach 12.

Boom boom boom boom...

In the forefront of the venue, those below Upper-Rank Grandmasters were repeatedly cut into nurous pieces by the swirling handkerchief swarms.

A few upper-rank Grandmasters or Great Grandmasters were pierced by glowing molten steel balls drilling large holes through their bodies, so heads exploding, so cut in half.

The precious few Grandmasters or Masters equipped with half-divine artifacts had to face showers of steel balls and stardust energy handkerchiefs.

In re seconds, the super-saturated attacks exhausted their half-divine artifact powers.

Boom boom boom...

But the steel balls and handkerchiefs continued bombarding.

The Grandmasters wrapped in Half-Divine Artifacts faced hundreds of impacts each second.

Skin, flesh, and bone seed to be struck by enormous hamrs from all directions in an instant. As they were sent flying, sparks splattered from their bodies amidst the constant booming sounds.

They collided heavily with the wall.

The Half-Divine Artifact, embedded in the concrete structure, slowly leaked out ground at inside.

Across Blue Star, more than six thousand elite figures from various fields and nations lay like a bloody red carpet covering the hall.

Until the last Grandmaster King was blasted into at paste, the countless little handkerchiefs lost their power and floated down lightly.

A thousand red flowers covered the whole scene.

The lights illuminated the silence.

Rumble...

The largest hall in Elephant Country collapsed with a roar.

The terrifying power of the Martial Saints swept over.

"Damn bastard..."

The curse with a curry flavor exploded in the sky.

A white wave surged in the sky as the Martial Saints’ fist montum, as solid as substance, rushed toward them.

"Heh heh."

A translucent vast red mountain descended from the sky, blocking the white wave, receiving the Elephant Country Martial Saint’s power.

"Go!"

Zhou Leng, like picking up a chick, grabbed Wan Gu and blasted through the wall, fleeing northward.

"Catch him, grant the Demigod’s ascension potion!" a sharp voice of an old witch rang out.

The Martial Saints of Elephant Country in the sky, maddened at the sight of the collapsed hall and the ground full of blood mud, desperately attacked Zhou Leng.

Yet facing them, the much more powerful Dragon Country Martial Saints ford a Martial Saint Great Wall, standing indestructible in the sky.

"Kill him, kill him! Don’t worry about the East Monarch Faction, don’t worry about the Hell Knight Order, kill that person!"

"Whoever kills that person, I will take as my disciple."

"Even a lowly untouchable could advance to beco a Brahmin!"

The anger of the Elephant Country Martial Saints ford a peculiar aura in the sky, enveloping Zhou Leng.

Within hundreds of kiloters of Elephant Country, even Martial Artists who couldn’t see Zhou Leng could feel a peculiar aura running rapidly.

Upon hearing the Martial Saints’ words, the Elephant Country Martial Artists abandoned the Hell Knight Order and the East Monarch Faction, rushing toward Zhou Leng.

Especially those low-caste geniuses, who crazily consud Magic Potions to unleash their potential, desperately pursued.

As they chased and chased, they suddenly realized, where did he go?

At ten tis the speed of sound, no Grandmaster could catch up.

All the Elephant Country Martial Saints were blocked by the Dragon Country Martial Saints, who gathered in secret.

Zhou Leng dashed forward at full speed, crossing mountains and borders, reaching Dragon Country.

He set Wan Gu down.

"Ugh..."

Wan Gu had vomited halfway and even fainted once. Now he could only dry heave while lying on the ground.

After dry heaving, Wan Gu, with a pale face, said, "Senior, our original plan wasn’t like this, was it?"

"My task was to get you safely to Dragon Country. Just say you’ve finished it unfinished."

"When did you contact the Martial Saints?"

"Yesterday."

"Why?"

"What’s the purpose of our intelligence gathering? It’s for better enemy killing. If they’re all killed, isn’t intelligence gathering unnecessary?"

"But this will cause a major public opinion disaster."

"If you do nothing and just wait, won’t it also cause a public opinion disaster?"

"But... I still feel sothing is wrong."

"You taught

that."

"Huh?"

"You said Elephant Country people are cheap. They have a habit of offending you when they see you. If you tolerate and forgive, they’ll think you’re low caste and intensify it; if you retaliate harshly, they’ll think you’re high caste and respect you. These people, when they’ve already crawled to your doorstep, if you don’t give them a big slap, are you even human? Your father has already sacrificed himself there; can I let you continue to die there pitifully?"

Zhou Leng pointed to the border not far ahead.

Codenad Wan Gu slowly stood up, gazing at the distant site of his father’s death, and after a long ti, said, "Let’s get to know each other again. My na is Lu Weiqu."

"I’m Zhou Leng."

The two shook hands with their right hands.

In the sky, a figure descended.

Zhu Shiji nodded lightly.

Zhou Leng said, "Wan Gu is entrusted to you. I’ll enter the sea from here, circle through the sea, and land in the south of Elephant Country. They won’t find ."

"Not to be repeated," Zhu Shiji said.

Zhou Leng waved his hand and ran toward the eastern Tianshu District.

As he ran, Zhou Leng changed his appearance to resemble an ordinary Brahmin of Elephant Country.

When he reached a signal area, he sent ssages to Xu Qingjin and others, indicating a long retreat, then shut off all lines of contact.

Arriving at the seashore, he jumped in, not needing to swing his arms, just standing underwater, leveraging the Power to pierce through the void, along with the Power cultivated before, propelling himself rapidly underwater.

When the news reached various nations, all their elite circles were dumbfounded.

Dragon Country’s Supre Court was equally in a daze.

So mid-sized and small countries were better off because their elites were wiped out at once; now power struggle was primary. As for how the decrepit relics died, does it matter?

On that day, nurous countries plunged into internal chaos.

The remaining elites of powers like Ouster and Eagle didn’t dare to et in person, only holding remote etings to discuss counterasures.

Everyone’s eyes were filled with confusion.

What should be done?

Condemn Dragon Country? There’s no evidence, as all the Martial Saints and Grandmasters who took action were disguised.

The key is, condemn what? Condemn Dragon Country for taking out the elite circle of the Demon Worship Sect? Isn’t that self-condemnation, slapping themselves furiously in the face?

But if not condemned, doing nothing like this?

Rumors spread worldwide.

Especially on Dragon Country’s internet, various related self-dia speculated madly, with banners’ party, red party, black party, white party, joker party, and the mbers of the Demon Worship Sect locked in battle.

Days later, the world’s internet descended into madness.

Those celebrities never showed up again, with all their social dia content stuck on that day.

The location of their last ssages or videos is all at Five Xin Deli.