Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 662 - 641: Positioning

An Eagle Alliance Grandmaster shouted angrily, "He’s dividing the cookies! He wants to eat both sides!"

Su Fenghe pointed in the direction Zhou Leng had left, shouting in various languages to the Divine Spirits, indicating that person was inciting both sides to kill each other and should stop.

But the Divine Spirits didn’t understand.

They only understood Divine words and some parts of the Divine Text.

The Divine Spirits hesitated for a while, mumbling to each other.

The damage this time was too great. If they didn’t kill some more Aliens, they might face punishment when they returned, or even death by a Demigod.

Helplessly, they continued to charge and kill.

Zhou Leng appears from time to time, in the form of a Dragon Carp Person, to assist the Divine Spirits in killing Demons or Demon Worship Sect Grandmasters.

Although sometimes his power was so strong that it distorted the illusion, revealing parts of his true form, the Divine Spirits pretended not to see.

Su Fenghe and others were so angry they cursed, constantly guessing that person’s identity with the remaining people.

"It’s either Chen Shouhu or Wang Boxiong; both of their East Wind Fists are very strong!" said one.

"Not likely, both have already advanced to Grandmaster."

"Perhaps there’s some way to forcefully enter, even damaging their cultivation, sacrificing themselves to obstruct us."

"It’s possible."

"Could it be Zhou Leng?" an Eagle Alliance Grandmaster asked.

"Not likely, he’s just been promoted to Grandmaster for a short time, can’t have quickly advanced to Upper-Rank and achieved Power that Pierces through the void."

Everyone discussed, but mostly believed it was Chen Shouhu, Wang Boxiong, or Tong Tianxia from the Huang Meng Sect.

Among them, only Su Fenghe participated in the Grandmaster Life and Death Platform, personally witnessing Zhou Leng slaughter the sixteen families of Grandmasters.

Initially, Su Fenghe didn’t suspect Zhou Leng either.

But as one figure after another was eliminated, he became more suspicious that it was Zhou Leng.

Because the courage to charge alone into the Divine Spirit’s ranks, the unstoppable momentum, was too similar to the scene of that day.

That fist force, the understanding of East Wind Fist, was very similar.

Whether it’s Upper-Rank Grandmaster or Power that Pierces through the void, it can be explained by fortuitous encounters.

At one moment, Zhou Leng plays a Human Race, at another a Dragon Carp Person, killing back and forth.

When the Divine Spirits were down to just over thirty, Zhou Leng completely stopped pretending, maintaining the identity of a Dragon Carp Person, displaying East Wind Fist, specifically hunting Demon Worship Sect and Demon Grandmasters.

The remaining Divine Spirits clearly knew this was a fake Divine Spirit but a real human, yet still didn’t dare to act.

Because their morale was already on the brink of collapse.

Today, too many Divine Spirits had died.

Seeing comrades around them fall one by one, the psychological defenses of Ten Realms Grandmasters shattered one after another, turning to flee.

Either being hunted down by Zhou Leng or by the other Divine Spirits.

Suddenly, a Demon Warlock Grandmaster used powerful materials to cast a strong illusion-breaking Spell.

A strange wind blew, dispersing the power of the transformation ring.

Zhou Leng’s appearance was exposed in front of both sides.

"Zhou Leng! It really is you!" Su Fenghe’s eyes were fierce, but the remaining five Demon Grandmasters behind him were neither angry nor confused.

The other Divine Spirits tacitly continued to join Zhou Leng in encircling Su Fenghe and others.

Some Divine Spirits kept staring at Zhou Leng, wanting to remember this person’s face to keep a distance in the future.

Zhou Leng looked indifferent, gazing at the Divine Spirits, using Divine Text, "I am the great envoy of the Star of Desperate Death. I’ll give you a choice: join me, kill them, and I’ll let you go. Or die with them."

The Divine Spirits, hearing him mention the Star of Desperate Death, were half-doubtful but had no choice, unanimously agreed, and loudly chattered, squeezing out bizarre smiles.

"Alright, we’ll continue. This person, leave him to me..." Zhou Leng pointed at Su Fenghe.

Soon, the Divine Spirits surrounded the remaining five Grandmasters.

Zhou Leng and Su Fenghe stood several tens of meters apart.

"I don’t understand why a renowned Upper-Rank Grandmaster would join the Demon Worship Sect. When I was young, I learned... your Overlapping Waves Palm."

Zhou Leng sighed lightly, as if something had vanished.

"Do you know why I was injured, preventing me from advancing to Grandmaster?"

"No idea."

"Ordered to go to Old Capital Demon City to rescue the grandson of a prominent figure. He was safe and sound, I damaged my Dantian, using all my power to advance to Upper-Rank, forever hopeless for Grandmaster. Do you know what that prominent figure compensated me with? Lots and lots of honor—on newspapers, on TV, publicizing it everywhere. From then on, I suddenly realized a lot."

Zhou Leng remained silent.

Su Fenghe’s expression was calm, not a trace of hate or anger, just speaking plainly: "Others don’t understand, but I believe you do, because you have sacrificed more, your achievements are greater, your honor much more, much more than mine..."

"I don’t know if you’ve seen those kinds of news, of those most outstanding and persistent tech workers who created unimaginable wealth for companies, who either received just a few thousand bonus or couldn’t even buy a house. In old age, a body full of wounds, receiving huge honor, appearing in the news but given no power, no money, no Pill..."

"That’s not the scariest, not scary at all. Do you know what’s the scariest? Those high and mighty people are very moved, feel that such deeds should be vigorously promoted; they deep down believe we don’t deserve those rewards, only deserve to sniff the aroma of meat and eat shi like pigs and dogs..."

"You ask why I joined the Demon Worship Sect? Because the Demon Worship Sect gave me meat to eat. Being a dog, being a well-fed dog, is there anything wrong? I’m doing great now, a hundred times, a thousand times better than before..."

"Oh yes, on the day I saved the young master, my mother passed away; I couldn’t see her for the last time."

From start to finish, Su Fenghe remained calm.

Zhou Leng remained silent for a long time and asked, "What about us? What about those of us harmed by the Demon Worship Sect?"

Su Fenghe smiled and said, "You’re talking as if only the Demon Worship Sect harms you, but there are many who harm us."

Zhou Leng sighed and said, "Yes, I’m slowly realizing that problem too."

"What are you planning to do?"

Initially, Zhou Leng didn’t want to answer, but remembering the years spent repeatedly learning his Overlapping Waves Palm, he glanced at the ground about to bury him and replied candidly.

"At first, I hoped to halt their harm against us through a mutually accepted way. But I found out that they not only abandoned communication, but also refused all cooperation, adamantly maintaining the current state. I pondered for long, unable to comprehend, until I reviewed history which spurred a somewhat immature thought. Could killing all those who harm us be the only solution?"

"If you could manage that, I’m with you!" Su Fenghe raised a thumb.

"Step by step." Zhou Leng said as he stepped forward, increasing speed, his body blending into a blurred form.

Su Fenghe advanced to meet him, employing Hao Qi Battle Fist.

Su Fenghe had battled all the way, and both body and spirit were drained.

Contrastingly, Zhou Leng was full of vigor.

However, Zhou Leng did not use East Wind Fist, but rather the Overlapping Waves Palm.

One palm after another struck, air condensed into vast waves, layer by layer of palm technique pressed towards Su Fenghe.

Rumble...

The air formed bright blue waves, akin to towering walls surging forward.

"Good! Great palm technique! You’ve already surpassed me!" Su Fenghe’s eyes sparkled, nodding in admiration.

Zhou Leng moved with one maneuver after another, completing three sets of Overlapping Waves Palm, then proceeded to punch.

East Wind Fist, Autumn Waves of Mountains and Rivers.

The mountains are red, fields golden, splendid landscapes gathered into one arm.

Upon seeing this move, Su Fenghe was not just unfazed, but rather had an unusual sparkle in his eyes.

There was regret, longing, remorse, and a hint of acceptance, as if he embraced everything.

He activated Hao Qi Battle Fist’s "Unity of Imperial Ministers", gathering the grand painting of the dragon throne in the Imperial Palace, and punched to meet.

Old meets young, a collision of two eras.

A thunderous sound resonated through the heavens and earth, as Su Fenghe flew backward, the blood he spat forming a long crimson arc in the sky.

Zhou Leng walked to Su Fenghe’s side, looking down at him.

His whole body was cracked open, blood gushing from the fissures.

"Kill more." Su Fenghe said, then closed his eyes.

Zhou Leng looked at Su Fenghe, turned and continued killing the remaining demons.

As Zhou Leng stepped forward, the God Spirits ran for their lives.

"We’ve fulfilled our promise, don’t kill us..." one after another, souls scattered.

Zhou Leng killed the last three demons and cleaned up the battlefield.

Grandmasters used intelligent brains, unable to open, could only be collected and handed over to the Ice Snow Divine Sect to decipher and extract the information inside later.

With the Magic Spirit Bag, quickly categorizing, searching for clues, investigating the demons’ purpose for coming here.

Soon discovered a type of Demon Artifact never seen before, everyone possessed one.

All removed, laid in front, lined up, all opened.

The pointers on the Demon Artifacts spun, all pointing in one direction.

"Locator type, all carrying, never seen before, and..."

Zhou Leng simply broke open a Demon Artifact, carefully observed, the interior’s precision far exceeded normal Demon Artifacts, and he could sense some elusive peculiar power, indescribable.

"Without surprise, the direction it points to is their purpose for coming here. Yet, specifics are unknown, too far a distance, round trip delays too much time, can only initiate ancient summon, hunt God Spirits, may explore later."

Zhou Leng kept all locator Demon Artifacts, headed for the Giant Altar.

Along the way continuously organizing the loot from Magic Spirit Bags.

Loot of the Grandmasters.

Harvest hard to imagine, dazzling array.

The Grandmaster-level medicines densely packed, Dragon and Tiger Pills previously unattainable, there were dozens here.

Legendary weapons of Beastmen and demons or Demon Artifacts, numerous, but most energy depleted, requiring gradual replenishment.

A variety of treasures, luxury goods, and collections were abundant.

In Su Fenghe’s Magic Spirit Bag, there was a section for many daily life items, mostly photographs of him and his family, many of him with his mother.

Some photo frame edges were smoothed out.

Nearby were many old-fashioned, hand-knitted sweaters, pants, and other items.

Suddenly, three Alien Giants emerged from the fog, tall, thin, and dark, charged directly.

Zhou Leng furrowed his brow, disinclined to dialogue, charged forward, employing East Wind Fist, honing fist technique with these Alien Giants, simultaneously studying Alien Giants’ power.

Alien Giants far more agile than Ten Realms Giants, faster, emphasized combat techniques, although in terms of intricacy not equal to Martial Arts, each had pros and cons.