Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 663 - 642: Yuankuo

The alien giants have far superior healing abilities compared to the Ten Realms Giants, along with unique divine techniques.

Zhou Leng’s power was undeniably strong, yet once it entered the giant’s body, it was quickly repelled and couldn’t wreak havoc inside the enemy as freely as before.

At first, he deliberately held back his strength, and once he felt it was enough, he launched a full-force attack.

He killed the giant, took the corpse, and continued forward.

As he moved onward, he encountered various people, mostly giants and giant divine spirits.

Almost half attacked directly.

The good news was that the number of divine spirits in the corpse bag was increasing.

The giant altar was getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, Zhou Leng abruptly stopped, turning his ear to the front right.

In that direction, the ground was shaking violently.

The battle was so intense that it was difficult to discern the specific tribes involved, but it seemed there were many giants and a few human martial artists.

Zhou Leng hurried over, and saw, below a small hill, many Ten Realms Giants huddled with a few humans, defensively.

Surrounding the Ten Realms Giants were more than two hundred alien giants.

Mountain River Celestial Peak was loudly calling out.

"We are all giants, why must we force each other to such an extent..."

"If you continue to press this hard, ignoring the bonds of being giants, don’t blame us for mutual destruction..."

Zhou Leng quickly scanned the people.

The Ten Realms Giants were taking a defensive stance and not fighting with full strength.

Li Shenkong was among them, but he wasn’t using the Star Sky Divine Sword on his back, holding a half-divine longsword instead.

The attacking alien giants were also clearly holding back their power, not showing any intention of going all out.

At the rear of the battle line, a few elder alien giants gathered together for discussion.

They hadn’t noticed Zhou Leng.

It wasn’t until Zhou Leng continued walking forward for a while that both sides saw a lone figure approaching from afar.

Most alien giants didn’t care, only a few glanced at Zhou Leng again, because they had encountered him on the road before.

"Brother Zhou Leng," Huang Jinli excitedly cheered, "quick, come here, they’re trying to capture us."

Zhou Leng immediately understood; it had been mentioned during casual conversations with giants earlier.

Both the Ten Realms Giants and Alien Giants had captured each other in the past and brought them back to their tribes, which they called enhancing species diversity.

In plain terms, it was about breeding.

This was a critical issue for low-fertility groups; failing in this would lead to extinction.

Mountain River Celestial Peak loudly said, "Quick, reveal your Ice Armor! Successor of the King of Armor, the sole heir of the Frost Giants, descendant of the God of Children and Adolescents, Zhou Leng, which of you dare attack!"

Zhou Leng took out the Ice Armor, and it transformed into flowing ice, spreading across his body with a crackling sound.

Finally, forming a majestic icy armor covering his whole body, alternating blue and white, cold air swirling within three meters.

The icy dragon head on the chest of the Ice Armor was ferocious, with two blood-colored dragon eyes exuding a mighty demigod dragon might.

At the instant the Ice Armor appeared, many alien giants showed astonishment, and their battle line immediately retreated.

Some alien giants’ gazes showed a hint of awe.

Even in alien legends, the Frost Giant is the most noble bloodline beneath the Starry Giant.

In the past, the King of Armor once joined forces with alien giant demigods to resist the dragon race, gaining great fame.

The aura of the Frost Giant mixed with the Demigod Giant Dragon stirred the bloodlines of all alien giants.

Zhou Leng, while advancing with lightweight skill, used the divine text: "In a dream, I encountered the great Yuan Kuo Well, guiding me here. Who are you, and why are you spilling blood and fighting in the presence of a god?"

The people of the Ten Realms couldn’t understand at all, but the alien giants, carrying the divine spirit bloodline, could understand roughly, much like the divine spirits.

Especially with the divine name imprinted in the bloodline.

Far-reaching Mountain · Vast Peak of Splendor.

Many alien giants slightly bowed their heads, saluting the successor of the King of Armor.

The leading upper-rank grandmaster alien giant’s eyes shone like bulbs, loudly asking, "When and where did you receive my god’s guidance?"

"The Great Battlefield, below the Heavenly Bone, at the foot of Climbing Star Hill," Zhou Leng replied in the divine text.

Many alien giants looked at each other; they knew little about the Great Battlefield and the Heavenly Bone but were very familiar with Climbing Star Hill.

Benefiting from the divine spirit bloodline, the alien giant race still had a quota to enter Climbing Star Hill every millennium.

Every giant with the qualification to enter Climbing Star Hill was revered as a Giant Saint.

"What evidence do you have to prove you entered Climbing Star Hill?"

"I bore stone while climbing, gazed at stars while treading the heavens; why need I prove to you!"

In Zhou Leng’s mind, the scene of Climbing Star Hill emerged.

On the great slope, the gods bore stone, climbing upward.

Above the summit, stars shone brilliantly, like suns illuminating brightly.

The shadow of Climbing Star Hill flashed through his eyes.

The blood of all giants trembled at it.

Whether alien giants or Ten Realms Giants, all bowed their heads in salute.

Clang...

The sword behind Li Shenkong sang, expressing gleefulness.

He looked helpless, questioning how he ended up with such a backstabbing divine sword.

The two exchanged a glance, nodding lightly.

The alien giants made way, and Zhou Leng walked smoothly to the Ten Realms Giants.

Huang Jinli squatted happily beside Zhou Leng, her jet-black eyes staring straight at him.

What bad intention could a giant child have, just wanting to knock you out and bring you back to the bridal chamber.

"What happened?" Zhou Leng asked Mountain River Celestial Peak.

Mountain River Celestial Peak replied helplessly, "We were preparing to activate the ancient call, killed many divine spirits along the way, but didn’t expect to encounter a large group of alien giants. They want to take us back to the alien planet for breeding, we refused, and thus a fight broke out. Li Shenkong and his group encountered us and joined to help. Fortunately, they also don’t want mutual destruction, all holding back."

At this time, an elderly Alien Giant smiled and said, "Respected Lord Zhou Leng, I am Yuan Kuo Well, one of the team leaders. Are you interested in visiting our Far-reaching Star?"

The Ten Realms Giants rolled their eyes; the beads of their calculations were bouncing off their foreheads.

"What is your purpose for coming here?" Zhou Leng did not answer but asked a new question.

"To slay a dragon," replied Yuan Kuo Well.

"Hmm, is it not for the True King’s throne?"

"That’s not important, dragon slaying is! Right?"

"Yes!" The Alien Giants roared in unison.

Zhou Leng exchanged a glance with Mountain River Celestial Peak, noticing that the Alien Giants seemed rather unintelligent.

"I thought you were at least here for the Ancient Call," Zhou Leng remarked.

"The Ancient Call works sometimes and sometimes not; there’s nothing we can do," Yuan Kuo Well said indifferently.

Zhou Leng finally understood why more than half of the Alien Giants encountered on the road were defiant; they were merely a bunch of fighting madmen.

"To avoid any unexpected incidents between our two races and meet in life-or-death battles, give me some tokens."

Yuan Kuo Well questioned, "Isn’t it better to settle life and death? Killing weaker giants, eliminating the weak, and selecting the strong—isn’t that your duty as a saint?"

"Since your tribe is so easy to slay, why haven’t you become extinct?"

Yuan Kuo Well smiled, saying, "Our Far-reaching tribe also faced an internal crisis caused by tribal unrest, but later a demigod intervened and resolved it perfectly." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Zhou Leng vaguely understood something, scanning the giants behind Yuan Kuo Well, recalling the giants met along the way.

Among the Alien Giant Grandmasters, not one was female.

Yuan Kuo Well’s tone was extremely calm yet incredibly cruel.

"And then?" Zhou Leng scanned the group of fierce-looking, thin giants.

"They are all unimportant; please be sure to return with us to Far-reaching Star," Yuan Kuo Well said with a smile, his tone calm.

Zhou Leng replied, "No problem, I’ll visit your Far-reaching Star once I ascend to demigod status."

"We hope you return to Far-reaching Star this time; we can’t wait that long," Yuan Kuo Well said.

"You have quite some guts."

"For the continuation of the tribe, for the tribe to give birth to another Divine Spirit, we are willing to pay any price, anything."

The eyes of all the Alien Giants glowed faintly.

The old god has fallen, the new god has not yet arrived; it is the most desperate era for the descendants of the Divine Spirits.

The group was stunned.

Aside from their shock, they vaguely realized that the Far-reaching tribe must have experienced an overwhelming disaster, enduring great difficulties to become so extreme.

"No one can command me," Zhou Leng stated.

"We are not commanding, only inviting."

"I decline the invitation."

"You only qualify to refuse if you defeat us; are you sure?" Yuan Kuo Well slowly stepped back.

Zhou Leng beckoned him with his hand, saying, "You first, in the name of the Giant Saint, I’ll let you go first!"

Yuan Kuo Well’s complexion changed slightly, then he gently shook his body, the strong power flowing with his blood, his bones making cracking sounds.

"Respected Giant Saint, you must know that on the Far-reaching Star, not every giant can bear the surname Far-reaching..."

"Only the giants with the highest concentration of My God’s bloodline can earn this surname. However, since you choose to fight, then as you wish."

Yuan Kuo Well smiled slightly, his tall, skinny black body slowly expanding.

In the blink of an eye, his entire body shone like black gold, robust as an enormous elephant.

Mysterious symbols emerged densely on his skin, connecting into a piece, emitting a deep blue light.

"I also have a Half-Divine Artifact."

As he spoke, a piece of black tortoise shell appeared in his hand, fitting snugly onto his chest.

Click... Click...

The black tortoise shell covered his entire body, cold and hard, reflecting a chilly light.

Nearby people scattered to the sides.

"Brother Zhou Leng, go for it! Take this guy down!" Gold Li cheered loudly.

Yuan Kuo Well lightly clashed his fists, a white spherical shockwave spreading, trembling the air within tens of meters, causing the ground to sink.

Yet Zhou Leng put aside the Ice Divine Armor.

"In my recent battles, I’ve not suffered any injuries, it’s been quite dull; this time, let me bleed a little."

After speaking, Zhou Leng launched the East Wind Fist, striding forward.

Yuan Kuo Well grinned, stepped onto the shattered earth, and with double the speed of sound’s roar, charged at Zhou Leng.

The moment they met, a dense wall of fist shadows arose.

One patch after another of fist shadows clashed, resounding explosions echoing.

In a second, hundreds of punches collided.

The two ran, shifted sideways, jumped, and dodged on the ground at double the speed of sound, accompanied by continuous shockwaves and sonic booms, like two giant beasts constantly wrestling on the earth.

In moments, the earth within tens of kilometers deeply sank.

The other Grandmasters observed carefully, dazzled.

Gradually, the speed of both increased, their blows grew heavier.

Soon, their speed neared triple the speed of sound, far surpassing ordinary Upper-Rank Grandmasters.

The ordinary giants secretly marveled, slowly distancing themselves.

Both were too strong, temporarily unable to determine the victor.

Li Shenkong observed closely.

Within Yuan Kuo Well’s body seemed hidden a terrifying Fierce Beast, even during the battle, the roaring sound of blood flowing could occasionally be heard.

He seemed like a cold war machine, delivering clean, fierce punches.

The power of the Divine Spirit bloodline far exceeded that of the demigod bloodline.