Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 722 - 701: Evidence of Guilt

Not far from Zhang Xinglie’s residence.

Tong Tianxia, clad in camouflage, slowly walked out.

He had waited a long time for this day.

Many people emerged from an old building, heading in the same direction.

Lv Yuanhao carried several pieces of cut white cake, distributing them to others heading the same way.

He kept a piece for himself and ate it in big bites.

He always knew it wasn’t the accused who killed his father.

But rather, the few who condoned and encouraged the accused.

Leaving the Sun family store, Tong Tianxia and some people headed toward the suburbs.

Lv Yuanhao and others headed toward the city.

Li Clan.

Li Shenkong stood in front of his grandfather Li Tianyuan.

"Grandfather, I learned something not long ago, but I’m not sure if I should tell you."

"You’re grown up now, whether to say it or not is up to you."

Li Tianyuan sat behind the desk, holding the "East Monarch’s Collection, Volume 5" in his left hand, looking at Li Shenkong.

"Grandfather, do you believe in the contents of this book?" Li Shenkong pointed to the book in his grandfather’s hand.

"I’ve always believed." Li Tianyuan’s expression was solemn.

"Then if I act according to what’s written in the book, it might cause some trouble. What do you think, should I do it?"

Li Tianyuan’s gaze swept over Li Shenkong’s Dantian, then looked at the Divine Sword behind him.

He remained silent for a long while and then slowly said, "I’ve said, you’ve grown up. Some things, you need to learn to decide for yourself. Your life, your own choice."

Li Shenkong nodded, asking, "Grandfather, it is said that besides the five volumes on the market, there’s a hidden sixth volume of the ’East Monarch’s Collection’. Do you think it’s true or false?"

Li Tianyuan stared at Li Shenkong and slowly said, "There is a sixth volume."

"Really?"

"Really, I’ve seen it." Li Tianyuan gazed at his grandchild’s face.

Li Shenkong smiled and said, "Everyone says the sixth volume is the method of ascension to sainthood, the ultimate in martial arts. If it really exists, then humanity has hope."

"Indeed, the sixth volume is humanity’s hope." Li Tianyuan’s tone changed subtly but quickly returned.

Li Shenkong looked at his grandfather, eyes slightly red, bowed his head, bent down, and kowtowed three times.

He stood up, turned around, walked to the door, and paused.

"Grandfather, I’m going to do what I should do."

"Go on."

Li Shenkong pushed the door open and left.

It seemed like an ordinary farewell, Li Tianyuan lowered his head, continuing to read the fifth volume of the "East Monarch’s Collection."

After finishing this page, he reached out to turn the page, trying several times, but couldn’t turn to the next.

All over the country.

In many internet company server rooms, different programmers either stared at the time on their phones, monitors, or looked at their watches.

Xiong City.

The special network information processing hub.

A staff member on duty with a key patrolled the server room.

A surveillance room server room in Xiong City.

The staff on duty looked at the time and shut down numerous surveillance cameras centered around Zhao Palace.

This included high-altitude balloon surveillance equipment.

At the same time, many people appeared in power, network, and other hubs, making preparations.

Numerous secretive messages were transmitted in all directions.

Some were intercepted, others reached the senior levels.

Many messages that weren’t intercepted smoothly reached designated personnel but seemed to disappear without any response.

Only in a few departments like the Demon City Army and the Martial Guard Department were lights brightly lit and some people discussing.

Xiong City Suburb.

A large expanse of stone slabs laid outside the walls of Zhao Palace, the ground hardened, with no trace of trees or grass, barren like a graveyard.

Beyond this were layers of stone blocks, roadblocks, fences, electric grids, and even demonized metal added.

Beyond the blockade devices, the place was surrounded on three sides by forest, located on the outskirts of a park, enjoying healthier air.

Both inside the blockade devices and in the forest, numerous surveillance cameras and secret posts were hidden.

The house of a Martial Clan is as valuable as an empire.

Rumbling...

A line of massive mining trucks approached from afar.

The secret post near Zhao Palace watched the mining trucks, frowning slightly.

This road prohibits such large vehicles, why are so many coming now?

He thought briefly and was about to contact his superior.

At the moment he raised his hand to use the demonized watch, a flash of Demon Spirit Technique light passed, and his body froze in place.

A shadow flickered by, approached him, carefully checked, and breathed a sigh of relief.

A silent guardian dying would trigger an alarm.

Since he wasn’t dead, nothing would happen.

Then he looked at the nearby surveillance camera.

Inside the Zhao Palace surveillance room, all screens appeared as usual, with no changes.

The screens didn’t even show the approaching large trucks.

Two security guards sat in chairs, chatting casually.

Everything as usual.

Until the huge rumbling of mining trucks echoed inside Zhao Palace.

The two security guards glanced at the screens in confusion, seeing nothing unusual.

So one of them walked out of the surveillance room, climbed up high, and looked out.

On the road, a row of extremely tall trucks was rumbling towards them.

Such vehicles cannot appear on this road.

There are martial artists guarding several intersections near the Zhao Clan; such vehicles wouldn’t be allowed near unless...

He was shocked, took out a walkie-talkie, and shouted loudly, "Alert! Alert..."

As he shouted, he saw dark shadows jumping out from the dump beds of those massive mining trucks. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Those trucks, numbering in hundreds, possibly even a thousand, had people jumping off almost every truck.

He swiftly turned his head to look at Zhao Palace’s other three directions.

Some shadows were approaching from the direction of the park.

Inside Zhao Palace, a piercing alarm sounded.

Everyone was in a panic.

The Zhao Clan insiders hurried towards Zhao Hao’s study.

In the study, Zhao Hao looked calm and said, "Have Madam and the Matriarch enter the tunnel, leave Zhao Palace."

"Yes."

Zhao Hao glanced at the Magic Spirit Bag at his waist and stepped into the main hall of Zhao Palace.

At the top of the main hall, hung a large plaque with a red gold nine-dragon blue background.

Inscribed with the four large characters of Zhongzheng Renhe.

The ground inside the door was paved with gold bricks, with red pillars embracing dragons, luxurious and grand, with an imperial aura.

Zhao Hao took a few steps and stopped in front of the large chair carved with dragons made of nanmu, its cushion bright yellow, embroidered with patterns of dragons.

He raised his head to look at the giant mural on the wall behind the dragon chair.

The mural depicted a blue sky and red sun, below which nine dragons emerged from the ocean, grand and magnificent.

Especially that red sun, hanging high, emitting a seemingly tangible heat.

At the moment he saw the red sun, Zhao Hao’s gaze slightly flickered.

Turning, he calmly sat on the dragon chair, gazing outside the door.

Behind him, the massive mural seemed alive, shimmering and glowing.

Beside the street outside Zhao Palace.

Tong Tianxia, Wang Boxiong, and Chen Shouhu looked at each other.

Chen Shouhu sighed and said, "The three of us, haven’t gathered in a long time."

Tong Tianxia said slowly, "Back then Ma Xingkong asked me, if doing something required a huge price but had to be done, what should be done? I thought for a long time, couldn’t find an answer. Until I saw his corpse, I had the answer."

As he spoke, he turned to look at the "Zhao Palace" inscription on the front gate plaque.

Chen Shouhu said, "Not long ago, Zhou Leng wanted to go to the Tree-man World to save his Tree-man friends but I stopped him. I said, he alone couldn’t change the mistakes of an entire race..."

"He asked me: ’I mean if, if you discovered the mistakes of the Human Race, what would you do?’"

"I didn’t answer then, not because there wasn’t an answer, but because it couldn’t be said. But today, I can answer him."

"I, Chen Shouhu alone, might not be able to change anything. But one me after another, generation after generation, definitely can change."

Wang Boxiong looked at Zhao Palace.

Remembering the meeting with Zhao Cong.

Zhao Cong once asked with a mocking tone: "Dare you go to Zhao Palace?"

Wang Boxiong stood in front of Zhao Palace and smiled slightly.

"Of course, I dare."

Wang Boxiong and the trio turned to look behind.

A dense crowd was standing on the empty ground in front of Zhao Palace.

On the empty ground on the other three sides of Zhao Palace, equally stood a large number of Martial Artists.

Most people, the trio did not recognize.

But some, they did.

There were classmates they hadn’t seen for years, friends of Ma Xingkong.

There were some radical Martial Artists from online.

There were some subordinates, colleagues.

A large number of Huang Meng Sect members.

Martial Artists from all over the country.

And many young people.

Some, even still in school.

Seeing Li Shenkong and Zhang Xinglie, the trio had complex expressions.

"You shouldn’t have come," Chen Shouhu looked at Li Shenkong.

"But I did," Li Shenkong said.

Wang Boxiong looked at Zhang Xinglie.

Zhang Xinglie held a cane with one arm, his expression calm.

The trio looked at those familiar yet unfamiliar eyes.

Saying nothing.

"Old Zhao is here..."

The crowd made way.

Zhao Lianshuo and his adoptive son, codenamed Wangu, walked towards Zhao Palace.

Zhao Lianshuo stood at the entrance, gathered True Qi, and shouted loudly.

"You little brat Zhao Hao, the Broken Sword belongs to your father, Saint Zhao. You traitor, surrender the Broken Sword, surrender Saint Zhao’s corpse!"

Simultaneously, Wang Boxiong sent a message.

People across the country began to act.

All major websites and telecommunications companies worldwide, sent messages to everyone.

Everyone received at least one short message.

The evidence against Zhao Palace, revealed today.

The opening ad on Martial Hoo was a bloody oil painting; Zhao Hao appeared like an elegant vampire, with a line of text written above.

The evidence against Zhao Palace.

Click to enter, instantly receiving a document.

Cat Many Shopping Mall, every page replaced with various images.

Clicking an image, one could obtain the document, the evidence against Zhao Palace.

Fast Dou Short Videos.

A large number of videos about Zhao Family’s evidence appeared on everyone’s screens.

No matter how users refreshed, during this period, all sent only the same content.

Not only in Dragon Country, across the world, almost all important apps shared similar content.

A world-class Eight Trigrams spectacle commenced.

Countless people, upon seeing just a bit of content, exclaimed, finding ways to save and spread it frantically.

The evidence document against Zhao Palace enumerated all the evidence found by various parties over the years.

The evidence chain was detailed, the logic rigorous, supported by testimonies.

It practically exposed the entire Zhao Palace.

One explosive message after another shocked the world.

"Back then Zhao Hao entered Demon Purgatory, was captured, and sided with the Demon..."

"The current wife of Zhao Family’s Patriarch is a Succubus from Demon Purgatory..."

"Over the years, Zhao Palace has, through Gao Tianfeng, captured many... refined into Magic Bag Beans..."

"The chaos of the mountains and the defeat at Demon City back then, instigated by Zhao Hao to create a Corpse King Seat, leaking intelligence..."