Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 731 - 707: Enemy (Part 4)

Zhao Hao slowly stood up, the True Qi within him surging, the air around him crackling.

A wall-like barrier of true qi stretched out before him.

He had just advanced to Martial Saint recently, and due to mixing with demon power, his overall strength increased, but his control diminished.

Zhou Leng’s gaze shifted slightly, and some things that he couldn’t understand in the past connected because of one sentence from Zhao Hao.

"Do you really believe in the ’Six Volumes of the Eastern Monarch’?"

"Of course, my father said so personally."

"Did he ever say where the ’Six Volumes of the Eastern Monarch’ are?"

"No, he didn’t." Zhao Hao’s face was full of regret.

"That’s it, that’s it, the ’Six Volumes of the Eastern Monarch,’ it’s on the path of enlightenment, at Shangganling, and at the Ten Thousand Core Battlefield."

"I have been to all of them." Zhao Hao said indifferently, without belief.

"It’s also right in front of you." Zhou Leng said slowly.

Zhao Hao squinted his eyes, thought of a possibility, but immediately dismissed it.

Zhou Leng said, "I am the ’Six Volumes of the Eastern Monarch,’ Zhang Xinglie is, Wang Boxiong is, Chen Shouhu is, Tong Tianxia is, Li Shenkong is, Hu Yi is, Zhao Lianshuo is, the Ten Thousand Core Explosion is, the Ten Thousand Yang Celestial Fall is, every one of us who believes in the spirit of Zhao Dongjun, we are all the ’Six Volumes of the Eastern Monarch.’"

On Zhou Leng’s body, a spark of stars surrounded him, an unimaginable force rose from him.

Behind him, the force drew a large image of the entire Dragon Country’s Map, which finally transformed into a cloak of light and shadow, falling behind Zhou Leng.

The tenth move of the East Wind Fist, I accept the mandate of heaven, the fist momentum solidifies.

In Zhao Hao’s ears, as if thunder resounded, he suddenly remembered a sentence from his father.

"...As for the ’Six Volumes,’ there’s no need to search for them, they will definitely seek you out. Of course, the more diligent you are in searching, the sooner they will arrive." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Before, he thought it was just his father’s old-fashioned advice or a casual response.

But now, looking at Zhou Leng, an indescribable feeling arose in his heart.

He had extreme aversion to Zhou Leng, but deep within that aversion lay threads of worry, or rather, fear.

This fear seemed to have always been there, existing for many years.

Zhou Leng and the ’Six Volumes of the Eastern Monarch’ had unveiled a corner of this fear.

"Today, I invite you to read the East, Monarch, Six, Volumes!"

With a punch, Zhou Leng launched a dragon shadow that divided the seas.

Before him, the world suddenly brightened and dimmed, with a sense of wind and rain.

On a small boat, the shadow of Zhao Dongjun stood.

Under the boat, a massive black shadow swiftly advanced.

Rumble...

The azure dragon emerged from the water, and with Zhou Leng’s right arm, the punch attacked Zhao Hao.

Seeing the shadow of his father, Zhao Hao felt a moment of fear, but after all, he was a Martial Saint, even if he hadn’t fully formed his divine techniques, he still wielded immense power.

He also launched a punch.

The two punches collided, Zhou Leng staggered back over ten steps, yet on his right fist, a gray, hazy mountain appeared.

Zhao Hao, who hadn’t moved in the previous punch, stumbled back, crashing through the dragon throne, and into the Nine Dragons Emerge from the Sea mural beneath the blue sky and white sun.

His expression was calm, and his body stood steady, as if the punch just now was insignificant.

It wasn’t just a punch earlier, but a hidden fourth move of the East Wind Fist, ’Shocking Dark West Mountain.’

This move, when cultivated to its peak, could be attached to other fist moves.

Zhao Hao had not mastered it.

He glanced at his chest from the corner of his eye.

Qi Blood was surging.

A newly advanced Martial Saint, actually injured by a Grandmaster Wang.

The opponent’s power was extremely bizarre, filled with a grand yet malicious feeling, reminiscent of destructive star power.

His Martial Saint True Qi couldn’t completely block the mysterious power.

"What cultivation technique have you practiced?" Zhao Hao asked.

Zhou Leng didn’t answer, moving fist by fist with attacks from the East Wind Fist.

Each punch, abandoning all variations, clashed head-on with Zhao Hao.

As a newly advanced Martial Saint, Zhao Hao naturally understood Zhou Leng’s intention.

Compete in body, will, and spirit.

The opponent was afraid that his power was insufficient for a prolonged battle, and thus sought to exchange injury for injury.

Zhao Hao’s lips slightly curled up, responding head-on without hesitation.

Move after move, until Zhou Leng completed the sixteenth move ’Mighty Progress in Storm and Rain,’ both of them were repeatedly shaken back.