Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 609 Slaughter
The sixteen masters and grandmasters from each faction were prepared to provide assistance, but by the time they took action, it was already too late.

A dignified senior master was not only pierced through by a punch from a junior master, but his body was also twisted almost like a pretzel by the force of the punch.

"The power of that final punch..."

Everyone was speculating about what kind of alien power Zhou Leng had mastered.

Only a few grandmasters who had been to the Great Battlefield or come into contact with the true energy of the stars had a vague sense of familiarity.

The Dong family members stood frozen in place, most of them on the verge of collapse.

The Dong family's hopes for advancement have been dashed.

Just before today, the Dong family was looking down on the other fifteen families, enjoying their respect and obedience.

"Executioner!"

"murderer!"

"Butcher!"

Some members of the Dong family, who had lost their tempers, roared angrily.

“You can’t just admit that it’s wrong to harm others when your own family members are being harmed.”

Zhou Leng remained completely unmoved.

"I'm going back to Rucheng. All sixteen remaining grandmasters, come at me together."

The masters of the sixteen schools stood still, motionless.

If you can kill a Grandmaster, what use is it if everyone joins forces?

The people from the sixteen families panicked.

Before today, they had considered all sorts of possibilities and prepared numerous contingency plans.

They even considered the possibility of defeat.

But they hadn't considered such a utter defeat at all.

Does this person really intend to slaughter all sixteen grandmasters?

Are these sixteen grandmasters just going to their deaths like this?

Shouldn't the ones who died be the external masters hired by the sixteen families?

The heads of the sixteen families looked at them and the other grandmasters invited by the Zhao family.

Just as the grandmasters were discussing a solution, Zhou Leng strode toward the sixteen grandmasters.

"If you won't come, I will."

"I humbly request that all seniors and friends help me maintain the fairness of this life-or-death battle," Zhou said in a loud voice.

"nature!"

Song Juesi took the lead and walked beside Zhou Leng.

Grandmasters such as Sun Chan from the Tiger and Bear camp stepped forward in unison.

The disciples of the Ancient River Sect looked at each other and then followed.

Among the neutral camp, some people, seeing that the sixteen families were doomed, followed Zhou Leng.

“Count me in!” Zhang Feng’s father, Zhang Nanchao, finally gave up watching and joined his son’s team.

Many martial artists from the city's forces quietly joined in.

Since the Zhao family began to interfere in Rucheng, a large amount of Rucheng's resources have been plundered by the Zhao family, and the martial artists of Rucheng have suffered greatly.

Now that Zhao Cong is serving as the Governor-General of Liangjiang, he only cares about those powerful forces in the city, who are joining forces to seize resources under the guise of the overall situation and reform.

Martial artists who are unwilling to compromise their principles will find it difficult to thrive in Rucheng.

Now, finally someone can rival the Zhao family.

Their steps were exceptionally firm.

Li Shenkong stood there blankly.

"He actually possesses that kind of power..."

His face was filled with disbelief, because it was a high-level power described in the inheritance he had received. Only by mastering this power could he unleash the greater power of his swordsmanship.

He is still unable to unleash the power of his swordsmanship and the Starry Sky Divine Sword.

"Is it possible..."

Li Shenkong fell into deep thought.

The sixteen masters from the vicinity exchanged glances and then looked towards Grandmaster Zhao Tianji.

He was not of Zhao blood, but because he was surnamed Zhao, he tried every means to prove that he was of the same clan as the Zhao family hundreds of years ago, and was therefore regarded as half a member of the Zhao family.

He is here on behalf of the Zhao family.

Zhao Tianji hesitated.

In this situation, let alone himself, even Zhao Cong might not be able to handle it.

Not to mention that Song Juesi's terrifying strength made him difficult to deal with, the rules of the Life and Death Arena alone cannot be broken casually.

Once he breaks the rules, those who are openly or secretly watching the Zhao family and the Sixteen Families will have no more scruples.

Many people believe that those morals, benevolence, and rules are what bind the Zhao family and other powerful clans.

But the powerful clans understand that many rules are locked down to the lower classes.

Once the Zhao family loosens their shackles and acts recklessly, the people will naturally follow suit, and then they will be willing to sacrifice everything to achieve their goals.

This has been the case in every dynasty.

All their talk of guarding against left, right, front, and back is just a facade; what they're really guarding against is the force that can truly overthrow them.

Just as Zhao Tianji was about to make a move, the Huang Meng School came to mind, and he recalled the resistance actions of martial artists in various places over the years...

Moreover, unlike their own Grandmasters who are mostly from powerful families, the opposing Grandmasters are mostly from the Demon City Army. Putting aside the cost of killing them, whether they can even defeat this fierce and ruthless army is a question.

However, he ultimately represents the Zhao family. If he says nothing and lets the other side run rampant, the Zhao family will be the first to cripple him.

Finally, he declared loudly, "Everyone except the sixteen Grandmasters, stand behind me. No one can break the rules."

The sixteen families were stunned for a moment, and an indescribable sadness welled up in their hearts.

Especially the grandmaster's own children and grandchildren, their eyes revealed an uncontrollable panic.

Having grown up in a large family, they knew one thing well: even if ordinary internal struggles failed, everyone could still maintain a facade of harmony and eat at the same table.

However, if strong external pressure is applied, the relationships within the family will collapse instantly.

Lou Feiqiong's fate is well-known.

At the time, they felt mostly regret, or even schadenfreude, but now they realize that Lou Feiqiong's fate is likely to be much better than their own.

They had been clinging to a sliver of hope, but Zhao Tianji's words shattered their last line of defense.

Some members of the sixteen families who were originally at odds with the family head's faction walked silently behind Zhao Tianji, their eyes gleaming.

Soon, some neutral members of powerful clans also quietly left.

In the end, only the grandmaster's descendants and a few people who were inseparable from the grandmaster remained standing still.

“Zhou Leng, why are you so ruthless? We didn’t kill you back then!” said Dong Chenming, the head of the Dong family.

"Blocking my online account, monitoring me for over a decade, slandering me across the internet, harboring murderous intent—isn't all of this enough to drive me to extinction? If so, I won't. Now, I declare to the sixteen families that anyone not from the lineage of the family head who sincerely apologizes afterward will be forgiven." Zhou Leng said, glancing at Zhao Tianji and the other non-Dong family masters.

"Anyone who interferes in the battle of grandmasters will either kill me on the spot, or, as long as I'm alive, slaughter your entire family."

Zhao Tianji and the other external masters showed no anger. They understood that Zhou Leng was not threatening them, nor was he attacking them; rather, he was defending himself.

A defensive strategy of mutual destruction.

Some of the masters from the sixteen families, rather than those hired by the Zhao family, clasped their hands in a fist salute to the sixteen masters, said nothing, and turned to leave.

When Zhou Leng approached the sixteen Grandmasters, seventeen of the outer Grandmasters had already left.

The tide is gone.

The morale of the sixteen families plummeted to rock bottom.

"Let's get started."

As soon as Zhou Leng stepped on the ground, amidst the tremors and roar of the earth, he charged straight at Dong Chenming, who was at the very front.

Dong Chenming roared, "Now that things have come to this, why not join forces to attack and fight for a way out! Didn't our ancestors do the same?"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The remaining dozen or so grandmasters all attacked Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng locked onto the mid-level Grandmaster and used the Starry Sky True Power.

Step forward, raise your arm, throw a punch, shatter the painting, and strike.

The grandmasters all stared at Zhou Leng.

That unknown power was too strong.

Zhou Leng's body emitted a faint glow, making him seem like a sun.

All forces that approach Zhou Leng will experience subtle distortions, as if even the light itself undergoes a noticeable change.

No one knows what kind of power this is; such a thing originally only appeared in Martial Saints.

Under everyone's gaze, Zhou Leng used the simple Autumn Waves Mountain and River Fist to kill seven mid-level grandmasters one by one.

With seven punches unleashed, the force of his fists surged like a tangible flame, burning wild grass and scorching the earth.

Then, he withdrew his Starry Sky True Energy and, relying solely on the residual power and momentum of the Seven Fists Starry Sky True Energy, killed one enemy with a single punch.

Kill all the remaining grandmasters, then stop punching.

Corpses littered the ground.

Zhou Leng stood still, scanning the crowd.

They slaughtered all sixteen masters here.

The air freezes.

Zhou Leng raised his hand and grabbed at the air, and an ordinary blade of grass flew into his hand.

With a flick of his finger, the blade of grass tore through the air, its edges burning as it transformed into a streak of red light, carrying a supersonic explosion as it rushed into the midst of the sixteen families, piercing through the throat of the current Lou family patriarch.

The powerful force destroyed his life.

The entire Lou family remained silent, trembling with fear, not moving an inch.

The other masters remained silent, as if it were none of their business.

Zhou Leng glanced at the remaining members of the sixteen families again and said slowly, "I believe that the next head of your sixteen families will know how to be grateful."

After Zhou Leng finished speaking, he turned and walked towards Elder Song and Zhang Feng and the others.

The remaining members of the sixteen families looked at each other.

In the eyes of the elders, the wind ripples the lake.

One emperor and one courtier.

There is only one best way to defeat an enemy, and it is also the best strategy, whether overt or covert.

It could trigger internal strife.

Zhou Leng, along with many Grandmasters and Innate Realm experts, strode towards the Water Island Base.

Li Shenkong watched Zhou Leng's retreating figure, pondered for a moment, and then headed to the Tree Man Base once more.

He sought revenge for Xu Minglian's brother, to hone his own skills, and to uncover the connection between the Zhao family and the devil.

The sixteen families and the external grandmaster stood still for a long time.

"Are we just going to let this go like this?"

"Of course not, we have already prepared a contingency plan, we're just changing the person."

"Oh, using major media outlets to insinuate that the enemy is facing a formidable foe and that they are slaughtering human grandmasters? That won't be very effective."

"But it's better than doing nothing."

The sixteen families and the grandmasters changed direction slightly and headed to the Shuizhou base.

The area is connected to the internet, near the mangrove forest.

Some people are checking the latest news.

After observing for a while, one of the innate cultivators said, "The previous plan can no longer be used."

"What?" a grandmaster asked.

"Please take a look, everyone," he said, projecting the image onto the screen.

Everyone stopped and watched the short video projected on the screen.

My heart skipped a beat just looking at the account name.

The Demon City Army has released its statement.

Title: Grandmaster Slays Demons, Glorifying Humanity!

The video is taken from an aerial perspective, showing the forest below, which has been razed to the ground.

Millions of giant insects, arrayed in an army formation.

A tiny figure charged alone into an army of millions of giant insects.

The video then began playing at an extremely fast speed.

Giant insects fell in droves, piling up their corpses.

As the sun sets and the moon rises, a million insectoids are slaughtered by a single person.

Finally, the man charged at the giant insect master, killing four of them in a row, and even had time to collect the master's insect juice.

Next, the video played more clips of Zhou Leng killing the Demon Master, flashing by quickly, one punch after another, accompanied by rhythmic drumbeats, making the audience's blood boil.

At the end of the video, Zhou Leng stands amidst an endless sea of ​​corpses, the night wind blowing and the grass and trees rustling.

Text appeared above.

Zhou Leng, a master of the human race, slaughtered 127 demons, giant insects, and orc masters, as well as more than ten million other monsters.

He can be awarded the title of Grandmaster of a Hundred Battles.

(End of this chapter)