Chapter 445: Chapter 430: Hanging Bright

That person pointed at Zhou Leng and asked Gate of Storms, “Did he kill your Black Dragon?”

Gate of Storms turned pale and quickly shook his head, “No, my Black Dragon assistant died on his own.”

Everyone was astonished.

Zhou Leng smiled and said, “It could be that I killed it.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Gate of Storms sighed with relief and said, “It was indeed him who killed it, but he is innocent. My Black Dragon attacked him first, and he had to defend himself.”

The Demon Spirit Masters glanced at the badge on Gate of Storms. Coming from the Storm Tower, it’s not as prestigious as the Three High Towers but still stronger than the Ice Snow Divine Sect. Why was he so scared?

“How many punches did it take?”

Gate of Storms, now experienced, looked at Zhou Leng.

“Tell the truth, no issue,” Zhou Leng said.

“One punch,” Gate of Storms replied.

“If you’re lying, it’s like deceiving the Three High Towers.”

“You can try it yourself. I believe your brain won’t deceive the Three High Towers,” Gate of Storms said.

The Demon Spirit Master froze on the spot.

Before, Eye of the Spirit Hall had a pleasant conversation with Zhou Leng and said, “I advise you all to tone it down. The War of the Ten Realms is about to begin. If you cause internal strife with the Ice Snow Divine Sect and then diplomatic conflict with Blue Star, the responsibility is obvious.”

The Spirit Hall’s Book added, “Let me add, once we leave here, we brothers will submit an application to the Gate of Gods, inviting him to serve as a foreign member of the Gate of Gods. As for his level with Divine Texts, suffice it to say, we’ve been attending classes.”

“You are too kind,” Zhou Leng said.

The Demon Spirit Masters from the Three High Towers exchanged glances. The Spirit Hall brothers often lectured at the Gate of Gods.

One Demon Spirit Master hurried to the Eighth Palace, standing at the entrance and looking inside at the highest-ranking Demon Spirit Master.

Several Demon Spirit Masters wanted to act, but Light of the Mountains and Seas sighed softly, “Do you remember how many life-saving Magic Artifacts I had on me when I came in?”

The Demon Spirit Masters in the Eighth Palace scrutinized the Light of the Mountains and Seas, feeling more wrong the more they looked.

The Mountain Sea family is a Demigod family and Demon Spirit tycoon. Why do they now have no high-level Demon Spirit Artifact on them?

Necklaces, rings, ornaments, even the Magic Robe is just ordinary goods.

Light of the Mountains and Seas said, “I had a confrontation with this Zhou Leng and then used up all my life-saving Magic Artifacts. Even the Heart of the Maze was taken by him. Throughout the event, I was pursued continuously.”

The other Demon Spirit Masters exchanged looks. Among them, they were evenly matched with Light of the Mountains and Seas, at most a draw.

But if accounting for Demon Spirit Artifacts, they were far below Light of the Mountains and Seas.

“Is this human Martial Artist so strong?”

“My Yellow Sand Castle, he shattered it with one palm, terrifying my heart into my throat,” Light of the Mountains and Seas said.

The other Demon Spirit Masters fell silent.

When they faced the Yellow Sand Castle, it took them a long time to breach it.

“He earned my respect through strength, so I will not act. Anyone wanting to try, go ahead.”

After speaking, Light of the Mountains and Seas stepped to the corner, resuming meditation, sharpening Spiritual Power with the pressure of the Eighth Palace.

The remaining few glanced at each other.

The Path of Pressure is quite troublesome.

Once fighting ensues, one has to endure pressure impact, and the space is small, making it easy for a Martial Artist to get close.

The point is, unwritten rules are just unwritten rules. Once they’re explicit, the Three High Towers will become a laughingstock worldwide.

One Demon Spirit Master said, “He’s just a Martial Artist, incapable of rivaling Zhao Dongjun’s Martial Arts Will. Compared to our Spiritual Power, their Martial Arts Will is nothing.”

“Indeed. Look, he’s muscular and tall; his Spiritual Power cannot match ours. Previous measurements clearly state that the average Spiritual Power of a Demon Spirit Master is about 50% higher than that of a human Martial Artist.”

“It wouldn’t look good if a fight broke out on the Path of Pressure. Let’s wait until the trial ends, pay him a visit, and assess his strength.”

“Here, it’s the Demon Spirit World.”

The four Demon Spirit Masters nodded gently, agreeing to join forces post-trial.

Other Demon Spirit Masters saw that even the strongest ones in the Eighth Palace weren’t making a move, so they became deflated and quietly returned to sit in their respective palaces.

Zhou Leng glanced at everyone and stepped into the Eighth Palace.

An unusual pressure descended; this pressure was different from before, lacking aggression and oppression, instead presenting a warm, gentle force, somewhat like a perfect mother, making one instinctively trust it.

Zhou Leng’s Martial Arts Will was strong, immediately realizing it must be a unique life form with pressure akin to a Succubus, having a seductive ability, causing immersion.

Seemingly ordinary, yet more challenging than aggressive pressure.

Zhou Leng stood, feeling for a while, a peculiar wave surged in his heart, wanting to get close to this force.

However, as soon as he thought about this force overlapping with a mother’s feeling, he instinctively felt repulsed and disgusted.

A true mother would not deliberately present this power to make someone approach.

Real intimacy is natural and reciprocal trust.

This pressure is more like doing Demon’s deeds under the guise of motherhood.

After standing for a while, Zhou Leng felt it was fine. Although his heart wavered, he wouldn’t be completely entranced, so he continued observing the walls.

The architecture here was more complete, with more variants of Divine Texts appearing on the surface.

Some variants seemed to contain miraculous power.

Zhou Leng shot videos while learning and continuously thinking, gaining a lot.

Since these Divine Text variants were consistent with the Seven-Colored Divine Text system and corroborated each other, he unknowingly understood the Seven-Colored Divine Text he learned before even better.

Halfway through, Zhou Leng suddenly raised his hand, slapping his chest.

Since he hadn’t used Qi Manipulation, it was akin to scratching an itch.

Zhou Leng was momentarily stunned, turning to glance at the octopus shadow in the white ball.

He found himself unknowingly controlled, hitting himself with a palm.

Fortunately, he had been vigilant about this peculiar pressure.

“Quite interesting…”

Zhou Leng simply sat down, carefully feeling this pressure.

An unimaginable chaotic feeling filled his mind.

This pressure was not the singular one before, but a mix of hundreds of special wills entangled, forming a mixed pressure.

Hence, this pressure was full of contradictions.

On one hand, there was parental care, yet it simultaneously attacked covertly like an enemy.

On one hand, releasing goodwill, but soon becoming indifferent.

Every time, when driving people crazy, suddenly restraining the power.

At the beginning, this oppressive impact was slow, very quickly, increasingly faster.

Within a minute, back and forth hundreds of times.

People with slightly weaker spiritual will would inevitably be torn into schizophrenia.

Fortunately, Zhou Leng’s martial arts will was strong, slowly adapting.

Always maintaining a certain distance from this oppression, regardless of whether the opponent is close or harmful, keeping enough distance, so as not to be influenced.

After a long time, Zhou Leng suddenly heard noise.

Opened his eyes, he saw a demon spirit master kneeling under that white orb, crying bitterly.

“You love me, right…?”

“No, you’re hurting me, I hate you…”

“No, no, no, you are right, you’re always right, I give you everything…”

“You’re crazy! This is mine, not yours…”

Zhou Leng glanced and sighed lightly, this person is finished.

The oppressive force of the Eighth Palace essentially tests the branch of spiritual will known as “self”.

Only a person with an independent self and capable of accepting two diametrically opposite upheavals can withstand this test, otherwise they will inevitably be tortured.

After a while, that person like a madman cried and screamed, knelt on the ground, banging his head against it.

Bang! Bang! Bang…

Blood flowed straight, skull cracked, yet he did not stop.

Zhou Leng wanted to help, but knew he couldn’t.

In such times, approaching would inevitably be attacked, becoming the target of venting.

Seeing he was about to kill himself by beating his head, a white light descended, enveloping that person.

That person fell asleep, dissipating with the white light.

The other demon spirit masters saw this scene, both sympathetic and vigilant.

This kind of mental manipulation is more defenseless than attack-type spiritual suppression.

Smack!

Several people suddenly raised their hands, slapped themselves.

Having familiarized with this oppression, Zhou Leng got up and continued walking around the palace, recording divine text.

Then, headed to the Ninth Palace.

Standing at the entrance of the Ninth Palace, looking at the sphere on the roof.

In the sphere, there was actually a human figure, that hairstyle, that appearance, Zhou Leng recognized in an instant.

Martial Saint Zhao Dongjun.

Zhou Leng was stunned for a moment, completely did not expect Saint Zhao’s power to be arranged in the Ninth Palace.

Upon thinking, he was relieved, Zhao Dongjun is recognized as one of the strongest martial saints in the Ten Realms, many alien races of the Ten Realms might not know Zhu Shiji, Chen Shaohuang, Wu Duanxiong, or Wan Yumin and other martial saints, but they definitely have heard of Zhao Dongjun’s name.

Zhao Dongjun has collaborated with the Demon Spirit World multiple times, arranging his martial saint oppression here is quite normal.

Humans also have similar trials, but only at the grandmaster level can one participate.

Below grandmaster, only the offspring of various martial clans are qualified to undergo the test of martial saint suppression.

No matter how high others’ talent or meritorious deeds, even innate realm cannot participate in such martial saint trials.

The martial clans firmly hold onto such top-tier cultivation resources.

Then, Zhou Leng’s face revealed a smile.

A single East Monarch oppression brought gains far exceeding expectations, let alone with plenty of divine texts.

Legend has it, Zhao Dongjun once entered mysterious high-level civilization trials, his martial arts will mutated, extraordinarily strong.

His martial arts will possesses the powerful capabilities to dispel evil and seal all demons.

This legend has very low credibility, and Zhao Dongjun does not have the strongest martial arts in everything, but he is indeed recognized as the number one in martial arts will among martial saints.

Some of Zhao Dongjun’s martial arts have been surpassed by many martial saints, but only martial arts will is unmatched throughout history.

Even possibly the strongest in the Ten Realms.

However, strangely, despite such a powerful martial arts will, there were some odd rumors circulating in past years.

It is said that when Zhao Dongjun was recuperating, he occasionally shed tears, leading to speculation that he was severely injured, causing dementia.

Zhou Leng recalled the various rumors about Zhao Dongjun, sighed softly.

Scanning the Ninth Palace, there were only five people sitting here, one among them being the Light of the Mountains and Seas who was robbed of the Heart of the Maze.

At this time, the maze heart above the crowd had been fully absorbed.

Those able to cultivate in the Ninth Palace are all strong among demon spirit masters, bound to become legends, potential demigods.

Since here is Zhao Dongjun’s martial arts will, Zhou Leng no longer cared about divine text.

Stepped inside, sat cross-legged.

Eyes tightly shut, a great sun rose before his eyes.

Illuminating the heavens, hanging bright across all nations.

An indescribable surging momentum, spread from the endless void, pressing towards the body from all directions.

Unlike other pure attack or control type spiritual suppression.

Zhao Dongjun’s martial arts suppression contained three forces.

One is to test the trial takers with immense pressure, but this pressure is not aggressive, rather an active, awe-inspiring, protective one.

It does not force confrontation, but coexistence of guidance and suppression, tempering martial arts will.

Another is the righteous energy, cleansing evil spirits, dispelling distracting thoughts, tempering the spirit.

This force, being excessively strong and pure, is akin to tearing open spiritual will, using a knife to scrape bones and heal, the agony surpasses all spiritual suppression.

This spiritual cleansing force is too strong, beyond normal, against intuition, resulting in many unable to withstand physically and mentally, ultimately failing and mistakenly thinking it harmful.

The third is a powerful self-confidence.

This confidence is unlike the previous one causing subservience and madness, rather, it is pure, selfless, and genuinely exemplary.

This force of confidence can inspire every trial taker, making them more confident, purer, and fearless.

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