Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword
Chapter 337 - 325: Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch (2/3)

Chapter 337: Chapter 325: Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch (2/3)

Zhou Heng couldn’t help but laugh and said, "Since they’ve all managed to break through to the Divinity Transformation Realm, naturally they have the inheritance of that realm. Why are they fixating on me?"

"Silly son-in-law, I was just giving an example to illustrate that the Divine Infants of Ancient Times were far more powerful than those of today!" Helian Dong shook his head, "Some may break through to the Divinity Transformation Realm, but others need the inheritance of that realm to achieve this step!"

"Therefore, they will definitely make a move!"

"That old codger Yang Tian, there’s no way he can match their strength!"

Zhou Heng fell into a moment of contemplation and said, "Senior, I have made up my mind. You’d better take Miss Feng and leave!"

He had his concerns. Now that he was here, those in the Divine Infant and Nascent Soul Realms would naturally focus on him, but if he were to disappear, his parents would surely face coercion to force him out!

He must not involve his family!

Zhou Heng also had an ace up his sleeve, and that was Huo Tian!

"Pah, the Helian Family has never abandoned a husband or wife!" Helian Dong spat out contemptuously, "However, boy, if you dare let the girl suffer a bit of a grievance or a single hair to be harmed, I’ll break your neck myself!"

The burly man forcefully patted Zhou Heng on the shoulder, then with a spring in his step, he vanished into thin air.

Zhou Heng gritted his teeth. Helian Dong was definitely doing it on purpose; the pat was extraordinarily forceful, making his bones groan, nearly shattering them! Old man, wait until I ascend to the Divine Infant Realm and I’ll definitely hit back!

He slowly walked back to the Martial Pavilion, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, sensing that the current situation seemed more severe than he had anticipated!

Black Donkey mentioned that nearly a hundred ancient beings sealed in the Temporal Origin Liquid had been released so far, but according to Helian Dong’s estimates, this number should be at least doubled, and that only counted human beings!

Although Saint Yangtian is a Divine Infant Realm Heavenly Monarch, could he still have the strength to protect Zhou Heng if faced with two Divine Infants joining forces?

Moreover, if what Helian Dong said was true, that the level of the Martial Path during Ancient Times was far superior to that of today, then perhaps just one Divine Infant would be enough to easily suppress Saint Yangtian!

Saint Yangtian was revered by the entire human Empire’s Martial Artists for his great contributions, but which of the ancient beings would care for a junior?

In Ancient Times, the situation was turbulent, with figures like the Great Eternal Emperor who was peerless. Would those who have lived through that era feel any respect for others? Impossible!

If one cannot reign with reputation or the grand way, what remains is a battle of strength!

This is also the most realistic aspect in the world of Martial Artists, where strength dictates everything!

Zhou Heng, although filled with ambition to battle the heavens and the earth, was not a hothead. He deeply understood what it meant to be an expert in the Divine Infant Realm and couldn’t help feeling heavy with worries as he quietly returned to the Martial Pavilion.

Two days later, the peace of the Martial Pavilion was finally shattered.

Boom boom boom!

Early in the morning, faint, terrifying booming sounds came from afar, but soon they became closer and clearer, prompting all Martial Artists in the Imperial Capital to leap to higher ground and look into the distance.

Zhou Heng was no exception, standing atop the tallest tower of the Martial Pavilion, gazing into the distance, with Sang Qingshan by his side, who stood with hands behind his back. Above him was the image of a python, coiling and undulating vividly, showing signs of significant progress.

A bit further away, Ice Phoenix Lady and Yang Zhan stood in another spot, their eyes fixed on the distance, occasionally casting sharp glances towards Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng was unfazed, just gazing at the distant east, a sense of foreboding in his heart.

A dark shadow appeared in the sky, growing larger and larger, obscuring the newly risen morning sun, casting a vast shadow onto the ground.

As the shadow neared, the shadow it cast grew larger, spreading and expanding as though to envelop the entire Imperial Capital beneath it.

"A flying artifact!"

"Good heavens! There actually exists such a gigantic flying artifact in this world!"

"Which power does this belong to?"

All around the Martial Pavilion, exclamations of shock could be heard.

As the dark shadow closed in, it finally revealed its true form as a stupendously large warship, tens of thousands of feet in length and nearly a thousand feet wide, its entire body a deep, jet black. Backed by the sunlight, it appeared even more dark and profound.

Zhou Heng had seen flying artifacts before, but such a gigantic Flying Artifact was truly exaggerated!

He looked to Sang Qingshan and asked, "Brother Sang, how big is the largest flying artifact your family has?"

"Not even one tenth of this thing!" Sang Qingshan gave a bitter smile, his eyes filled with a tinge of shock and awe.

The larger the flying artifact, the more Spirit Stones it consumes, and the greater the difficulty in crafting it. The rarity of materials, the complexity of the Formation, all greatly limit the size of flying artifacts.

Beyond the limit of a hundred feet, every additional inch is exceptionally challenging!

Ten thousand feet? Unthinkable!

Zhou Heng nodded, "This must be a force from the Ancient Times! Only in that era, when the Martial Path was at its peak, could such an astonishingly huge battleship be built."

With a rumbling sound, the giant battleship flew towards the Martial Pavilion. The massive hull was like a steel monster, clang, clang, clang, as eighteen ports on the ship’s body slowly opened, each pushing out a thick cannon barrel, all aimed at the Martial Pavilion.

"Spirit Light Cannons!" Sang Qingshan, Yang Zhan, and the Ice Phoenix Lady exclaimed simultaneously.

"Spirit Light Cannons?" Zhou Heng looked at Sang Qingshan.

"Powered by Spirit Stones, transformed through complex formations, they can burst out with at least Nascent Soul Realm’s devastating destructive power!" Sang Qingshan explained to Zhou Heng, "The method to make such mass-killing weapons had long been lost to the river of history, how could it appear!"

Spirit Light Cannons!

Those who came meant no good, showing aggression right from the start!

Amidst the thunderous noise, the Void Ship stopped above the Martial Pavilion, casting a vast shadow and an immense oppressive force.

"I am the Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch, Yang Tian, hand over Zhou Heng immediately!" A booming voice came from the Void Ship.

Heavenly Monarch!

The Divinity Transformation Realm as Heavenly Venerate, Divine Infant Realm as Heavenly Monarch!

This was a supreme existence of the Divine Infant Realm, unrivaled if no Divinity Transformation Realm were present, who could compete!

"Your Excellency, this is a place where our Martial Pavilion imparts teachings, please leave!" A melodious voice also emerged from the Martial Pavilion. Although it wasn’t particularly loud, it was thought-provoking, whispering in one’s ear.

"Hahaha, tens of thousands of years have passed, do today’s martial artists no longer understand how to respect the old and cherish the wise?" The voice from the Void Ship sounded again, "Yang Tian, I give you face! That kid Zhou Heng killed a disciple of my Poisonous Blood Sect, his crime is unforgivable. By protecting him, you’re making an enemy of the Poisonous Blood Sect. Think carefully!"

Poisonous Blood Sect?

Wasn’t the Poisonous Blood Sect a minor sect of Bright Moon Country? The current Sect Master is only at the Spirit Sea Realm level, when did an expert of the Divine Infant Realm appear? And how could a Spirit Sea Realm sect possess such a powerful Flying Artifact?

Could this Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch be an impostor? It’s always the weaker ones pretending to be affiliated with stronger sects, never the other way around, right?

Moreover, this Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch’s wording was so strange, it seemed like he wasn’t from this era!

People inside the Martial Pavilion felt endangered, and many had recognized those eighteen Spirit Light Cannons - super mass-killing weapons. Once all cannons fired together, it equaled eighteen Nascent Soul Realm experts striking in unison, fully capable of destroying the Martial Pavilion in an instant!

"So you are also an Ancient being!" Saint Yangtian’s voice rose as a figure flew up from the Martial Pavilion, hovering in the void. It was an old man with white hair, carrying an ocean-like vast aura, as refreshing as a spring breeze.

"Gaga, Yang Tian, considering you cultivated to the Divine Infant Realm with great difficulty, I’ll say it once more. Hand over Zhou Heng, this is a personal grievance between that child and our sect!" The Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch did not show himself, merely sending out his voice.

"Your Excellency, if you are indeed an Ancient being, you should know that Zhou Heng is a descendant of the Great Eternal Emperor! You dare to harm the Descendants of the Great Emperor?" Saint Yangtian said solemnly, his voice forming a Holy Sword that slashed towards the giant battleship in the sky.

Although he had a great compassionate heart for teaching the Dao, he also possessed the righteous spirit to eliminate evil. This sword was the embodiment of his resolute aura!

"A mere junior dares to preach about the great principles to me!" Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch snorted coldly as a shadowy black light emerged, enveloping the Holy Sword.

Sizzling, under severe corrosion, the Holy Sword was instantly eroded away utterly.

"When I roamed the world, you didn’t even know where you were!" With a flash of black shadow, another figure appeared in the sky, standing off against Saint Yangtian - an elder with a lean build and a sullen face, but with flowing black hair in sharp contrast to Saint Yangtian’s white hair.

"Your Excellency, it’s no longer your era!" Saint Yangtian stated lightly.

"Nonsense, wherever I appear, that is my reign!" Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch declared fiercely, "Yang Tian, if you do not hand over Zhou Heng, then I will completely erase your Martial Pavilion!"

"Elder, the Shangtian Martial Pavilion is a Holy Land of the Martial Path, for years, it has nurtured countless martial arts talents, spreading the Martial Path of our human race, defending against alien races. You dare to disrespect our pavilion, that means making an enemy of the entire human race!" Yuan Shixiang also soared into the sky.

The Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch glanced at him, a cold smirk curving at his lips: "A mere Nascent Soul Realm junior dares to bellow before me, how times have changed! Let me make you realize that this world does not belong to such useless people!"

He extended his right hand, which instantly transformed into a colossal black hand, grabbing towards Yuan Shixiang.

"Hmph!" Saint Yangtian roared with anger, exhaling two streams of breath from his nostrils that turned into two long swords slashing toward the black hand.

"Child’s play!" Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch scoffed disdainfully, the black hand maintaining its trajectory, allowing the flying swords to attack.

Thud, thud!

The flying swords struck the black hand but vanished like mud thrown into the ocean, absorbed completely. The black hand, wide open, grabbed towards Yuan Shixiang.

Buzz!

A flash of light momentarily illuminated Yuan Shixiang’s body, forming a white egg-like silhouette. As the black hand grabbed down, it caught nothing. Yuan Shixiang reappeared a hundred yards away, emitting an incredibly powerful aura.

In the Nascent Soul Realm, one’s Divine Sense forms a Nascent Soul, and when the Nascent Soul hatches, it becomes the Divine Infant Realm!

"Yang Tian, I will ask one last time, will you hand him over?" Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch said menacingly, his chilly, icy aura suddenly enveloping the area. (To be continued. If you like this work, we welcome you to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)