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Chapter 1179 Sacred Artifacts Emerge as Divine Weapons

The immortal ascends the terrace!

This space is like a collection of countless fragments, with huge differences in flow rate and size at different locations, even within a small space.

Anyone with eyes could see that this was a strange scene caused by the clash between Zhou You and Dongfang Daqian, two semi-saint level forces, with fragments and aftershocks scattered everywhere.

This creates a very peculiar visual effect.

Bystanders in the four cardinal directions (north, south, east, and west) saw vastly different scenes at the same time, their images out of sync.

Not only are the visuals out of sync, but the audio and video are also out of sync.

Often, Zhou You would strike Dongfang Daqian on the back with his knife, and a cry of "Ouch!" would escape his own mouth. After a few more rounds, Zhou You would open his mouth in pain, but no sound would be heard.

Zhou You unleashed the full potential of a semi-saintly divine weapon, wielding it with such power that the surrounding area shone brightly and felt as cold as the dead of winter.

He always carried a knife, but his moves were ever-changing, like a wild horse soaring through the sky, leaving no trace. Whether it was sword moves, knife techniques, or even staff and halberd, they were all connected as smoothly as flowing water.

Every move was a stroke of genius, as if it had been refined through countless trials and tribulations, meticulously prepared for this very round.

"He has thoroughly mastered and completely mastered the techniques of boxing and martial arts."

In terms of change, Dongfang Daqian was clearly at a disadvantage, but with the sacred artifact in hand, he could use the profound skills inherited from the Martial Saint to close the gap.

"Shh!"

The flame patterns flickered, and then another change occurred, with a handle extending from the throne.

Dongfang Daqian gripped the handle and pulled it outwards, revealing a section of iron ruler formed from flickering flames.

The sacred artifact actually condensed into a divine weapon. Doesn't that mean that this flaming iron ruler is a Martial Saint's divine weapon, and even has a higher grade and greater potential than the semi-saint divine weapon in Zhou You's hands?
In fact, Lingyun Palace was not cold-blooded and ruthless. With his guidance, Dongfang Daqian's compatibility with the sacred artifact improved further, resulting in this Martial Saint Divine Weapon.

As soon as the Martial Saint's Divine Weapon appeared, countless divine weapons on the Immortal Abode trembled with fear and submission, creating a scene of Wang Bing paying homage.

Zhou You's hand suddenly felt heavy, and even the Half-Saint Yin Blade suffered from the suppression of its grade, with its agility decreasing by 1, 1, 1...

"Zhou You, you're only relying on the advantage of divine weapons. Can you still be so arrogant now?"

Dongfang Daqian's words, accompanied by the trembling of the fiery iron ruler, resonated throughout the high platform, and everyone could hear them clearly.

Feng Junlian Feihong slapped his thigh, "Oh no! Wouldn't this lead to a lose-lose situation?"

Before 'Hou' could answer, a dull, emotionless voice replied, "Lord Feng, please do not be troubled. No matter who wins, no one can walk off this high platform alive."

Seeing the person who spoke suddenly appear in front of her, Lian Feihong was extremely surprised. "You, how did you get here?"

The person who arrived was none other than the long-lost... 'Zhonglang Zhou' Zhou.

This former general of the Imperial Guard still wears a full suit of iron canisters, completely covering him from head to toe, with not an inch of skin visible.

He spread his hands out and rested them on his knees, palms facing outwards, a gesture indicating that he meant no harm.

"My lord, General Zhou is a man of great righteousness who has come to help, and his loyalty is evident."

Lian Feihong still felt uneasy. This guy had a close relationship with the Duke of Chongyang, and even the Duke's sudden death was partly due to his influence. He was a dangerous venomous snake, and the further away from him the better.

Then he advised him, "As the ruler of the world, you should have the means to be inclusive and to control the unruly."

"If a leader can govern his subordinates well and make good use of talent, then he can achieve good governance by simply doing nothing."

As she said this, she whispered a reminder, "The Duke of Chongyang is dead, and the method for creating Zhonglang Zhou has been lost. Zhou is all alone. Is he still at your and my mercy?"

This last sentence solidified Lian Feihong's decision. He nodded, then sternly shouted at Zhou, "From now on, follow me, keep a low profile, and don't have any crooked thoughts." Zhou cupped his hands in thanks, "Thank you, Your Excellency!"

Eight men carried a black coffin behind him and placed it upright on the ground. With a click, the lid slightly opened.

"This is?"

"After that," the 'Later' explained, "Without Chongyang Gong, it was very difficult for him to maintain his physical condition, and he often had to go into a coffin to sleep!"

I see. With such a fatal flaw, it's much easier to handle.

Lian Feihong nodded in satisfaction and turned to look at the battle in the arena, where the duel between the Flaming Iron Ruler and the Half-Saint Yin Blade had come to a conclusion.

The iron ruler, like a dragon, leaped and swooped down, wreathed in flames, sometimes biting, sometimes crashing, constantly clashing with the Half-Saint Yin Blade.

Zhou You's longsword technique, which had been smooth and effortless before, became increasingly sluggish and difficult.

Clearly, this is an effect that is countered by the Martial God Weapon.

Zhou You was also secretly alarmed. He could tell at a glance that Dongfang Daqian had only recently obtained the divine weapon and was not yet proficient in using it, nor had he been able to fully unleash the potential of the Martial Saint Divine Weapon.

Even so, with just a superficial skill, he was already feeling suffocated.

Sure enough, the so-called 'half-saint' is not 1:2 compared to a proper martial saint, but 1:10 to the power of N.

Even if a semi-saint weapon were to unleash its full power, it would still be far inferior to a martial saint weapon that only scratches the surface.

"Zhou You, in a few moments I'll make you die by this divine weapon!"

Dongfang Daqian's chest was filled with a powerful aura, and he used more and more of it, gradually resonating with the fiery iron ruler.

In contrast, Zhou You and Ban Sheng Yin Dao have already tapped into their full potential and reached maximum proficiency, so further practical combat could only offer limited improvement.

Therefore, if the fight continues, the advantage lies entirely with Dongfang Daqian.

He was confident that if he improved his skills by just half a level, he could easily defeat Zhou You.

But Zhou You's eyes showed no panic, and his hand holding the knife was steady without trembling, which made him very unhappy.

"Sacred Artifact Dawn, Divine Weapon of the Martial Saint, Boundless Thousands, Slay the Stubborn Enemy!"

In an instant, Dongfang Daqian activated the Daqian Seal, and the Martial Saint Divine Weapon allowed him to advance further, unlocking the potential of the secret seal, and his power surged once again.

He vaguely sensed that he had reached the level of his master, Lingyun Palace, which was the threshold of a half-saint, a realm he could reach without relying on external forces.

The epiphany he had on the battlefield had a transformative effect on him.

The iron ruler in Dongfang Daqian's palm suddenly swelled into a fire dragon, its cross-section larger than the platform of the Immortal's Terrace. The flames burned fiercely, igniting the air and spreading out into a boundless sea of ​​calamity.

The scale of the fire is comparable to that of the previous locust plague.

In other words, Dongfang Daqian's boxing skills can achieve the effect of mimicking natural disasters.

Zhou You's facial features and eyebrows became blurred under the firelight, a sign that he was about to melt under the high temperature.

Looking around, the masters who were watching jumped off the platform. They hurriedly tore open their sleeves and shook out the divine weapons that had melted into molten iron, their skin scalded black.

Under such terrifying heat, only a handful of Calamity Artifacts survived; the rest of the divine weapons were melted into liquid and destroyed.

(End of this chapter)