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Chapter 1180 Sneak Attack
"..."

Lian Feihong found it strange that the temperature was so high, with heat waves rolling around and the air distorted.

It was as if hundreds of concave and convex mirrors were placed all around, distorting the scene into a bizarre and absurd shape.

However, everything around him seemed normal.

I held the glass and looked inside; the ice crystals in the wine were still there, and they hadn't melted.

He subconsciously looked at Zhou, who was standing to the side, and realized that it was Zhou who had blocked the terrifying high temperature of the flaming iron ruler.

To achieve this, one would need to be at least at the semi-saint level.
Suddenly, doubt arose in my mind?

"Later, although Zhou was a Grandmaster, he was at most an Earthly Grandmaster, and even a Heavenly Grandmaster would be a stretch."

How could someone possess such skill?

He then smiled and explained, "After the death of Duke Chongyang, General Zhou was unable to maintain his physical health, but he also benefited from this misfortune by unlocking all his potential."

"I've heard that Zhonglang Zhou was made by Chongyang Gong from a corpse. Is that true?"

Lian Feihong inquired, "I wonder what realm General Zhou is currently at?"

He suddenly stopped talking when he asked this question. As everyone knows, Zhonglang Zhou's cultivation level has declined compared to when he was alive. He was a Grandmaster before he died, but he may have fallen to the Strong Martial level.

Those who were of the Heavenly lineage in life may very well descend to the Human or Earthly lineage after death.

The question is, Zhou just tested his skills and blocked the aftershocks of the Martial Saint's divine weapon, so he must be at least at the half-saint level.

Wasn't he... a martial saint during his lifetime?
Lian Feihong panicked and grabbed the back of his sleeves, "Don't joke around, would the Duke of Chongyang do such a thing?"

"Why not?"

The 'Later' patiently explained, "Lord Chongyang was proficient in seal script and studied ancient steles and classics, secretly searching for the burial site of the Martial Saint..."

But Lian Feihong interrupted him, "Wait, even a Martial Saint can fall?"

When a martial saint exits the long river of history, it is generally referred to as "passing away from the world" rather than "dying," because it is generally believed that martial saints are immortal and indestructible. Once they stay in the human world for more than their allotted time, they will break through to a more advanced world of countless dimensions.

If the Martial Saint cannot die, why is there a place for his burial?
"Even martial saints are not born invincible. Many of them have encountered powerful enemies, had their limbs broken and their skin and bones cut off. To commemorate these major setbacks, cenotaphs were built, most of which contained insignificant things, but a few contained the flesh and bones of martial saints."

It is worth mentioning that the tomb that Zhou You stumbled upon in the North was also one of the cenotaphs of the Martial Saint of Myriad Forms.

The 'later' part reveals the truth about how Chongyang Gong created Zhou.

It turns out that the leader of Zhonglang Zhou, surnamed Zhou, was created by Chongyang Gong after studying ancient books, searching for many locations that seemed to be the cenotaphs of the Martial Saint, and collecting fragments of the Martial Saint's flesh.

"Martial Saint!"

Lian Feihong looked at Zhou with great surprise, wondering if he was truly protected by destiny.

When the previous lord and Duke Chongyang were alive, Zhou was only at the Grandmaster level. However, after he became the lord, Zhou accidentally broke the seal and was promoted to Half-Saint in one fell swoop.

With him around, I have nothing to fear from Zhou Daqian or Dongfang Daqian.

With this in mind, Lian Feihong became confident and calm, and continued to sit and watch the two fight in the arena.

Dongfang Daqian leaned against the throne, holding an iron ruler. His body seemed to be wearing a suit of fiery armor. The high temperature and intense light were compressed to the extreme, making it look like the blazing sun in the sky descending onto the Immortal's Terrace.

All bronze, iron, gold, and silver artifacts were melting, and even the master's physical body showed signs of melting.

Zhou You's body was enveloped in steaming mist, which was the appearance of his vital energy resisting the high temperature and evaporation. He wielded the Half-Saint Yin Blade, constantly tearing apart the scorching, molten lava-like airflow.

The blade was a blindingly bright red, and the fist intent contained within it emitted mournful cries. If this continued, the blade would surely be destroyed and the person would die.

Even if only a trace of the power of a Martial Saint is developed from the Flaming Iron Ruler, it is as deep as the sea, inspiring despair.

"The Chronicles of the Mortal World"

Zhou You silently circulated his profound inner energy. There's always a way out; the more dangerous the situation, the more likely a turning point will appear. The key lies in finding that crucial element that can reverse the tide. At this moment, Dongfang Daqian appears invincible, but in reality, he's just a child wielding a sharp blade, bluffing.

He immediately activated the fist intent of the Time Butterfly, preparing to anticipate the future and make a move, when suddenly he felt a blur before his eyes.

Zhou You's scalp split open, blood flowing before his eyes. The brief moment of disorientation nearly pushed him into an abyss of no return, because Dongfang Daqian seized the opportunity, and with a whirlwind-like predatory posture, the Flaming Iron Ruler firmly wrapped around Zhou You's body.

"..."

Just as Zhou You was in despair, the Great Thousand Seals within his body vibrated loudly, like a heart that had been sleeping for a long time awakening.

In an instant, his potential grew by a terrifying amplification of a thousand times, pushing his profound skills to a whole new level.

The reason why the Time Butterfly spell failed just now has become clear.

"I see!"

A familiar dark figure flashed before Zhou You's eyes; it was that of his 'former boss,' Zhou Mou. A fatal failure awaited him in the future, so there was no way to anticipate it.

The source of that failure was actually Zhou, whom he had ignored for a long time.

His impression of Zhou had always been that of a loyal lackey of Chongyang Gong, and that he was not particularly capable.

When Chongyang's mission failed, Zhou also disappeared without a trace. It was assumed he died in the chaos of battle, but...

"interesting!"

Thinking of this, Zhou You raised his sword and slashed around himself eight times, each slash as white as flower petals.

In an instant, it seemed as if a white lotus rose and bloomed beneath his feet, and those who witnessed it could even faintly smell its fresh fragrance.

The intent of the fist can be created from nothing; this level of skill is absolutely the limit of the highest level of martial arts.

The blade struck the fire dragon that was entangled with him, and sparks flew as if steel were colliding, but it was as futile as an ant trying to shake a tree.

"Stop struggling!"

Dongfang Daqian sneered, when suddenly a crack appeared in the fiery throne behind him, and a cold light pierced through.

It turns out that the eight slashes earlier were a cover, a prelude to this fatal blow that struck straight at the heart of the enemy, thus avoiding his attention.

Caught off guard, Dongfang Daqian was struck by the blade. Although he was seriously injured, he still held the upper hand.

The next moment, an iron ruler emerged from the fire dragon's forehead and began to chisel at Zhou You's forehead.

Zhou You raised the Half-Saint Yin Blade high, its blade stretching a thousand meters and slashing straight down at Dongfang Daqian's forehead.

The scene was shocking; the two of them had simultaneously abandoned their defenses and unleashed a devastating attack aimed at mutual destruction.

Upon seeing this, Lian Feihong almost jumped up; the opportunity he had been waiting for had finally arrived.

Even faster than him, Zhou disappeared without a trace, and could not be found anywhere on the Immortal's Terrace.

Just as the flaming iron ruler touched Zhou You's forehead, and the Half-Saint Yin Blade fell on Dongfang Daqian's shoulder...

Zhou burst through the spatial rift, like a flying fish leaping out of a waterfall, and with a single gesture, he pierced through both Dongfang Daqian and Zhou You.

His iron arm was like a skewer for piercing meat, cold, sharp, and mercilessly piercing through these two mortal enemies.

Zhou Daqian and Dongfang Daqian, both Daqian, were struck by him at the same time, their blood mingling and indistinguishable.

"This strike possesses the power of a Martial Saint."

Dongfang Daqian uttered these words and closed his eyes, resigning himself to the situation.

The entire audience was in an uproar. The person who suddenly launched the sneak attack, Zhou, was actually... a martial saint.

(End of this chapter)