Permanent Martial Arts

693 Eighth Divine King!

“Huh? They’re already here?”

The expressions of Divine King Occult, Divine King Inferno, and Divine King Tempest changed drastically. Wasn’t the three-day deadline agreed upon? How much time had passed now? It had only been two days at most.

“Let’s go and welcome the three Divine Kings.”

Divine King Bemond’s tone was calm. At this point, he could only remain calm. Moreover, he had already sent a message to Lin Feng in secret. As long as Lin Feng received the message, he would definitely come.

Divine King Bemond and the others took a step forward and disappeared from the hall of the Divine Palace. When they reappeared, they had already appeared in the silent, cold, and pitch-black cosmos.

“Welcome, Divine Kings. Excuse Bemond for not coming out to welcome you in advance!” Bemond shouted at the three figures emitting powerful auras in the distance.

Rumble.

The three figures sped up again. Even without using their combat bodies, they seemed capable of shaking the cosmos.

The three figures stopped. Led by the white-robed Divine King, the other two Divine Kings sized up the four Divine Kings. Finally, they smiled and said, “Divine King Bemond, you’ve only gathered these few Divine Kings after so long?”

“Hmm?”

Divine King Bemond stared intently at the three Divine Kings in front of him. They did not know any of the three Divine Kings, but even by conjecture, they were Divine Kings under the Divine Venerable of Massacre. Otherwise, why would they be so aggressive?

“Haha, Divine King Bemond, there’s no need to be so surprised. Before we came, we encountered three Grand Emperors. They seem to be disciples of your Divine Palace of Bemond. Unfortunately, they were a little unlucky to have encountered us.”

Divine King Bemond’s expression darkened. Those were three dignified Grand Emperors, core disciples of the Divine Palace of Bemond. But now, they had been killed just because they ran into these three Divine Kings.

“Are the three of you Divine Kings under the Divine Venerable of Massacre?” Divine King Bemond asked in a low voice.

“That’s right. This is His Majesty Divine King Sword Rain. I’m Divine King Vajra, and this is the Pagoda-Bearing Divine King. You’re really lucky. Your few minor galaxies actually alerted His Majesty Divine King Sword Rain, the eighth Divine King under the Divine Venerable, to come personally.”

“The Eighth Divine King?”

Divine King Bemond and the others looked at each other, their eyes vaguely filled with shock and solemnity. Ever since they learned that the Divine Venerable of Massacre wanted them to submit, they had naturally collected some information about the Massacre Domain.

Among it, Divine King Bemond and the others had some knowledge of the information regarding the Divine Kings under the Divine Venerable of Massacre.

This was especially the case for the top ten Divine Kings under the Divine Venerable of Massacre. All of them were peak Divine Kings, and were the direct subordinates of the Divine Venerable of Massacre. They specialized in dealing with matters regarding some galaxies and Divine Kings.

Although Divine King Bemond had expected that a peak Divine King might come, in reality, they were also hoping they’d get lucky. They had hoped that no peak Divine King would come. After all, the top ten Divine Kings under the Divine Venerable of Massacre usually would not be mobilized lightly.

Unexpectedly, a peak-level Divine King had come in the end, and it was the eighth-ranking Divine King Sword Rain.

“Greetings, Divine King Sword Rain!”

Although Divine King Bemond and the others were surprised, they had to remain calm at this moment.

“You may have misunderstood, Divine King Sword Rain. Didn’t His Majesty the Divine Venerable give us a deadline? There’s still one day before the deadline. Why is the Eighth Divine King here in advance?”

Divine King Bemond’s expression was very solemn. Divine King Sword Rain’s early arrival had disrupted their plan, putting them somewhat on the spot.

“Oh, the deadline isn’t up yet? I’m really sorry for disrupting Divine King Bemond’s plan. Why don’t we wait for another day, and proceed step by step according to Divine King Bemond’s plan?”

Divine King Sword Rain’s tone was very calm, but the mockery on his face was obvious.

Divine King Bemond’s face was ashen, but he could not say anything.

“How dare you! Do we have to inform you when His Majesty Divine King Sword Rain will arrive? Forget about three days, forget about two days. His Majesty Divine King Sword Rain is here now. Give your answer. Submit or die!”

The Pagoda-Bearing Divine King berated sternly.

For a moment, the expressions of Divine King Bemond, Divine King Occult, and the other two Divine Kings were very dark. The atmosphere grew tense.

“Divine King Bemond, when will the Supreme Grand Emperor arrive?”

“I’ve already informed Lin Feng. He should be able to rush over soon.”

“Then what should we do now?”

The four Divine Kings were now following the lead of Divine King Bemond.

Divine King Bemond closed his eyes, then opened them suddenly.

“Your Majesty, please inform the Divine Venerable that our four galaxies do not wish to be incorporated into the Massacre Domain. Do forgive us!”

Divine King Bemond’s words echoed on in the cosmos, and his tone was resolute.

“How dare you!”

“What insolence!”

Divine King Vajra and the Pagoda-Bearing Divine King were both shocked and furious. They did not expect Divine King Bemond to really dare to refuse. It had to be known that in the past ten thousand years, the Divine Venerable of Massacre’s faction had expanded continuously, and had already annexed countless galaxies.

In the beginning, there were still some Divine Kings who dared to resist. However, later on, as the Divine Venerable of Massacre crushed them with expedient force, few Divine Kings dared to refuse anymore.

How could Divine King Bemond and the other three mere Divine Kings dare to refuse?

“So, do the three of you Divine Kings reject the Divine Venerable’s good intentions, just like Divine King Bemond?”

Divine King Sword Rain’s tone was calm as he looked at Divine King Occult and the other two Divine Kings.

“Divine King Bemond’s decision is our decision!” Divine King Occult also said firmly.

“Very well. In that case, die!”

Without any warning, killing intent burst forth on Divine King Sword Rain’s entire body. A sharp blade soared into the sky majestically. It was if the entire cosmos was filled with this terrifying sword intent.

…

In the silent cosmos, the surroundings were empty, save for the huge combat body stretching across the cosmos.

From 10,000 light-years, 12,000 light-years, 14,000 light-years, 16,000 light-years…

Lin Feng’s combat body expanded continuously, and his cells divided continuously. The essence blood of the Divine Emperor’s heart he had devoured seemed to be constantly emitting violent energy, supporting the increment of Lin Feng’s combat body.

When Lin Feng’s combat body increased to 10,000 light-years, he realized that every light-year of improvement for his combat body seemed to be many times harder than before. Hence, the improvement of his combat body became relatively slow after 10,000 light-years.

Although the increment of his combat body was slow, Lin Feng’s combat body was improving steadily, and his foundation was becoming more and more solid. Lin Feng could sense that every cell in his combat body was filled with massive energy, and a powerful feeling lingered throughout his combat body.

This was true power! A power that truly belonged to Lin Feng himself! It did not rely on any Principle, any Origin Weapon, or any external object. It was power that belonged entirely to Lin Feng.

No one would believe that a Grand Emperor’s combat body could actually reach more than 10,000 light-years. It was simply incredible. Ordinary top-notch Grand Emperors only had combat bodies of only over 10 light-years, and the stronger ones could reach at most 100 light-years.

As for top-notch Grand Emperors with 1,000-light-year combat bodies, they could be counted on one hand. Only one might only be born in tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years.

As for a Grand Emperor whose combat body had reached tens of thousands of light-years, that was unprecedented!

Lin Feng was now embarking on a path that no one had ever taken before. He did not know what level the consummate combat body of an ultimate planetary lifeform could reach.

At least until now, his combat body had already approached 20,000 light-years, but he still did not sense consummation.

From 18,000 light-years, 20,000 light-years, 22,000 light-years…

Lin Feng’s combat body seemed to be boiling. The energy transformed from the essence blood in the Divine Emperor’s heart caused monstrous waves that surged through Lin Feng’s combat body again and again.

Lin Feng knew that it would still take some time to completely absorb the essence blood of these Divine Emperor’s hearts.

“Huh, the Eighth Divine King came in advance?”

Lin Feng opened his eyes abruptly.