The Martial God Body Unsealed, Wang Hao Finally Activates the Experience Card

Deep within the Red Moon Canyon.

The volcano crater exploded with a thunderous roar.

Crimson magma shot up into the sky, tearing through the blood-red clouds like fiery dragons. The earth shook violently, and the thousand-foot-tall red cliffs on both sides of the canyon continuously collapsed. Rolling boulders smashed down, crushing countless demonic cultivators and eerie puppets to death.

The disciples of the Red Moon Demonic Cult, who had originally been putting up a desperate resistance, suddenly all fell to their knees.

There was no fanaticism on their faces.

Only fear.

That kind of fear came from the marrow, from the divine soul, like mortals seeing the sky collapse, like ants seeing a god looking down.

Boom!

A second loud bang came.

The blood-colored palace rose from above the volcano crater.

That palace, which beat like a heart, had now cracked into countless crevices, from which black-purple mist spewed out. Wherever the mist passed, magma solidified, flesh rotted, and the eerie entities let out excited yet agonizing hisses.

Ninety-nine black iron chains hung down from the void.

Each chain was as thick as an ancient tree, its surface engraved with sealing runes left by the Heavenly Secret Pavilion.

But right now, those runes were extinguishing one by one.

Crack.

The first chain broke.

Crack, crack, crack!

The second, the third, the fourth...

The sound of breaking chains echoed between heaven and earth like a drumbeat of death.

The advance of the Great Zhou allied forces stopped.

Not because of a military order.

But because everyone was pressed so hard by that terrifying coercion that they found it difficult to breathe.

Many martial artists below the seventh tier fainted on the spot.

The chests of Astral Qi Realm powerhouses felt stifled, as if pressed by a mountain.

The ancestors of the Sky-Soaring Realm had solemn expressions, and they took to the sky one after another, blocking the front of the military formation.

Eight Demigods opened their eyes simultaneously.

The smile on the face of the Ren family ancestor disappeared.

The old master of the Li family in the southeast stopped chuckling.

The ancient sword behind the Heavenly Sword Pavilion Master was completely unsheathed.

The North Nether Blade Master tightened his grip on the hilt of his blade.

Wang Wudi narrowed his eyes.

"There's something to this."

Xiao Chen was supported by a military doctor to sit up. He had just swallowed a healing pill when he felt his divine soul tremble.

He looked up.

He saw a hundred-foot-tall mountain of flesh slowly rising from the volcano crater.

Four-colored divine runes of gold, cyan, white, and purple circulated on the surface of that flesh mountain. It should have been as holy as the remains of a god, but countless scarlet eyes grew between the flesh and blood. Every eye harbored resentment, hunger, and madness.

What was even more terrifying was that the upper half of the flesh mountain gradually opened up.

A humanoid shell grew out from it.

That face vaguely resembled Chi Wushang.

It was just that the current Chi Wushang no longer looked human.

His lower body had completely merged into the Martial God Body, transforming into countless giant tentacles. The surfaces of the tentacles were covered in barbs and mouths; densely packed pale bone spikes drilled out of his back, and a shriveled human head hung from the tip of each bone spike; only the upper half of his body still retained a human form, but his eyes had turned into two burning blood-red suns.

The Cult Master of the Red Moon Demonic Cult.

The host of the Martial God Body.

The giant of the Western Regions demonic path.

Right now, he was being devoured by his own trump card.

Chi Wushang roared at the sky.

"Wang Hao!"

The moment the voice sounded, heaven and earth seemed to be covered by a large bell.

Countless soldiers had their eardrums ruptured, and blood flowed from their ears.

"I want you dead!"

In that voice, there was Chi Wushang's resentment, the madness of the ancient remnant soul of the Martial God Body, and the wailing of tens of thousands of blood-sacrificed victims.

It was not a single voice.

It was a hell opening its mouth.

Xiao Chen's face turned pale.

"This is the Martial God Body?"

Ye Guyun's hand gripping his sword tightened slightly.

"It's much stronger than an eighth-tier eerie entity."

Wanyan Gu lay on the stretcher, struggling to raise his head.

"Is it still too late for me to apply to go scrub toilets now?"

Qin Hongye looked at him coldly.

"You can't even stand up, you can't scrub them."

Wanyan Gu said with grief and indignation, "Then doesn't that mean I don't even have a way out?"

New Emperor Sword squatted on the high platform, its originally excited eyes also becoming somewhat solemn.

"This thing... doesn't look very tasty."

Wei Zhongxian said in a low voice, "Master Sword is scared?"

New Emperor Sword immediately puffed out its chest.

"I am being cautious."

Wang Hao said, "You're just afraid of dying from overeating."

New Emperor Sword's defenses were instantly broken.

"Tyrant, can you not tell the truth every time?"

Wang Hao ignored it.

His gaze fell on the Martial God Body.

The light screen of the sign-in intelligence system surfaced before his eyes.

[Intelligence Update: The seal of the Martial God Body is completely broken.]

[Chi Wushang's consciousness is being devoured.]

[Martial God Body Pollution Level: Extremely High.]

[Danger Level: The Martial God Body has been polluted and is mutating into a true eerie entity.]

[Prompt: If allowed to devour all eerie entities and demonic cultivators in the canyon, it will briefly recover the combat power of the late stage of the Martial God Realm.]

[Prompt: The Martial God Body fears the unknown variable within the host's body.]

Unknown variable?

Wang Hao smiled.

He naturally knew what it was.

Along his journey, the sign-in system, New Emperor Sword, the Thunder Abyss Demon Suppressing Pagoda, and the Martial God Realm Experience Card—none of these should have appeared in the heavenly secret deductions.

Xie Wujiu had calculated all the chess moves in the world.

But he didn't know that there was someone outside the chessboard flipping the table.

Above the volcano crater, Chi Wushang's consciousness was still struggling.

His face was sometimes ferocious, sometimes pained.

"I... am the master..."

"Martial God Body... you dare devour me..."

An ancient voice came from deep within his chest cavity.

"Master?"

"You are just a door."

"A lock."

"A vessel."

"The skin I use to return."

Tears of blood rolled down from Chi Wushang's eyes.

"I am the Cult Master of the Red Moon Demonic Cult!"

"I want to dominate the Western Regions!"

"I am not... not your skin!"

But in the next moment, half of his face began to melt, the flesh squirming, completely swallowed by the Martial God Body.

His last human eye looked at Wang Hao in the distance.

There was hatred in that eye.

Unwillingness.

And a trace of extremely deep fear.

He suddenly understood.

From the moment he fused with the Martial God Body, he was no longer the master of the Red Moon Demonic Cult.

He was just a person seduced by power, walking step by step into a coffin.

The trump card enshrined by the demonic cult for two thousand years was not a divine weapon.

It was a tomb.

"Wang... Hao..."

Chi Wushang's last consciousness let out a hoarse sound.

"You... will also be swallowed by power..."

Wang Hao looked at him calmly.

"I will not."

"Because I have never believed that I can control things I don't understand."

New Emperor Sword was stunned for a moment.

"Then why do you still keep me?"

Wang Hao said, "You're rather stupid, easy to control."

New Emperor Sword: "..."

It really wanted to retort, but retorting in this situation didn't seem solemn enough.

Chi Wushang's last face completely disappeared.

The Martial God Body completed its fusion.

The hundred-foot-tall flesh mountain rose from the ground, its tentacles covering the sky, its bone spikes menacing. The two blood-red pupils looked down upon the entire battlefield, killing intent spreading out like an ocean.

"Wang Hao!"

This time, the one speaking was no longer Chi Wushang.

But the Martial God Body itself.

"Variable!"

"You shouldn't exist!"

"You have an aura on you that shouldn't exist!"

"Kill you!"

"Eat you!"

A terrifying coercion swept in all directions.

The ancestors of the Sky-Soaring Realm all took a half-step back in unison.

In the Great Zhou military formation, the soldiers' faces were pale, but they did not rout.

Because Wang Hao was still standing on the high platform.

That black-robed emperor was like an iron pillar nailed between heaven and earth.

As long as he didn't fall, the morale of the Great Zhou army wouldn't scatter.

Wang Hao rolled his neck.

"The main course is finally here."

He raised his hand, and a golden card appeared in his palm.

On the card, divine runes circulated, exuding an aura that transcended the mundane.

[Martial God Realm One-Day Experience Card]

Wang Hao had always kept it.

It wasn't used in the Black Water Demon Cave.

It wasn't used for the Righteous Path Alliance.

Master Iron Sword was even less worthy of having it used on him.

Now that the Crimson Moon Demonic Cult had revealed the Martial God's Corpse, they barely qualified for him to use his trump card.

Wei Zhongxian stood behind him, his breathing slightly hurried.

He didn't know what it was.

But he knew the Emperor was about to get serious.

New Emperor Sword's eyes widened.

"Tyrant, you still have a trump card?"

Wang Hao said indifferently, "When have I ever lacked a trump card?"

New Emperor Sword fell silent for a moment.

"People like you are prone to getting beaten up when walking outside."

Wang Hao replied, "Those who try to beat me usually die rather quickly."

After speaking, he chanted silently in his heart.

"Use."

The next instant, the system notification chimed.

Ding! Martial God Realm One-Day Trial Card successfully activated!

Countdown: 23:59:59.

Host's current realm: Peak Martial God.

In this state, the suppression of the laws of heaven and earth is ignored.

Power of the Divine-level martial art Heaven-Imprisoning Earth-Shattering Palm increased by 500 percent.

Boom—

There were no explosive thunderclaps.

The world did not lose its color.

There was no exaggerated divine light blinding the eyes.

Wang Hao merely ascended slowly into the sky.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

It was as if there were invisible heavenly stairs beneath his feet.

His pure black dragon robe fluttered wildly, and his jet-black hair scattered in the wind. His body did not expand, nor did his aura turn berserk; he was even calmer than before.

Yet, it was exactly this calmness that caused the expressions of all the Demigod experts to change drastically at the same time.

Because they felt an incomprehensible suppression.

It was not just being a fraction higher in cultivation.

It was not just having slightly stronger vitality.

It was a condescension from a higher level of life.

Like a mountain looking down at the dust.

Like the starry sky looking down at a firefly.

Wang Wudi's pupils shrank rapidly.

"Martial God?"

The Ren Family Patriarch's dragon-head walking stick trembled.

"Not an ordinary Martial God..."

The Heavenly Sword Pavilion Master's grip on his sword tightened slightly.

"Peak."

As that word fell, the eight Demigods in the clouds all fell silent.

Peak Martial God.

These words were too heavy.

Heavy enough to crush the entire power structure of the Eastern Wasteland.

Xiao Chen sat on the stretcher, completely dumbfounded.

"Isn't he... isn't he at the peak of the Astral Qi Realm?"

Ye Guyun also had a rare moment of daze.

"At least he was before."

Wanyan Gu struggled to raise his hand and clutched his chest.

"I suddenly feel that getting beaten up like this by an eighth-tier anomaly is a bit unjust."

Qin Hongye muttered, "He's been hiding it all along?"

New Emperor Sword opened his mouth wide, dropping his leg of lamb to the ground.

"Tyrant, did you use a cheat?"

Wang Hao looked down at him.

"Where is the evidence?"

New Emperor Sword fell silent.

There was no evidence.

But it looked too much like it.

In the distance, the Martial God Corpse had originally been roaring.

But when Wang Hao ascended to the sky, it suddenly stiffened.

The killing intent in its two blood-red eyes instantly solidified, subsequently replaced by fear.

That fear was deeper than before.

Because it felt it.

This human before it was not at the early-stage Martial God Realm.

Not at the mid-stage Martial God Realm.

Nor was he at the late-stage Martial God Realm in the conventional sense.

He was a Peak Martial God.

That was the realm that truly stood at the absolute pinnacle of the mortal world in the ancient era.

That was the realm it had once touched when it was alive, only to ultimately perish under the anomalous corruption.

"No..."

"Impossible..."

The Martial God Corpse let out a scream that was a mixture of Chi Wushang and the ancient remnant soul.

"This is different from what the Heavenly Secret Pavilion calculated!"

"How could you be a Martial God!"

"How could you be a Peak Martial God!"

Wang Hao stood in the firmament, looking down at the hundred-zhang mountain of flesh.

His gaze did not look like he was viewing a formidable enemy.

It looked like he was viewing a mud castle built by a kindergarten child.

"Is this it?"

His voice was not loud.

Yet it echoed throughout the entire Crimson Moon Canyon.

"Is this the Martial God Corpse the Crimson Moon Demonic Cult has been bragging about for two thousand years?"

"It looks very weak."

The battlefield was dead silent.

Everyone felt their scalps tingle from these words.

Weak?

That was the Martial God Corpse that suppressed even Skysoaring Realm experts to the point of suffocation.

Yet, coming out of Wang Hao's mouth at this moment, surprisingly no one felt it was absurd.

Because standing there, he was like the true heaven itself.

The Martial God Corpse roared in anger.

"Wang Hao!"

"Xie Wujiu calculated it, you are only at the Astral Qi Realm!"

"You shouldn't have this kind of power!"

Wang Hao smiled.

He smiled radiantly.

And he smiled in a way that asked for a beating.

"Xie Wujiu calculates everything in the world."

"But he calculated one thing wrong."

His eyes transformed into two golden suns, and deep within his pupils, galaxies were born and destroyed, and the sun and moon collapsed.

"I."

"Am not within the heavenly secrets, nor am I governed by the heavenly dao."