Chapter 155: Armor of the Demon Lord

This was a supreme divine art. Originally, he could not cultivate it himself and did not know any divine arts at all. However, the ancient ruler in his hand was a Heavenly Lord's artifact that still possessed an artifact spirit. It was not merely a powerful weapon; it also carried the brand of the ancient ruler's former master. At this moment, it was simply the ancient ruler that wielded it through Zhou Tian's hands.

Looking at the brilliant river of righteous energy in the void, Zhou Tian recognized it immediately as an amplified version of the divine art Zheng Yusheng had unleashed the other day. The master of this ancient ruler was, nine times out of ten, the very creator of that divine art.

This filled him with a trace of lingering emotion. Just days ago, he had forcefully suppressed Zheng Yusheng, yet now he was fighting side by side with a weapon belonging to what could be considered Zheng Yusheng's ancestral lineage. Truly, the ways of the world were unpredictable.

The expression of the King of Gods grew gloomy. Like Zhou Tian, he was unsure how long the opponent's current strength could last. Therefore, he had just tried to provoke Zhou Tian with words, hoping to end the battle as quickly as possible. Otherwise, had that foreign energy truly been so negligible, he would have directly crushed him long ago.

Yet now, with Zhou Tian gripping the ancient ruler, his battle prowess had skyrocketed. Defeating him within a limited timeframe would be even more difficult.

"Darkness Reincarnation!"

The God King roared, his eyes turning crimson-black, his hair piercing into the void, and his entire body enveloped in crimson-red flames like a demon king from the abyss.

Following that, the boundless void shattered, forming one terrifying black fissure after another, leading to unknown destinations. Clang! Clang! Orbs of dark light leaped forth from the fissures, converging near the God King.

Then, attaching themselves to him, they formed a set of aged black armor carved with profound and esoteric patterns. Even though it was tattered and had drifted in this void for who knows how many years, it still retained a formidable might!

It bore bloodstains and holes, looking immensely ancient. At the call of the God King, the black armor began to blaze with a hunting radiance, subsequently erupting with towering black mist.

In an instant, the entire void was covered by dark clouds—that was the thick, un-dissolvable power of the primordial darkness.

Within the darkness, his body was barely visible, reduced to a withered, slender silhouette. Yet his eyes grew increasingly blazing, like two crimson suns burning within the dark, dazzling and terrifying.

The next instant, he strode forward, piercing through the void with boundless pressure as he stepped toward Zhou Tian!

In an instant, the void boiled, and waves of primordial darkness surged and rolled toward the high heavens.

Swirled by clusters of dark light, the aura of the King of Gods turned utterly terrifying, entirely devoid of any sense of holiness.

"The Demon Lord's armor! How is this possible? Why is he able to summon it?!"

Yan Mo's expression changed drastically. Too many things had exceeded their expectations today. The armor currently worn by the King of Gods was none other than the Demon Lord's armor. Occupying high positions within their respective factions, they naturally knew of matters concerning the Demon Realm, and more crucially, this armor was also a Heavenly Lord's artifact.

"There are still many things hidden in this place!"

Zhou Changsheng's expression was grim. Although the Land Abandoned by Gods had remained under their control ever since the Ancient War, it now appeared that this place—which could once only be considered a remote corner of the God Realm—was not as simple as it seemed.

Clad in the black armor and shrouded by the power of darkness, with only the golden ancient spear in his hand emitting a brilliant golden radiance, the King of Gods descended from the heavens in a gigantic dharma body, intending to stamp Zhou Tian to death directly!

"Are you... transforming?"

Zhou Tian was immensely astonished. The brilliant river of righteous energy rolled backward, churning up ten thousand waves, while illusory figures leaped from the river to launch an assault on the God King.

The God King's expression was stern, a hint of madness faintly flickering in his eyes. Through a certain special method, he had summoned the former Demon Lord's armor to bolster his battle prowess, but he himself had inevitably suffered its backlash.

Turning a deafening ear to Zhou Tian's question, he swung the golden ancient spear, cleaving apart the towering river of righteous energy with an irresistible momentum as he charged toward Zhou Tian.

Clang!

Zhou Tian struck horizontally with the ancient ruler, and when the golden ancient spear stabbed against the ruler's body, it produced the sound of clashing metal and stone. The mere aftermath of the sound made the surrounding void tremble violently.

Failing to hit his target with the first blow, the God King switched from a thrust to a slash. It looked as simple as ordinary mortals exchanging blows in a martial arts duel, yet it contained his own Dao and laws, every single movement refined to the absolute ultimate.

The void exploded, and spatial storms raged outward, yet they failed to stir even a single strand of hair on either of their bodies.

Zhou Tian used the ruler as a sword. The original master of the ancient ruler had been an ancient mighty figure of the Confucian Academy within the Great Luo Academy. Although the sword techniques of the Confucian Academy were not supreme, they were far from weak. At this moment, using the ruler as a sword, he carved out a single sword-light—or perhaps a thousand—weaving them into a dense net.

The armor on the King of Gods grew even deeper and darker, seeming to absorb the light in the vicinity, while the golden ancient spear gleamed with brilliance, shattering all the incoming sword-lights.

Bang!

With a sweep of the ancient spear against the ancient ruler, Zhou Tian was sent flying directly. The strength of the King of Gods had been enhanced once again; though it had not reached the realm of a Heavenly Lord, it was significantly stronger than before.

Zhou Tian coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes flickering uncertainly. He had less than ten seconds remaining. Both combatants were existences at the half-step Heavenly Lord level; divine arts and battles were decided in a split second. Although they had exchanged numerous blows, in reality, a mere twenty-odd seconds had passed.

Chaos raged, the void surged, the spear-light transformed into eternity, and laws intertwined into an inescapable net. The area was filled with swirling light and mist—splendid, yet terrifyingly lethal.

"Puff!"

The golden ancient spear pierced clean through Zhou Tian's shoulder, flashing with a chilling, gloomy gleam.

Simultaneously, the ancient ruler in Zhou Tian's hand struck the side of the God King's ribs. With a crisp sound like a clap of chaotic thunder, the body of the King of Gods flickered and wavered—that was Zhou Tian's energy running amok inside his body.

Both men had truly struck a furious fire, or perhaps both knew their time was running out, wishing to wipe out the opponent within the limited time—or at the very least, reduce the other to a state where they lost all combat capability!

"So many years have passed, and the so-called God Realm has long since fallen apart. Why must you still obsess over reshaping the God Realm?!"

Zhou Tian was attempting to disrupt the state of mind of the King of Gods, raising his right hand—entwined with a thunder dragon—to strike sideways at the ancient spear swung by the God King.

"Die!"

Unwilling to waste words, the God King harbored a chilling murderous intent in his crimson-black eyes, while the black armor on his body continuously infused him with boundless power. He only desired to personally grind this lingering hazard of his own making into dust.

Crack!

With a crisp sound of fracturing bone, Zhou Tian's arm bone was shattered by the blow, yet the lightning coiled around his hand also blasted into the God King's body via the ancient spear. Meanwhile, the ancient ruler in his left hand erupted with brilliant white light, blessed by all the sages; though gripped by the God King, it still caused the latter's form to blur and waver by a fraction.

The two were essentially trading injuries for injuries. Relying on his cheat-like assistance, Zhou Tian had no fear whatsoever, while the King of Gods was an entity who had already died once and naturally cast all caution to the wind.

Everyone watched the two giant deities battling in the void, their hearts leaping into their throats. Tian Ling's slender hands were clenched into tight fists, her lower lip bitten hard, and a layer of mist already welling up in her eyes.