Divine Descendants

Zhao Hao crashed into the mural for the fifth time.

The entire Zhao Palace had collapsed, yet the mural stood firm.

"Worthy of being Zhao Sheng's son. Whether it was Martial Will, true energy, physique, techniques, mental focus, or anything else, he was perfection itself. Martial Saint Realm—indeed, a Martial Saint Realm."

As Zhou Leng spoke, a trace of cold mockery appeared in his gaze toward Zhao Hao.

Behind him, an immense painting-like manifestation of fist intent suddenly emerged.

The air condensed into a gigantic red gate tower.

Upon the tower, a group of elderly men stood before microphones.

Though the old man at the center had a blurred face, Zhao Hao recognized him at a glance.

His father was watching him.

"You're only a Grandmaster. How could you comprehend The New Heaven Stands Eternal?!" Zhao Hao's tone abruptly turned vicious.

"Of course, because I am Dong Jun's Six Volumes, and we are Zhao Sheng's direct disciples."

As Zhao Sheng's son, Zhao Hao understood better than anyone what the seventeenth move, The New Heaven Stands Eternal, signified.

Zhao Dongjun had comprehended this move when he stood atop the gate tower and reviewed troops for the first time.

When Zhao Sheng taught him the fist art, he had said that as long as someone cultivated the fist intent of The New Heaven Stands Eternal, that person's spirit and will would forever stand undefeated.

Zhao Hao suddenly laughed.

"Are you trying to reform me with the East Wind Fist, or intimidate me? Then—"

After speaking, Zhao Hao's aura surged. Layers upon layers of near-tangible true-energy armor adhered to the surface of his body.

For the first time, he took the initiative to step forward. In the blink of an eye, he arrived before Zhou Leng.

The moment he struck, it was the