“A bunch of ants dare challenge the might of a god? Then all of you can just die!” Zeus sneered coldly.
He raised his hand and gathered a sphere of
lightning, then flung it into the air.
The lightning orb crackled violently, releasing
several bolts of blue lightning that rained down upon the surrounding warrior
monks.
“Stop!”
A soft but firm voice rang out.
Immediately after, a golden Eight Trigrams
symbol suddenly appeared above the heads of the warrior monks.
The Eight Trigrams symbol resembled a giant
mirror, blocking all the blue lightning bolts.
Then with a loud “crack,” it shattered on the
spot.
The one who intervened was Margaret.
Although she had protected the monks from a
powerful attack, her aura weakened even more.
“Oh? Another expert?” Zeus raised an eyebrow,
slightly surprised.
Though his earlier strike was casual, it was
far beyond what ordinary Grandmasters could withstand --- especially someone so
young.
“Lord Zeus, Lady Hera, I am Princess Margaret
of the Dragonmarsh. May I ask what has caused you both to go to such extremes?
Can we not sit down and talk?”
Margaret stepped alone out of the temple doors.
She wore clean, elegant white clothes,
untouched by dust.
“Princess Margaret?”
Zeus narrowed his eyes. “So, that golden pagoda
just now was your divine artifact?”
“Yes, it was my life-bound item,” Margaret
answered calmly.
“Heh… I must admit, you’ve got some skill. To
have held us off for so long,” Zeus said, his eyes flashing with murderous
intent.
He had thought the person who summoned that
golden pagoda must’ve been a top-tier expert of the Dragonmarsh, perhaps even
an Ultimate Grandmaster.
Never in his wildest dreams did he expect it to
be a young girl.
When did the Dragonmarsh start producing so
many prodigies?
Logan Rhys was already enough of a headache ---
someone who could defeat Poseidon and possessed limitless potential.
And now, yet another monstrous talent appears.
As if reading his thoughts, Margaret said,
“Lord Zeus, my life-bound artifact has already been destroyed by the two of
you. Not only has my cultivation dropped drastically, but I will never again be
able to make a breakthrough. You no longer have anything to fear from me.”
“A clever girl,” Hera said with a chuckle, her
eyes showing a trace of intrigue.
If she weren’t a princess of the Dragonmarsh,
Hera might’ve considered taking her in as a disciple and nurturing her.
Talented and quick-witted female martial
artists like this were truly rare.
“Even if what you say is true, so what? Do you
really think you’re in any position to negotiate with us?” Zeus said with
disdain.
“It’s not a negotiation --- it’s a
transaction,” Margaret said calmly. “I know that both of you have hit a
bottleneck in your cultivation, and haven’t been able to break through for
decades. I happen to know a method --- one that allows you to capture the
essence of the Heavenly Dao and step beyond your current limits.”
Upon hearing this, both of them were stunned,
their eyes shifting as they looked at Margaret with new interest.
Stalled cultivation was their greatest source
of frustration.
They had tried countless methods, all to no
avail.
They had come to believe they’d never break
through in this lifetime.
Yet Margaret’s words rekindled a flicker of
hope.
Especially for Zeus --- his remaining lifespan
was short, and he desperately needed a breakthrough to extend his life.
Such an opportunity could not be missed.
Still, they wouldn’t blindly believe an
outsider.
They had encountered many false hopes in the
past.
Every time they thought they found a method, it
turned out to be nothing.
“Girl, why should we believe you?” Zeus
narrowed his eyes, scanning her from top to bottom. “Do you really think a few
slick words will make us trust you?”
“I wouldn’t dare deceive people of your
stature,” Margaret smiled faintly. “If I wasn’t confident, I wouldn’t have made
this offer --- otherwise, it would be no different than seeking death.”
“That… actually makes some sense,” Zeus stroked
his chin. “Alright, let’s hear it --- what do you want?”
“My condition is that both of you leave the
Dragonmarsh immediately. Three days later, I will personally deliver the
breakthrough method into your hands,” Margaret said.
“Leave the Dragonmarsh?” Zeus sneered. “So this
is really about saving Logan Rhys? You’re trying to trick us into leaving under
that pretense?”
“Yes, I am doing this for Logan Rhys,” Margaret
admitted. “But it’s not a trick --- it’s a genuine transaction.”
“You’re honest, I’ll give you that. But it’s a
pity --- I still don’t believe you,” Zeus shook his head.
“I’ve stated the terms. The choice is yours,”
Margaret remained calm and composed.
“I’ve got a better idea --- want to hear it?”
Zeus suddenly grinned.
“Oh? Do tell,” Margaret replied.
“Heh… We kill Logan Rhys first, then capture
you. After that, we’ll use every method of torture we have to force the secret
out of you. What do you think of that plan?” Zeus said with a wicked smile.
After all, the Hall of the Gods had its own
specialized torture division.
Once they got her in, even the toughest person
would talk in three days. - Ton
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