“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 Marga...