An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

“A bunch of weaklings like you dare challenge the wrath of god?” Zeus sneered. “Then, die where you stand.”

He raised his hand and conjured a sphere of lightning, then hurled it into the sky. Thunder cracked as bolts of blue lightning rained down on the monks below.

“Leave them alone!” came a shout, the voice crisp and clear.

At that instant, a golden octagram array appeared above the monks’ heads like a giant mirror. It blocked all the blue lightning bolts, then shattered with a deep, echoing crack.

Grace had conjured the array. Though she blocked the strike to protect the monks, the effort had drained her energy.

“Oh? I didn’t expect to find a master among you.” Zeus raised an eyebrow, visibly surprised.

Even though that was just a casual strike, it wasn’t something a typical grandmaster martial artist could’ve blocked, especially not someone so young.

“Greetings, Lord Zeus, Lady Hera. I am the Princess of Ariella. What could’ve provoked such wrath? Surely, we can talk this through.”

Grace stepped out from the ancient temple gate. Her white dress remained spotless despite the chaos around her.

“Princess of Ariella?” Zeus narrowed his eyes slightly. “That Golden Steeple earlier was your divine artifact?”

“That’s right. It’s bound to my life force,” she replied, not bothering to deny it.

got some skill. I didn’t expect it to hold

voice didn’t reach his eyes. Beneath it lurked a

master from Dragonmarsh, or an ultimate grandmaster. Never did he expect the one who made two royal gods suffer a

start

now here came another monster. If someone like Grace were allowed

you. Not only has my cultivation been severely weakened, but I will never be able to break through again. So

smart one,” Hera said with a faint

Dragonmarsh, she might have taken her under her wing and trained her personally. There were far too few female martial artists

what if you’re telling the truth?” Zeus sneered. “Do you think you have the right to negotiate with

isn’t a negotiation. It’s a deal,” Grace

both of you have hit a wall in your cultivation. You haven’t broken through in decades. But I happen to know a technique

Even

to break through, but nothing had worked. Eventually, they’d resigned themselves to the idea that they might

he desperately needed a breakthrough to extend it. It was the kind of opportunity he couldn’t

her word. They’d run into situations like this more times than they could

gave Grace a sharp once-over. “You don’t actually think we’d follow your lead just because you tossed

not reckless enough to make a deal without some certainty. That’d be like signing my

said, stroking his