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.

a low chuckle. “You’ve got some skill. I didn’t

the amusement in his voice didn’t reach his eyes. Beneath it lurked

supreme master from Dragonmarsh, or an ultimate grandmaster. Never did he expect the one who made two

did Dragonmarsh start

And now here came

of you. Not only has my cultivation been severely weakened, but

smart one,” Hera said with a

her eyes. If Grace hadn’t been a princess of Dragonmarsh, she might have taken her under her wing and trained her personally. There were far too few female martial artists with both her talent and

Zeus sneered. “Do you think you have the right to

a negotiation. It’s a

broken through in decades. But I happen

and Hera froze. Even the

greatest frustration. They’d tried countless ways to break through, but nothing had worked. Eventually, they’d resigned themselves to the idea that

a spark of hope, especially for Zeus. With his short lifespan, he desperately needed a breakthrough to extend it.

like this more times than they could count. Every time they thought they’d found a way to break through, it always ended

narrowed his eyes and gave Grace a sharp once-over. “You don’t actually think we’d follow your lead just

faintly. ” I’m not

have a point,” Zeus said,