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An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys) Chapter 2671 to 2680,

Chapter 2671


Zeus' bloodlust was rising fast. He realized he'd been played for a fool. His obsession with the breakthrough technique was the only reason he hadn't made his move earlier.

Now it hit him that Grace's promises were all lies. The supposed breakthrough was just an excuse to buy time. The more he thought about it, the deeper his anger grew, and with it cthe deadly urge to strike.

"Yes. I was trying to extend Logan's life... But the breakthrough method is real," Grace said calmly.

She continued, "You should've noticed by now that I'm a disciple of Regal Observatory. Across Dragonmarsh, only two people have reached beyond the ultimate grandmaster level.

"The first is Arion, Ancient Sage of Sacred Wrym Summit, and the second is Ezekiel, chief overseer of Regal Observatory. As royal gods of the Hall of Gods, I'm sure you've heard this before.

"If Ezekiel managed to break through past the ultimate grandmaster, then of course, he had a special technique. And since I'm his disciple, I happen to know about it. So no, I'm not lying to you." At her words, Zeus' expression finally softened. The crackling lightning at his fingertips slowly faded.

As Grace had said, there were only two people in Dragonmarsh he truly feared. One was Arion from the Sacred Wrym Summit, and the other was Ezekiel, chief overseer of Regal Observatory.

If anyone else had made that claim, he wouldn't have believed it. But Grace was a disciple of the Regal Observatory and a princess of Dragonmarsh. She knew Ezekiel's breakthrough technique, so her words had weight.

"Talk is cheap," Hera said coolly. "Until we see the breakthrough technique, we won't believe a thing you say." She added, "If you want us to spare your life, your best bet is to hand over that technique. Otherwise, you won't leave here alive." "Exactly!" Zeus echoed. "Hand over the technique first, or you're dead." Grace was running circles around him, and he didn't like it one bit. He needed to take back control.

"If I hand over the breakthrough technique, can I trust you to uphold your end of the deal?" Grace asked.

She knew there was no talking her way out of this. Unless she gave them what they wanted, they'd never back off.

"I swear," Hera said solemnly. "If you hand over the breakthrough technique, we'll spare your lives today. If we break that promise, may we burn in hell." Grace looked at Zeus. "What about you?" "I'm with her," he replied without hesitation.

He didn't believe in any of that eternal damnation crap anyway.

"Okay. You two wait here. I'll go write it down," Grace said.

She nodded and stepped inside the ancient temple. Every second she bought gave her an edge the longer she stalled, the more the odds tilted in her favor.

"Hera, do you think she's setting us up?" Zeus suddenly asked.

"Setting us up?" Hera scoffed. "You really underestimate yourself. What could a nobody like her possibly do to outsmart us? "That's what I keep telling myself, but something just doesn't sit right," he said, narrowing his eyes.

With his strength, crushing Grace would be easy. But when it cto brains, it was a different story. From his observation, there was no denying she was incredibly smart.

"I'll admit, she's smart and has guts. But we hold the upper hand now. We're the ones calling the shots." Hera smirked." Even if she's lying, so what? We might waste stime, but she won't live to see another day." No matter how smart Grace was, she was still just a small fry. Hera knew Grace couldn't hurt her, so she wasn't intimidated.

Besides, she had already seen through every trick Grace had up her sleeve. When it cto wit and strategy, Hera was far ahead.

"Okay, then. Let's wait and see what she's really up to." Zeus nodded and said nothing more.

He found a spot to sit and slowly recover his strength. Though he was strong, his internal energy was nearly drained after a whole night of relentless attacks. This was a perfect chance to rest. Tpassed slowly as Zeus and Hera sat at the temple gate, waiting in silence.

Before they knew it, the sun climbed high into the sky. But Grace, who had entered the ancient temple, still hadn't cout. The delay made them restless. Grace was just writing down a breakthrough technique. How could that possibly take half a day? "Hera, do you think she's stalling?" Zeus frowned.

Hera didn't answer. Instead, she stood and projected her voice toward the temple.

"Wasting twon't get you anywhere, princess. Hand over the technique now for everyone's sake. If you try to play tricks, don't blme for forcing my way in." "Almost done. Just givea bit more time, "cGrace's calm reply.

"I'll give you one more hour. If you're not out by then, I'll destroy this entire mountain-and you along with it," Hera said coldly.

Her patience was at its limit. If things didn't go her way soon, there would be bloodshed

Chapter 2672

 

After stalling as long as she could, Grace finally stepped out of the ancient temple with a handwritten book after being urged by Hera.

"You two are so impatient," she said. “This isn't the kind of technique you can just scribble down off the top of your head. What if I got something wrong?" As soon as she stepped out, she wasted no tshifting the blame.

"You're always so quick with the excuses. Who knows what you're really doing inside?" Hera scowled.

"I had to recall everything, write it down, and make sure there were no mistakes. You think that's easy? Can't you at least try to cutsslack?" Grace frowned slightly.

"Enough talk. Hand over the technique now," Zeus snapped impatiently.

"The technique's right here. See for yourselves." Without saying much, Grace tossed the book into the air.

Zeus and Hera locked eyes for a split second before both lunging toward the book with lightning-fast reflexes. Both of them were fully developed ultimate grandmasters, just one step away from breaking through to the next level.

A technique like that-one that could push them past that final barrier-was invaluable to them. If it cdown to it, either of them might turn on the other in a heartbeat.

"Hera! How dare you snatch it from me?" Zeus barked.

Hera scoffed. "After everything I've done, you think I'm just going to hand it over?" The two clashed in midair, their figures flashing back and forth in a blur. However, neither dared to go all out. After all, one wrong move and they might destroy the book they both wanted.

After a fierce exchange of punches and kicks, they both reached for the book at the stime. Each grabbed one side of the book, refusing to let go.

"Let go, Hera. Don't makedo something you'll regret," Zeus said, his expression grim.

As one of the four strongest royal gods, he had no doubt he could overpower her.

But she didn't flinch. “You let go first. You think I'm going to do all this work for nothing? Not happening." Though they were royal gods, they each had their own agenda. If that book really held the key to breaking through their limits, it would be a priceless treasure.

Whoever got their hands on it would be able to break through to the next level. No one would have passed up an opportunity like that.

"I'm running out of patience. Don't forceto turn on you," Zeus warned as lightning crackled in one hand. "Turn onif you want. You think I'm scared of you?" Hera shot back.

She raised her free hand, and hundreds of black ice spears materialized behind her, like a swarm of wasps ready to sting Zeus alive.

While watching the standoff, Grace silently cheered them on. She hoped they'd start fighting soon, so they'd be too busy to cafter her.

"Hang on! Let's not throw punches just yet. "Seeing that Hera was ready to go all in, Zeus quickly stopped her. "We don't even know if this book is real. Starting a fight over it now would be reckless, wouldn't it?" Hera frowned at his words. She'd been so focused on getting her hands on the breakthrough technique that she hadn't stopped to think it through.

Now that he had said it out loud, a sliver of doubt began to creep in. She figured fighting over the book without even confirming if it was real was foolish.

"I have an idea. Let's sit down and study it together. How much you can understand or grasp depends entirely on your own ability. What do you think?" Zeus suggested.

"Fine by me," Hera replied with a nod.

Studying it together meant neither of them would be shortchanged. Whoever broke through first would depend purely on talent and comprehension.

"On the count of three, we'll land slowly with no underhanded moves. Deal?" "Deal." "Three... two... one." After reaching an agreement, Zeus and Hera landed at the stime, neither playing any tricks. They sat on the ground and began flipping through the pages.

Frowns quickly appeared as they read. What Grace had written was complex and difficult to follow.

They knew Dragonmarsh's language like the back of their hand, and there wasn't a single word they didn't recognize. But when those words were strung together, the meaning twisted into something murky and confusing.

Zeus and Hera were stumped. Every word made sense on its own, yet the sentences didn't add up. Still, neither of them spoke. They kept reading, forcing themselves through it as their frowns deepened and headaches bloomed.

One section even delved into Dragonmarsh's octagram arraytheory, which was mysterious and complicated. It was like reading an ancient script written in a lost language.

By the tthey finished every last word, their faces were tight with tension. The text was beyond them, and they couldn't say for sure whether it was authentic or not. However, admitting that would've meant swallowing their pride. And for royal gods, pride was everything.

"You really think you can foolwith a fake technique, missy? Do you think I can't read?" Zeus suddenly snapped.

Without warning, he extended his hand. From a distance, he grasped Grace's throat and lifted her off the ground.

"Your Highness!" Everyone in the ancient temple turned pale. They instantly drew their weapons, ready to strike.

"Stand down!" Grace choked out.

She raised her hand to stop them, then used a move to push them back.

"I'll give you one last chance. Hand over the real technique, or face the consequences," Zeus growled.

"This is the real thing. I swear to God.

If I've lied to you, may lightning strikedown." Grace made a solemn E vow. A breakthrough technique like that couldn't be fake. But whether others could grasp it was another matter.

Chapter 2673

 

Grace was telling the truth. No matter how strong someone’s willpower was, tiny tells always gave them away

when they lied. To an ultimate grandmaster, those tells weren't just noticeable, but they were amplified a

hundredfold.

Most of what she said was true. She'd simply laced it with a few well-placed lies. Truth and falsehood blurred

together until no one could tell them apart.

The breakthrough technique she claimed to have found in the ancient manuscripts was real. However, she never

promised it would work or how far someone could get with it. Just in case, she’d made sure to cover her tracks.

Grace had copied the technique exactly as written, so she could swear a binding oath that it was authentic. But

she had also scrambled key parts of the instructions and built two conflicting cultivation paths into it. That way,

neither Zeus nor Hera could detect the sabotage or break through.

Grace had poured tand effort into the deception. To her, his sudden threat was nothing more than a test.

When Zeus couldn't separate truth from lies, he turned to intimidation. She saw through the tactic but said

nothing about it.

Grace wasn't afraid. She knew Zeus and Hera didn’t have the cultural context to comprehend the technique. In

the end, they still needed her to interpret and explain it.

That was why she was sure he wouldn't hurt her. And as expected, the moment she swore the oath, his grip

loosened.

“Hmph. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt just this once,” Zeus said with a straight face. “But your

breakthrough technique is somewhat unusual. Until we fully comprehend it, you're not going anywhere.”

“You got what you cfor. Isn't it tyou held up your end of the deal and left?” Grace shot back, her brow

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“We agreed to spare you if you handed over the real technique,” Zeus replied firmly. ” But we're not convinced

it’s authentic. We need tto study and confirm it. That doesn’t break our word.”

Grace's frown deepened. “So if you can’t figure it out in a day, you'll just camp here until you do?”

“Exactly!”

The truth was, the book was far beyond the two royal gods’ current understanding.

They couldn't crack it on their own. They needed her, both as a key to the text and as insurance.

By staying, they kept her within arm’s reach. And as long as she was under their watch, they controlled the

board.

“You better help us understand this breakthrough technique soon, missy,”

Hera said with a smirk. “Otherwise, we're not leaving Embercrest Hill anytsoon. As for your lover, he can

stay hidden in the mountains and focus on healing.”

She knew Grace was stalling, but she didn’t care. Even if Logan made a full recovery and returned to his peak

form, he still wouldn't stand a chance against them. If the two of them wanted to, they could wipe Embercrest

Hill off the map without lifting a finger and crush Logan right along with it.

“If you're both set on this, then | have nothing more to say. Just promiseyou'll keep your word once you've

broken through,” Grace said.

“You have my word,” Hera replied with a nod. “As long as you help us break through, you'll beca major

contributor to the Hall of Gods. How could we bring ourselves to hurt you?”

“There are plenty of empty rooms in the temple. Make yourselves comfortable. But letbe clear-no more

violence. If anyone gets hurt again, | won't help you. Not even if it kills me,” Grace said coldly.

“Got it.”

Zeus and Hera agreed in unison, then stepped inside the ancient temple together.

For now, neither of them pressed their advantage. Even if they had the books, they couldn't decipher them

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Inside the temple, Zeus and Hera began their studies under Grace's careful guidance.

To avoid suspicion, Grace taught them earnestly, explaining every word without holding anything back. Her plan

was already in motion.

She wasn't afraid they would master the technique, but was worried they wouldn't. As long as they kept

learning, she could buy Dustin more time.

That was all she could do for now.

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She just hoped he'd seize the om moment and break hfodigfrscon. If Rise wasnh nt she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep delaying the inevitable. 

After all, Zeus and Hera weren't just)anyone. Sooner or later they'd sense sometriqg yesofi Ald when they dig, EVeryone in the temple would likely die with her. 

This was a high-stakes gamble, one Grace couldn't afford to lose. She had to win and hoped Dustin would break through before Zeus and Hera did.

Chapter 2674

 

Inside a natural cave on Embercrest Hill, Dustin hovered in midair, legs crossed, eyes closed in deep meditation.

Five glowing orbs circled him in a steady, rhythmic orbit. With every pass, they released thin streams of white energy that flowed directly into his body.

Gradually, a soft glow began to radiate from Dustin's skin. Bathed in the light, he looked almost translucent. His body revealed a web of energy pathways crisscrossing beneath the surface.

The currents surged like streams of silver marrow, flowing again and again through his energy pathways. With each pass, the current grew stronger-its flow widening, its pressure mounting.

His muscles, flesh, and bones were changing too. Each part reshaped itself in subtle but undeniable ways. At that moment, he was undergoing a profound transformation.

As tpassed, sweat began to bead on Dustin's skin, and his face twisted in pain. A fine crack appeared on his crystal-clear skin, no thicker than a strand of hair.

At first, it was barely noticeable. But as he absorbed more of the Dracan essence, the fractures multiplied, spreading wider and deeper across his body.

Half an hour later, the cracks covered every inch of his body. He looked like a porcelain statue held together by glue-fragile and horrifying. Even the slightest touch might have shattered him.

Dustin frowned as he drew in a slow, careful breath. He knew he had reached his limit.

As expected, the Dracan essence wasn't something he could absorb easily. Forcing it into his body in hopes of breaking through was a deadly gamble. One misstep, and he'd explode from the inside out and be reduced to dust.

But there was no turning back now. Either he broke through, or he died. There was no third option. "Con. Just a little more," Dustin muttered through gritted teeth.

He kept the cultivation flow going at full force, pushing himself to absorb as much of the Dracan essence as he could.

But there was just too much of it. No matter how fast he refined it, more kept flooding in an endless, unstoppable wave.

Dustin put aside his distracting thoughts, centered his mind, and braced himself for the final push. He was so close, just half a step from breaking through.

He hadn't mastered the energy, hadn't reached full refinement, but he couldn't hold on anymore. His body was already coming apart. If he didn't risk everything now, he'd die anyway.

He drew in a sharp breath and forced the torrent of Dracan essence into his body, compressing it with everything he had. The moment he did, the cracks across his skin deepened. Blood burst from every fracture, soaking him from head to toe.

But Dustin had no tto worry about the pain. Gritting his teeth, he channeled every last ounce of strength, driving the raging Dracan essence into every pressure point and through all eight extraordinary meridians.

A deep rumble echoed through the cave, like thunder splitting the earth.

Blood sprayed from Dustin's body as his skin ruptured in violent bursts. It didn't drip but gushed out from every E wound. He blocked out the pain and forced the Dracan essence through every channel and pressure point, no matter the cost.

Another blast ripped through him as fresh wounds exploded across his limbs, chest, and back as bloody blooms spreading over every inch of him.

He was on the brink. Each breath was shallow, his life hanging by an thehanging brian thread. Still, he clenched his teeth and threw himself into one final charge. He would break through or die trying.

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"Break through!" Dustin's rage exploded inside him. His Dracan essence surged like a tidal wave and crashed relentlessly against the last few pressure points with unstoppable force.

Thunderous explosions rang out in quick succession.

Dustin, who had lost too much blood, finally buckled under the strain and fell from midair. At that instant, his life was hanging by a thread.

Inside the ancient temple atop Embercrest Hill, Grace, who was helping Zeus and Hera decipher the breakthrough technique, paused mid-translation. A strange unease stirred in her chest as if she had sensed something, and she frowned.

What happened? Had Dustin failed? The thought struck like lightning, sharp and sudden. Her chest tightened with worry.

She had placed all her hope in him. If he failed to break through and died, it wouldn't just be her life on the line. Everyone on Embercrest Hill, and even half the nation, would be doomed.

Suddenly, a knot of fear twisted in Grace's gut. She had to get back to the cave. If there were even a chance Dustin could survive, she'd do whatever it took to save him.

"I have urgent matters to attend to. You two go ahead and keep reading." As soon as the words left her mouth, she hurried out the door.

"Stop right there!" Zeus shouted.

Grace ignored him. She used an evasion technique and bolted out the door.

"You have a death wish?" he growled.

His face darkened. He raised a hand and fired a bolt of lightning straight at her back.

She couldn't dodge in time, so she quickly formed hand seals. A golden octagram array appeared behind her, just in tto block his crackling blue lightning bolt.

A loud explosion shattered the golden octagram array instantly. The powerful blast hurled Grace several feet through the air. She crashed hard against the wall, blood spilling from her mouth.

"I have something urgent to deal with. Givea moment, and I'll return to translate for you later," Grace said, frowning.

"Hmph. You think I'm that gullible?" Zeus' face darkened. "If you weren't hiding something, why would you suddenly run?" "Listen, missy. If you don't want to die, you'd better translate the technique for us. Until we've comprehended it, you're not going anywhere," Hera said coldly.

"I don't have tto explain," Grace snapped.

She formed a quick hand seal, and her body sank into the earth using the earth-shifting technique. She had mastered all five elemental escape techniques.

"Try running again, and I won't show mercy." Zeus exploded with rage and slammed his palm into the ground.

A thunderous roar echoed as lightning crackled wildly, and the ground shook like an earthquake. Even the ancient temple trembled violently.

Grace, who had just slipped underground, was suddenly blasted back to the surface by a powerful force. She crashed hard onto the ground, blood spurting from her mouth and nose once again. "You've mastered quite a few mystical arts, but I'm going to destroy your core first."

Zeus snorted coldly and struck again. He sent a bolt of lightning straight toward her abdomen. If she were hit, it would destroy her core and wipe out all her cultivation.

But just then, a burst of golden light shot up from the ground and formed a barrier arrier in front of Grace: The lightning bolt vanished the moment it.

made contact with the light. "Hmm?" Zeus focused his gaze and realized the golden light was actually a person.

Chapter 2676

 

The golden light appeared just in tto block Zeus' attack and save Grace from having her core destroyed.

As the light faded, a handsyoung man appeared before everyone. He had white hair and wore tattered clothes. But despite his rough appearance, he exuded an otherworldly presence that set him apart from the rest.

He stood still in front of Grace, solid as a mountain.

"Dustin?" The moment she saw the white-haired man, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. She knew then that she was safe and so was everyone inside the ancient temple.

Aside from his stark white hair, he looked nearly the same. But now, he carried a mysterious, otherworldly energy that she had never felt before. At that moment, she knew he had broken through.

"Thanks for holding on." Dustin turned and gently tapped Grace's shoulder. A beam of golden light shot from his hand and flowed straight into her body.

She shuddered as warmth surged through her, soothing every inch of her body.

The previously blocked circulatory pathways and accumulated internal injuries began to heal at an astonishing speed. Within seconds, she felt energized

Her injuries were healed, and her energy burned brighter than ever.

This technique went beyond what any mortal could do.

"I'll take it from here." Dustin smiled and fixed his gaze on Zeus and Hera.

At that moment, the two royal gods seemed to sense danger. Standing next to each other, they were silently alert.

They couldn't explain it, but there was something about this seemingly ordinary young man that unsettled them deeply.

Zeus sized him up from head to toe. "Are you Logan?" He looked almost exactly like the man in the files. But something didn't feel right.

Wasn't Logan supposed to be badly injured? So why did he seem so full of life? "You're Zeus?" Dustin asked instead.

Zeus scoffed. "You've got snerve, callingby nlike that," he said coldly.

Dustin's gaze shifted to the woman beside him. "Then you must be Hera." "That's right," Hera said with a faint smile. "Taking down Poseidon shows you've got skill. But today, you're facing two royal gods, and we're stronger than Poseidon. Since you dare to show up here alone, aren't you afraid of dying?" "Of course I am. But being afraid doesn't mean I'll keep hiding forever." Dustin smiled faintly. "When my friend's in trouble, I can't just ignore it." Zeus sneered. "Hiding might keep you alive. But if you stop running, you're just seeking death." "Who lives and who dies isn't set in stone, "Dustin shot back, smiling. "Maybe it's one of you who'll end up dead." Zeus laughed sharply, then his face darkened. "You've got snerve, kid. You think we're weak like Poseidon? I'll show you what real power is." He raised his hand and unleashed a bolt of lightning straight at Dustin.

Dustin stood still and didn't flinch. Just as the lightning was about to hit him, a golden glow flared up in front of him.

Lightning crashed into the golden light with a deafening boom. The energy vanished on impact, but the glow held steady, untouched.

"Huh?" Zeus frowned and attacked again. He sent two more bolts hurtling forward.

Dustin didn't flinch, but invoked the golden barrier. The lightning bolts struck the barrier and exploded on contact. The golden light rippled like water, then quickly settled back into calm.

"You've got sskill. But let's see if you can block this," Zeus growled.

He spread his fingers wide, and his hand curled like a claw to conjure a sphere of blue lightning As he charged it up, the sphere grew from the size of an egg to as large as a basketball in seconds. It pulsed with raw power, crackling with destructive energy.

"Break!" Zeus roared.

He hurled the sphere like a cannonball. The lightning slammed into the golden barrier with a deafening boom.

The entire ancient temple trembled. Lightning crackled wildly in the courtyard, smashing nearby buildings into rubble.

The lightning bolt roared fiercely, but the golden barrier stood firm and unshaken without a single crack. "What?" Zeus' expression flickered with doubt.

Even Grace's divine artifact-the Seven Shards Steeple, bound to her life om force-had trembled a few times under his relentless attack. However, this golden barrier protecting Logan didn't react at all. What the heck was this thing? Another defensive divine artifact? "Lettry," Hera said.

After sensing trouble, she stepped forward and joined the attack. She raised her hand and suddenly over a thousand black icy spears materialized behind her. "Fire!" she shouted.

She clenched her fist, and in a flash, hundreds of black ice spears m launched from behind her. They streaked toward Dustin and Grace like a violent hailstorm. The barrage slammed into the golden barrier with deafening force. Shards of ice exploded on impact and dissolved into bursts of scattered energy.

But the golden light around Dustin was still intact without any cracks.

Zeus and Hera frowned at the sight. They finally realized Dustin wasn't going to be easy to deal with.

They were in for one hell of a battle

Chapter 2577

 

At first, Zeus and Hera hadn't taken Dustin seriously.

In their eyes, Dustin's strength was comparable to Poseidon's. Since he was severely wounded, they figured either one of them could easily take him down, let alone if they attacked together.

But after testing him with a few probing strikes, they realized things weren't that simple.

Looking at Dustin radiating such vitality, they wondered if there was even any sign of injury. Not only was he unharmed, but his strength far exceeded their expectations.

There were only two possible explanations for this situation. Either their intel gathering had been wrong, or Dustin had stumbled onto slucky break that led to an unexpected breakthrough. As for how far he'd advanced, they couldn't tell for the tbeing.

At that instant, Zeus and Hera finally understood why Grace had been stalling for time. Initially, they'd assumed she was buying tso Dustin could recover without being interrupted.

But now they realized that he hadn't been recovering but had been at the critical juncture of a breakthrough. Though reluctant to admit it, they had indeed been deceived. Grace had mixed truth with lies and led them around by the nose.

The realization left Zeus and Hera irritated, though what dominated was a sense of unease. Because now, the situation was starting to slip out of their control.

"Hera, looks like we'll have to team up. This guy's no pushover," Zeus said, his expression grim as he glanced at her.

"Really? You think I hadn't noticed?" she replied sarcastically.

Dustin wasn't even using any divine artifacts. Instead, he only used protection armor energy to deflect their attacks. That fact alone demonstrated that he possessed strength on par with either royal god, perhaps even stronger.

Neither of them could guarantee victory alone. So, they must join forces if they want to bring Dustin down. "Let's attack together!" Zeus shot Hera a quick glance, then suddenly thrust both hands skyward. Twin spheres of crackling lightning coalesced in his palms before he hurled them at Dustin with thunderous force.

At the stime, Hera launched her assault. Thousands of black icy spears materialized overhead, raining down like an apocalyptic downpour that sought to impale Dustin from every angle.

The two royal gods moved in sync-one attacking head-on while the other from above. Their coordination was flawless.

That kind of coordinated strike would've been devastating against any ordinary ultimate grandmaster.

But Dustin had already broken through the limits neither of them could reach. As the devastating barrage bore down on him, he stood still. He simply raised his hand and made one gentle sweeping motion.

When a breeze swept past, it instantly disintegrated Hera's countless icy spears into dust that scattered and disappeared on contact.

Meanwhile, Zeus' crackling spheres simply vanished into the sbreeze. The wind swallowed them completely like stones dropped into a bottomless sea.

Their combined attacks struck nothing and becnothing. Silence swallowed their fury whole. What had roared to life with godlike wrath now scattered like ash on an unfelt breeze.

"What the hell?" Zeus and Hera's faces went ashen as they witnessed the impossible. Their expressions twisted with disbelief.

If Dustin had deflected their attacks using his protection armor energy or suprdivine power, they wouldn't have been this shocked. But he hadn't used either.

With just a casual wave of his hand, he had neutralized their combined assault, without so much as shifting his stance.

That unnatural technique was clearly beyond the realm of ultimate grandmasters. Could Dustin have already broken through his limits and ascended to the terrestrial immortal realm? The thought sent a chill down both royal gods' spines

What kind of rotten luck was that? Just days after arriving in Dragonmarsh, they'd already encountered a mortal enemy of this caliber? "Done with your attacks?" Dustin asked, looking at them calmly. "Because if you are, it's my turn to attack." With that, he raised his sword finger and pointed at Zeus. A golden sword aura shot forward like lightning, aimed straight at his chest.

"Hmm?" Zeus' expression changed. He quickly spread his palms to conjure a massive lightning sphere and hurled it toward the golden sword aura.

The collision sent shockwaves through the air. The lightning sphere exploded on impact, but the golden el sword aura remained completely intact. Its deadly momentum barely diminished and continued its relentless path toward Zeus' chest. Zeus didn't have tto gather his internal energy and could only instinctively raise his arms in defense.

His body had been tempered repeatedly by divine lightning until it becsupernaturally resilient. Even without channeling his internal energy, his physical strength alone could kill an ordinary ultimate grandmaster.

The golden sword aura struck his raised arms with devastating force and erupted in a catastrophic explosion. The terrific m power tore his arm clean off at the shoulder, and the shockwave sent him flying dozens of feet away. Zeus crashed through several walls before finally hitting the ground. He coughed violently, blood gushing from his nose and mouth.

"What?" Hera's face drained of all color as the horrific scene unfolded before her.

In a single move, Dustin had crippled Zeus and severed his limb entirely. What kind of monster was he? As she watched Dustin prepare to attack again, terror consumed her completely. Without even the courage to fight back, she whirled around and bolted.

Chapter 2678

 

Hera was scared out of her wits. The moment Dustin effortlessly deflected her attacks, the urge to retreat had already taken root. Her instincts screamed danger when she looked at him. He was someone she couldn't afford to provoke.

Still, she'd clung to the hope that with Zeus by her side, their combined strength might still secure victory.

But after witnessing him suffer a grievous wound and lose his arm in a single strike, panic consumed her entirely. Hera's strength paled in comparison to Zeus'. If he couldn't survive a single strike, she would fare even worse. When she saw Dustin raise his hand again, she no longer hesitated. She pushed off the ground and shot into the sky. Her form blurred into a streak of motion as she fled into the distance.

Survival was her only priority now. Zeus' fate wasn't her concern.

Dustin had ascended to the realm of terrestrial immortals. Unless the Super Leader himself took action, no one in the Hall of Gods could stand against Dustin.

"You think you can run?" Dustin smiled faintly. He raised one hand above his head and swept it downward.

A bone-deep rumble split the sky. From above, a colossal golden palm suddenly passed through the clouds and descended on Hera with crushing inevitability.

The palm dwarfed mountains and valleys alike. Its presence swallowed daylight whole, leaving only shadow in its wake. Next to that colossal palm, she looked like a fly about to meet a flyswatter.

"What in the..." Seeing the palm pressing down from above, Hera's face went pale with terror, and a chill ran down her spine. Even if she used all her strength, she knew it was impossible to escape the palm's overwhelming reach.

She let out a piercing scream as the golden palm closed around her. Silence followed immediately after. Moments later, the palm vanished.

Hera's body plummeted from the sky and slammed into the ground at the ancient temple gates. Her circulatory pathways were severed, her bones shattered completely, and blood poured from her nose and mouth. She lay there, barely clinging to life.

Though she was still breathing, she hung by the thinnest thread. Dustin had deliberately held back. Otherwise, the colossal golden palm's grip would have crushed her into pieces. Then again, looking at her now, there wasn't much difference.

The monks and guards at the ancient temple entrance stared in horror at her corpse-like form sprawled on the ground.

They had no idea what transpired inside the temple. Instead, they had only heard explosive sounds and felt waves of overwhelming pressure that kept them at bay.

When the explosions stopped, they witnessed Hera suddenly bolt into the sky in desperate flight. The next second, the colossal golden palm descended from the clouds and effortlessly captured her. By the she hit the ground, she was half-dead and couldn't move even a finger.

Had a suprmaster from the Regal Observatory intervened? Nothing else could explain how the royal god Hera had been so easily defeated. At that thought, excitement stirred in their hearts. Maybe help had finally arrived.

Inside the ancient temple, Dustin turned his gaze toward Zeus, who was several dozen feet away.

Zeus had already lost an arm. Blood streamed from his nose and mouth, and his face was deathly pale. Though his injuries weren't as severe as Hera's, he too was gravely wounded.

"Impossible! How did you becso strong?" Zeus snarled through gritted teeth, rage and disbelief twisting his features.

Though he had suspected Dustin had achieved a breakthrough, the reality of facing that overwhelming power left him stunned. Just days ago, Dustin was still an ultimate grandmaster, not even a fully developed one.

How much that actually passed? A week? Perhaps ten days at most? In that short time, how could Dustin, who hadn't even perfected the ultimate grandmaster realm, suddenly transform into a peerless terrestrial immortal? Zeus couldn't wrap his mind around it. He refused to accept it.

He had spent decades striving to break through from the peak of the ultimate grandmaster realm. Yet, Dustin had accomplished in mere days what Zeus couldn't achieve despite a lifetof dedication.

What had happened? "Am I that powerful?" Dustin smiled faintly. "I paid for it with my life." During his breakthrough, his physical form had begun to collapse under the strain, and he almost died.

At the critical moment, a surge of vital energy had erupted from inside him, dragging him back from death's door. With that life force and the Dracan essence flowing through him, he had barely managed to break through.

Beyond his willingness to risk everything, the stars had aligned perfectly. Perhaps this was what Grace called great luck.

"I refuse to accept this! I won't stand for it! How can you break through? you break Why can't 13" Zeus erupted in a nearly mad roar.

He knew his fate was sealed. Even without his grievous injuries, facing a terrestrial immortal in his peak form would have been hopeless. Hera's desperate escape attempt earlier told him everything he needed to know about his own chances. Zeus knew he was going to die that day. He might as well vent his fury before the end.

"Maybe it's because you're ugly," Dustin said matter-of-factly.

"I'll kill you!" Zeus charged forward with a final roar. His form beca blur as he launched himself at Dustin.

Dustin simply raised one hand and made a grabbing motion through the air, freezing Zeus mid-flight, suspended and helpless.

Then, he turned to Grace beside him and asked calmly, "Live or die?" "Die," she replied coldly.

"Very well." He nodded and slowly closed his fist.

With a deafening crack, Zeus' body burst like an overinflated balloon, shower of gore. There exploding in balloon, were no remains left of him.

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An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys) Chapter 2661 to 2670,

 Chapter 2661


 At first, it had only been a suspicion. But now Matthias was certain that someone had deliberately set him up and shifted the blto drag him into this mess.

"Hmph. You people from Dragonmarsh talk out of both sides of your mouth," Zeus said coldly. "Every word out of your mouth is a lie. I'm done believing a damn thing you say." The supposed connection between Logan and Matthias had cfrom the Hall of Gods' internal investigation. Compared to anything a Dragonmarsh official might say, Zeus naturally trusted his own people more. And with the badge as evidence, it was hard to argue.

"Whatever grudge you've got against Logan, it has nothing to do with me," Matthias said in a low voice. "I'm telling you, this is all part of someone else's plan. They want us at each other's throats so they can sit back and enjoy the fallout." Now that he knew it was a setup, he was much calmer. He needed to get through to Zeus before this exploded into war. Of course, he didn't want to take the fall for someone else's scheme.

"Why should I believe you?" Zeus shot back. "For all I know, you're hiding him right now." He'd searched all over for Logan, and now that he finally had a solid lead, he wasn't about to walk away empty- handed.

"Do I need to spell it out for you? If I were hiding Logan, do you think I'd be standing here explaining myself? I'd have handed him over already," Matthias growled, struggling to control his anger.

Zeus grunted. “You snakes from Dragonmarsh are all the same-scheming, lying bastards. Who knows what gyou're playing?" Matthias took a slow breath to calm his nerves. "Then, tell me. What will it take for you to believe me?" Zeus replied. "I won't trust a word you say until you bring Logan to me." "I have no idea where he is," Matthias snapped. "How the hell am I supposed to find him overnight?" "That's your problem, not mine," Zeus said coldly. "You have until dawn. If you can't giveLogan's whereabouts by then, I'll level your entire estate." "You're pushing your luck, asshole!" Matthias growled.

"If you want to fight, go ahead. Let's see who walks away alive." Zeus sneered.

He might've had sreservations about the Celestial Inferno, but that didn't mean he was backing down, especially with Hera at his side.

Matthias' knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists. He felt like a volcano ready to erupt. He glared at Zeus, then drew a deep breath to suppress his anger.

"Neville, get out there and find him now!" Matthias barked.

"Your Highness?" Neville frowned in confusion.

He'd drawn his blade, ready to charge at Zeus on Matthias' command. But he didn't expect Matthias to suppress his anger.

After all the lives Zeus had taken, was Matthias thinking about making peace? Matthias turned to Neville and shouted, "I said find him!" As the second prince of Dragonmarsh, Matthias wasn't used to feeling so humiliated. But for the greater good, he swallowed his pride.

"... Yes, Your Highness." Neville gritted his teeth and turned to leave.

Seeing Matthias back down, Zeus let out a faint chuckle.

That was what he expected from the Dragonmarsh's cowards-let someone walk all over them and still lick his boots.

To him, men from Dragonmarsh had no pride. They let others walk all over them and just quietly endured it.

"If any more of my men are harmed, there'll be no more talks today. We go straight to war," Matthias said before turning to leave.

If Zeus had been alone, Matthias would've never backed down. He would've used the Celestial Inferno without a second thought. But Hera was right there with him.

If the talisman failed to kill Zeus in one strike, Matthias would have to face two royal gods simultaneously. Even with the Five Sanguine Elemental Seals protecting him, he was not guaranteed to make it out alive.

If he did manage to kill Zeus, endless problems would follow. He knew well how powerful the Hall of Gods was. Zeus' death would mean nonstop assassination attempts, and every day would be a fight for survival.

That wasn't a risk Matthias was willing to take. But if they pushed him to the edge, he wouldn't go down alone and would take them with him.

Tdragged on in that heavy, tense silence.


Matthias stood motionless at the gate with a grim expression. Behind him, thousands of soldiers stood like a wall of iron and radiated cold, silent fury.

After what felt like forever, dawn broke, and Neville finally returned from his scout.

"Well? Any updates?" Matthias stepped forward as soon as Neville exited the vehicle.

"Your Highness, I just found out that Logan was last seen with Princess Grace.

and heat the city last night and headed toward Embercrest Hill,” Neville reported "Grace? Embercrest Hill? What the hell are they doing out there?" Matthias frowned.

"There's more," Neville added. "

Yesterday, Zeus paid a visit to Prince Nathaniel's mansion to ask about 't know what happened Logan. don't between them. But afterward, Zeus cstraight to you." Matthias' expression darkened instantly." So, that bastard Nathaniel setup and dumped the Hall of Gods' big problem right on my doorstep," he growled.

"Very likely," Neville said with a nod.

"That son of a bitch..." Matthias gritted his teeth. "When I ascend the throne, he's the first one I'll take down." His voice shook with rage and bitterness.

Chapter 2662

 

"Your Highness, what should we do now?" Neville asked, looking solemn. "Should we tell the Hall of Gods where Logan is?" The Hall of Gods was a force to be reckoned with, but so was Logan, especially with West Lucozia behind him. If tipping Zeus off led to Logan getting hurt, the monarchy wouldn't just let it slide.

Matthias scowled. "That bastard Nathaniel really screwedover." He finally realized Nathaniel hadn't just passed the problem over, but he had also set a trap.

Unable to handle the mess himself, Nathaniel had used the Hall of Gods to do his dirty work and chip away at Matthias' power. He was killing two birds with one stone.

Matthias fumed, but he had no good way out. Either he crossed the Hall of Gods or made an enemy of Logan.

Then it hit him. This whole mess had nothing to do with him in the first place. It was Logan's feud with the Hall of Gods, not his. If they ended up destroying each other, so be it. Matthias was just trying to stay alive, and that was something he could live with.

With that thought, he stopped hesitating and made his decision.

"Head inside and tell Zeus exactly where Logan is,” Matthias said sharply. “And tell him to get the hell out." "Yes, Your Highness," Neville responded.

He wasted no tand rushed inside. Even though he hated it, he swallowed his pride for the greater good and also for Matthias.

"Let's hope nothing else goes wrong," Matthias muttered.

He frowned, still stewing over the situation. Sending Neville to speak with Zeus wasn't just about delivering a message, but it was his way of covering his own back.

If Zeus did kill Logan, and the West Lucozian monarchy cseeking revenge, Matthias already knew who he'd throw under the bus. Neville might not be a convincing scapegoat, but at least it would look like Matthias had done the right thing.

A few minutes later, Neville returned with a hardened expression.

"Well? Did Zeus buy it?" Matthias asked.

"He only believes half of it," Neville answered truthfully. “He's heading to Embercrest Hill himself. If he finds out we lied, he said he'd bring the full force of the Hall of Gods to raze the estate. He'd make sure you pay dearly for it." "Are you certain your intel is accurate?" "Absolutely. I have no doubt about it." "Good. Let them fight it out. However it ends, it's not our problem." Matthias exhaled in relief.

This was the best outche could have hoped for. Whatever happened next, he'd deal with it then.

"Mr. Galen, open a path in the formation.

Let the Hall of Gods' people leave," Matthias shouted toward the sky.

"Yes, Your Highness." Galen didn't say much. He formed a hand seal, and a hole opened at the top of the Five Sanguine Elemental Seals.

As soon as it appeared, two figures shot into the sky and vanished beyond the horizon.

Inside a natural cave at Embercrest Hill, Dustin hovered in the air with his eyes closed.

Five orbs, glowing with a strange light, spun around him. Within each orb, a dragon-shaped energy stream swirled continuously. Each movement released a small amount of pure spiritual energy, which was absorbed into his body.

Dustin focused on his technique and slowly absorbed the Dracan essence just like Grace had taught him. But the process was painstakingly slow. Even with his talent, he couldn't absorb all five streams of essence in such a short time.

Grace didn't disturb him. She sat nearby and focused on protecting him.

This natural cave has a unique feature. It could block the flow of energy so that no one from outside could sense it.

Simply put, whatever happened inside the cave couldn't bediscovered by outsideks. This was one of the main reasons she had chosen this place for Dustin to absorb the Dracan essence.

She had also set up defensive formations around Embercrest Hill in advance.

dvance. She was confident that even an ultimate grandmaster would have trouble breaking through them in a short time. Before Dustin began absorbing the Dracan essence, she used a secret divinaObservatory.

Success and failure were two sides of the scoin. If successful, o'm Dustin would rise to great power and becd unstoppable. If not, he would die. But at this point, neither of them has a choice. ethod from the Regal The crisis was already here, and pressure was mounting. In such critical moments, only bold actions mattered while hesitation would cost them everything.

Suddenly, Grace's badge blinked twice. It was an alert from her people outside. Whenever the badge flashed, it meant someone was attempting to break in.

She glanced at Dustin, who was focused on his cultivation in midair. Not wanting to interrupt him, she walked to a mirror-like slab of smooth stone.

Without hesitation, she slammed into it headfirst. Strangely, the moment her body touched the stone, it transformed into mist and enveloped her completely.

In the next instant, Grace was no longer inside the cave. She had been transported to the summit of Embercrest Hill.

Chapter 2663

 

At the peak of Embercrest Hill, inside a quiet old temple, Grace stepped out of the hidden chamber just as a female guard rushed in.

"Your Highness, we've got a situation. A powerful intruder is breaking through the outer gates," she reported "Who is it?" Grace asked calmly, as if she'd expected this would happen.

"Judging from their appearance, they look like elite fighters from the Hall of Gods, or royal gods," the female guard replied gravely.

The defensive and offensive formations around Embercrest Hill didn't stand a chance. Both shattered on impact, as if they'd never been there. Only someone at the royal god-level could force their way in like that.

"They got here faster than I expected," Grace muttered, eyebrows knitting with concern.

She hadn't left the temple, but she already knew who it was. At a tlike this, the only ones who'd cto Embercrest Hill were Zeus and Hera.

Grace had been keeping tabs on the situation in Oakvale.

At first, she'd figured Nathaniel's plan to divert the threat would spark a clash between Zeus and Matthias' forces. That way, Matthias would be too tied up to go after Dustin. But things hadn't played out the way she'd hoped.

She suspected Matthias had slipped out clean and sidestepped a major disaster. What was supposed to be his problem had landed squarely in her lap.

"Your Highness, the Hall of Gods is still pushing through the defenses. Should we step in to stop them?" the female guard asked.

Grace didn't answer right away. Instead, she asked, "How many formations are left on the periphery?" "Most of it has been destroyed. I estimate the Hall of Gods' fighters will reach the mountain peak within an hour." "Don't bother fighting them off. Just keep feeding energy into the barrier to buy us as much tas you can." "Yes, Your Highness," the female guard replied before leaving.

Grace walked out alone into the open clearing and took out a small steeple from her pocket. At first glance, it looked ordinary-only a few inches tall-but its seven-tiered frgleamed with a faint golden light.

She murmured an incantation and tossed it into the air.

A low rumble followed. Caught by the wind, the steeple swelled in size. Within seconds, it was taller than a house.

Grace kept chanting. The golden steeple continued to rise as it expanded tier by tier. In less than a minute, it loomed like a mountain.

She formed a hand seal and commanded, " Drop!" The massive steeple ccrashing down and slammed onto the peak of Embercrest Hill. A second later, it vanished like it had never been there.

Grace let out a slow breath. "Let's hope the Seven Shards Steeple holds up." It was a divine artifact tied to her life force, built for defense and said to be nearly indestructible. But even the strongest artifact had its limits.

If it were just one royal god attacking, the steeple might hold. But if two cat once, she wasn't sure it would last.

All she could do now was hope Dustin would finish absorbing the Dracan essences and break through in time.

If the formation around Embercrest Hill collapsed and the steeple failed to hold, it wouldn't just be her problem but a disaster for everyone.

Grace sat in the courtyard and poured herself stea. There was nothing left to do now but wait.

Every so often, a muffled boom rolled up from the base of the hill-a reminder that the enemy was hammering at the formations and breaking through.

She'd prepared for this. She'd laid down dozens of formations, pouring in money, resources, and time. She'd called in every favor she could, rallied every ally willing to fight tooth and nail when the tcame.

She had done everything she could. What happened next was out of her hands.

Now, it all cdown to Dustin. Whether they made it through or fell apart depended entirely on him.

At the base of Embercrest Hill, Zeus had just smashed through oneformation when another sprang up to trap him. This one wasn't built for defense or attack, but rather it was an illusionary formation.

Thick fog rolled in from every direction. It was so dense it m swallowed the sky, leaving him blind and disoriented. He couldn't see a thing, and that only made him angrier.

Zeus wasn't the type to solve problems with finesse. He preferred brute force-hit hard, kill Past, move ΝΟΙ on. It was simple, direct, and effective. He had no patience for delays or drawn-out fights. Since the moment he stepped onto Embercrest Hill, formation after formation had been popping up to stop him. He'd already destroyed plenty, but more just kept coming.

"You Dragonmarsh pests are starting to pissoff. If I catch even one of you, I'll tear you limb from limb." His roar echoed across the entire hill like rolling thunder.

Behind him, Hera followed at her own pace, calm and unbothered. She hadn't lifted a finger. These little tricks weren't even worth her attention.

Her focus was on one person-Logan Rhys, the man who took down Poseidon. She'd make her move when she saw him face to face.

Chapter 2664

 

Grace's illusory formation was impressive.

Even divine martial artists, far beyond the grandmaster, could easily lose their way inside and struggle to find an exit.

But it was useless against a royal god like Zeus. His spiritual power and senses were far beyond what the illusion could contain. Even if he couldn't see through it, he didn't need to. He could simply break it with brute force. Every formation had a core and a weak point. If struck with enough force, the entire structure would collapse on its own.

That was exactly what he did. He didn't bother searching for a way out. He just unleashed raw, crushing energy that tore through everything within hundreds of yards.

One energy strike was usually enough to break the formation apart. If not, he'd just hit it again. Nothing had ever withstood more than three strikes from Zeus.

"Break it down!" With a sweep of his hands, he unleashed raw energy in every direction like a storm that spared nothing in its path.

Formations collapsed one after another. As Zeus advanced, he tore through the defenses, carving a path through the hillside-trees splintered, rocks pulverized, and chaos trailed behind him.

Behind him, Hera followed at a leisurely pace. She looked completely unbothered and showed no intention of helping.

They steadily climbed Embercrest Hill, cutting through thick forest and smashing boulders along the way, until they finally reached the summit.

At the top stood an imposing ancient temple. In front of its massive doors, dozens of armed monks stood guard. These were elite fighters from the Luminary Hall, including two grandmasters.

As Zeus and Hera approached, every monk tensed, bracing for whatever was coming.

A middle-aged monk stepped forward, gripping a heavy iron staff. His voice was sharp. "Stop right there, travelers. This is sacred ground. No fighting is allowed. You are not welchere. Leave the mountain now." "Hand over Logan, and we might spare your lives," Zeus said coldly.

He didn't care much for these monks, but he sensed a strong energy nearby. It reminded him of the Five Sanguine Elemental Seals, only more powerful.

"It's not too late to turn back. The path you're on leads only to suffering. Stop this violence before it's too late," the middle-aged monk urged.

"Cut the crap! Hand him over, or die," Zeus growled.

His patience had run out. Once he snapped and took action, it would be a bloodbath.

The middle-aged monk frowned and said, " If you insist, I have no choice but to stop you." "A bunch of bald monks think they can stop us?" Zeus scoffed. "You've got a death wish?" As soon as the word fell, he lifted a finger, and a blue lightning snake shot at the middle-aged monk's chest. With Zeus's strength, any grandmaster martial artist would be dead on contact.

Just before the snake hit its target, a flash of golden light appeared. It swallowed the lightning snake whole and disappeared without a trace.

"Hmm?" Zeus raised an eyebrow in surprise.

The golden light that flashed just now resembled a steeple. It appeared and disappeared instantly. His lightning attack had left no trace, and that felt very odd.

"Now this is getting interesting," Hera murmured with a smirk.

She was finally showing sinterest. She had ignored all the formations until now, but the brief glimpse of the golden steeple caught her attention.

It was large, beautiful, and radiated golden light while having the ability to absorb energy. If she could get her hands on it, it would make an excellent defensive weapon.

"So you've got skind of protective artifact. No wonder you dared to stand your ground at the gate.” Zeus narrowed his eyes. "Let's see how well it holds up to my attack."

He slowly raised his hand, and his fingers curled like claws as energy began to build. A ball of blue lightning sparked to life in his palm, no bigger than an egg.

As he charged it, the sphere grew to the size of a basketball. Inside, m lightning snakes wriggled fiercely, pulsing with terrifying energy and radiating intense pressure. "Break it for me!" Zeus grabbed the lightning sphere and hurled it toward the main gate. It shot out like a cannonball and crackled with destructive force.

The massive golden steeple reappeared, towering like a mountain as it shielded the entire temple.

When the sphere slammed into it a v moment later, it erupted with a m thunderous bang. The steeple trembled under the impact but quickly regained its stability. Most of the lightning sphere's energy was absorbed by the steeple on impact.

However, the leftover energy exploded into a violent shockwave that blasted outward from the temple in the opposite direction.

"Huh." Zeus frowned. This second failure made him realize that this golden steeple wasn't any ordinary artifact.

Chapter 2665

 

What caught Zeus off guard wasn't just how sturdy the golden steeple was, but it swallowed his attacks whole. The lightning sphere he'd thrown had almost all its energy sucked up by the steeple, leaving nothing behind-not even a scorch mark.

This method of neutralizing power was far more sophisticated than simply blocking it head-on. It was clear now that the golden steeple was a rare divine artifact, and breaking through it would be no easy task.

Still, the more resistance he encountered, the more certain Zeus becthat Logan was hiding somewhere inside the temple. He believed that Hall of Gods' potential threat, Logan, could be wiped out for good once the golden steeple was broken.

The middle-aged monk stepped forward and said firmly, "The Adamantine Body Art protects the Seven Shards Steeple. No matter how you attack, you won't be able to break through it. Please stop wasting your energy and leave the mountain now." Zeus sneered. "You really think there's a fortress out there I can't tear down?" He didn't back down. Instead, the challenge only fired him up. He raised both hands and rapidly gathered energy. Two lightning spheres formed in his palms, growing larger by the second.

"Break it down!" When the lightning spheres grew to the size of a basketball, Zeus hurled them at the golden steeple with full force.

The impact produced two loud explosions that shook the steeple slightly.

The lightning spheres released bursts of energy before the steeple absorbed them, and they vanished without a trace.

But Zeus kept going. He summoned one lightning sphere after another and hurled them with relentless fury. Explosion after explosion boomed at the peak of the Embercrest Hill. However, no matter how hard he attacked, the steeple remained steady without any sign of breaking.

The monks inside the temple sighed with relief when they saw the steeple still intact. The Seven Shards Steeple's defense was stronger than they expected. It could withstand repeated attacks from a royal god, which was extraordinary.

However, Grace, who was in the temple's courtyard, showed no sign of easing up.

The steeple was a divine artifact tied to her life force. Though it looked fine now, she knew it had its limits. Every strike from Zeus added stress to the steeple. If the pressure reached a critical point, it would shatter completely. In other words, if he kept hammering without a pause, he would eventually break through.

At this rate, it could only hold for about a day and a night. And that was assuming Hera didn't join in. If she did, the steeple would break much faster.

But now, Grace had placed all her hopes on Dustin.

If he could finish absorbing the Dracan essence before the steeple collapsed, they still had a shot at turning the tide. Otherwise, she likely wouldn't survive either.

She was gambling with her life while staking everything on Dustin to break through.

Tpassed slowly, but Zeus continued his relentless assault outside the temple.

He launched the blue lightning spheres like cannonballs and slammed them into the golden steeple repeatedly. He knew the steeple was strong, but nothing was invincible since everything had its limits.

His goal was to keep pounding the steeple until it broke. Although the plan sounded simple, it proved to be much harder in practice. The steeple had its limits, and so did his strength.

After three hours of nonstop bombardment, the steeple still stood tall.

Zeus was exhausted, gasping for breath and drenched in sweat. Since becoming a royal god, he had never exerted himself like this. No opponent had ever made him struggle like this.

He never imagined that a damn steeple could tank three hours of his nonstop attacks. It was like bashing a turtle's shell with his bare hands. Frustrated, he grew even more determined to break it. After taking a short break, Zeus turned to Hera and said coldly, "How long are you planning to sit back and watch?"

"Are you talking to me?" Hera asked, yawning. "You seemed so into it, so I didn't want to interrupt you. Aren't you always the one complaining when I step in and steal your kill?"

"That was then. Things are different now," he said, clearly annoyed. "Can't you see I'm out here doing all the Work? If you don't step in and break this steeple, it's only going to get worse." As the leader of the Four Royal Gods, Zeus couldn't afford to fail. If word got out that he couldn't even crack open a steeple, he'd be a laughingstock.

"Fine. Since you're asking, I'll help," Hera said.

She stretched her arms, and the casual look on her face slowly faded.

Chapter 2666

 

If Zeus hadn't spoken up, Hera wouldn't have lifted a finger. She would've just kept watching from the sidelines.

But since he asked for help, she couldn't ignore him. After all, he was their leader. Like it or not, she had to respect his order.

"Let's see how tough this thing really is," Hera said.

She raised one hand and spread her fingers. Behind her, a dozen black, icy spears appeared out of thin air. Each one was six feet long, thick as a wrist, and radiated a deadly cold. The air turned sharp and biting. Within thirty feet, the grass, stone, and trees all glazed over with frost.

"Go." Hera clenched her fist. The spears shot forward like missiles toward the golden steeple.

The air split with a sharp whistle as the icy spears struck their mark. But instead of exploding on impact, they slid in like blades through water, leaving only faint ripples behind.

Zeus snapped, "Hera, that pathetic excuse for an attack isn't going to cut it. Showwhat you're really capable of." He was already fighting with everything he had. But her attack coff sluggish, half-hearted, like she hadn't even bothered to wake up.

The sight grated on him. While he threw himself into the battle, she stood off to the side and barely lifted a finger.

"Okay. Calm down. I'm going all out now," Hera replied as her face hardened with resolve.

Her first strike had just been a test, though still powerful enough to injure a grandmaster martial artist. But against the golden steeple, it barely left a mark-just faint ripples. That caught her off guard.

She knew the steeple was a powerful divine artifact, but its defenses were stronger than expected. If they didn't unleash everything they had, breaking through it tonight was impossible.

Hera took a deep breath and raised her hand again. Hundreds of black icy spears appeared behind her, which quickly swelled to thousands. They filled the air like a dark, frozen storm.

The monks in the temple felt a chilling prickling on their scalps, as if tiny needles of ice were piercing their skin.

At first, just a few spears seemed insignificant. But now, with thousands converging, the force was overwhelming.

"Fire!" Hera shouted.

She clenched her fist, and thousands of ice spears shot toward the golden steeple like a storm. The moment they struck, sharp cracks rang out as waves of ripples burst across its surface.

One or two didn't matter, but when thousands landed at once, the entire structure shook under the impact. Ripples surged out in layers, growing heavier with each wave, until they crashed like a tide against the glowing barrier.

"Good. Keep going." Zeus finally smiled. He knew this was Hera's true strength.

The golden steeple wouldn't break in one strike, but under this kind of pressure, even it had a limit.

She kept channeling energy and launched volley after volley of spears. The relentless assault made the steeple groan, as each wave built on the last as the strain mounted.

"Hera, letfight with you!" As the golden light around the steeple began to dim, Zeus sensed an opportunity. Power surged through him as he leaped forward, hurling lightning spheres in rapid succession. Each blast struck with deafening force.

The fading glow of the steeple wasn't just a sign of weakness but a confirmation. He could see that the structure had a limit.

The light had dulled, and its rhythm faltered. It couldn't last forever. Once that threshold was breached, the entire thing would collapse.

Together, the two royal gods pressed the attack.

Zeus's lightning spheres exploded on impact, as each strike sent tremors through the steeplex foundation. Hera's icy spears rained down in waves, sharp and relentless, like a blizzard that refused to let up. Their powers meshed perfectly-force and precision, thunder and frost-blending into a rhythm that battered the ancient structure without pause.

Inside the temple, the monks felt every impact. Their scalps prickled as if stabbed by a thousand icy needles. They stood frozen, too terrified to move.

They knew that the steeple was their only shield. If it failed, they'd wiped out in an instante Rading the royal gods directly wasn't just suicide but an annihilation.

Tdragged on. The golden light m dimmed further with every blast, Then, just as the first traces of dawn lit the horizon, the glow vanished entirely, and a thin, splintering crack split open at the top of the steeple.

Chapter 2667

 

After a full night of relentless attacks, Zeus and Hera were drenched in sweat and gasping for breath. But the moment they saw a crack forming at the top of the golden steeple, their spirits surged. 1 Zeus let out a sharp laugh. “It's finally cracking! I was starting to think this thing really was indestructible." Since becoming a royal god of the Hall of Gods, he had never pushed himself this hard. He had spent the entire night blasting the steeple without pause. It had drained him, but at least, the effort was paying off.

"This thing's tough. It held up longer than I expected," Hera said as she stopped to catch her breath. Though she hadn't used as much energy as Zeus, she was equally worn out. Still, she could tell the end was finally in sight.

"Now's our chance. Let's hit it together, both of us," he said.

Despite their exhaustion, he knew they couldn't afford to hold back. Only by breaking the steeple could they finally relax.

"Okay. Let's do this." Hera took a deep breath and gathered her energy again. Hundreds of black ice spikes materialized behind her, sharp and humming with energy.

Across from her, Zeus raised both arms. Lightning crackled between his palms as the glowing spheres swelled with energy.

A moment later, they unleashed their attacks on the steeple.

A series of deafening blasts split the air, and the golden steeple trembled violently. Its internal energy had already been drained. Now, only its structure held it together.

The impact from Zeus and Hera's joint strike split the surface with fresh cracks. Encouraged by the damage, they pressed on. They ignored their exhaustion and launched a full-scale attack.

They believed that once the steeple collapsed, the monks inside would be defenseless. As for Logan, they'd hazard he'd been seriously wounded in his last battle with Poseidon and no longer posed a threat.

So, with no hesitation or fear, they struck relentlessly.

In the backyard of the ancient temple, Grace sat cross-legged in meditation. Her face had gone pale, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

The Seven Shards Steeple was tied to her life force. Every crack in the tower left a wound on her body, too. She had held out for as long as she could.

Zeus and Hera were simply too powerful.

Their combined attacks were relentless, and the damage to the steeple worsened with every blow. No matter how strong the artifact was, it couldn't withstand the onslaught of two ultimate grandmasters.

Now, the steeple shook so violently it looked ready to collapse. Cracks kept spreading downward with every tremor.

Grace coughed out another mouthful of blood. Her lips were colorless, and she could barely breathe. "Dustin... if you're not done yet, we're dead," she whispered.

Panic surged in her chest, but there was nothing more she could do. From the very start, this fight had never been hers to win. She had done everything she could, and now it was up to fate.

"Your Highness, the steeple's about to collapse. You have to get to the hidden chamber-now!" Several female guards rushed into the courtyard and urged Grace to take cover.

"It's no use," Grace replied, shaking her head. “Once the steeple falls, no chamber in the world will save me." With Zeus' spiritual strength, she knew there was no escaping Embercrest Hill. The hidden chamber might shield her temporarily, but it wouldn't change the outcome.

If he couldn't find the one controlling the steeple, he wouldn't hesitate to flatten the entire mountain. And for someone like him, it was just a matter of effort.

And once that happened, she wouldn't be the only casualty. Dustin, who was still absorbing the Dracan essence, would be buried with her.

She wasn't ready to give up. There was still a sliver of hope, and she would cling to it with her last breath.

"Your Highness, let us escort you out through the back," one of the female guards pleaded. "We'll protect you with our lives if we have to." "I know you mean well, but I can't leave. If I run, Dustin dies. I have to hold out, just a little longer," Grace replied.

"Your Highness, with all due respect, his life can't possibly be more important than yours." "You're wrong," Grace replied softly. "His life matters far more than mine."

Her voice was calm, and her eyes were steady. "The Regal Observatory had read his ad his fate. He dairies O immense destiny. A single decision from him could affect the future of the entire nation.

"If I die, it won't change much. But if he dies, Dragonmarsh will lose nearly all its fortune What comes after will be unrest and war, and countless people will suffer." She looked toward the distance and said firmly, "No matter what happens, even if it costseverything, I have to keep him alive."

Chapter 2668

 

Explosions echoed nonstop outside the ancient temple. The golden steeple that shielded it was already veined with dozens of hairline cracks.

With every strike from Zeus and Hera, the fractures deepened. In less than half an hour, the entire structure was reduced to splinters from top to bottom.

"Break it down!" With a thunderous cry, Zeus and Hera unleashed everything they had and struck the steeple in perfect sync. The impact shook the ground. The golden steeple, which had stood strong all night, finally shattered. Countless shards of divine light rained down like broken glass.

In the backyard of the ancient temple, Grace staggered as she coughed up blood.

"Your Highness!" Several female guards rushed to catch her. Forming a wall in front of her, they braced for what was coming. They knew if they couldn't convince Grace to leave, they would have to fight tooth and nail to protect her.

Outside, Zeus burst out laughing. "It's cracked! We finally did it!" He was exhausted, but the thrill outweighed the cost. A royal god's might had to be taken seriously. If he couldn't even destroy a small steeple, how could he face anyone later? "That was exhausting," Hera muttered, exhaling a long breath.

They'd broken through at last, but the effort left a sour taste in her mouth. It took an entire night and the combined efforts of two royal gods to bring it down. However she looked at it, there was nothing glorious about it.

Instead, one question lingered in her mind. Who owned that steeple? Whoever it was had managed to hold off both her and Zeus for hours. That alone made them worth paying attention to.

"Listen up, everyone! Form ranks!" As the steeple ccrashing down, the monks stationed at the temple gates wasted no time. They rushed forward and quickly surrounded Zeus and Hera.

They knew this was their only chance.

After spending the entire night destroying the steeple, Zeus and Hera had to be near their limit. If they waited, the window would close, and there'd be no stopping them once they recovered.

Zeus swept his eyes across the monks and sneered.

"You really think this will work? A bunch of nobodies like you trying to take us down? Dream on." He didn't even need to summon his internal energy. His physical strength alone was enough to crush them.

"Take him down!" the middle-aged monk commanded without hesitation. As soon as the formation locked into place, he shouted the signal to strike.

"Charge!" Dozens of monks attacked in unison. Using the Adamantine Luminary Formation as their base, they surrounded Zeus and Hera in separate rings.

Right after that, their staff struck together in a loud clatter. Countless strikes swept in from every direction with overwhelming force. It was so dense that not even light could slip through.

Zeus didn't flinch. He stood there, motionless, as the hail of attacks crashed down on him.

The sharp cracks echoed nonstop. Every staff that struck him either bent out of shape or snapped in half. Not a single blow even scratched him.

On the other hand, Hera vanished the moment the strikes closed in, and every blow missed its mark.

"What?" The monks stared in disbelief at their warped and splintered staff. They had attacked with everything they had. 1 However, Zeus neither dodged nor used any energy to defend. He just stood there and let their blows land. Even so, none of their attacks could penetrate his defense.

That was a devastating blow to them. They had hoped to find an opening while Zeus was weak, but it turned out to be nothing more than a joke.

Zeus's body was as strong as the legendary Golden Sentinel.

"That's it? Is that really all you've got?" Zeus sneered with contempt. Feeling amused, he was willing to toy with these insignificant fighters.

"Don't get ahead of yourself!"

Two grandmaster-level monks exchanged a glance and swung their steel staffs together. One staff aimed at Zeus's head while the other targeted his legs. Zeus didn't move but raised a hand to block.

With two loud bangs, their steel staff bent sharply but caused no damage.

The two monks were stunned. If even a full - power strike from both of them had no effect, then this fight was already lost.

"You done? Now, it's my turn." Zeus laughed coldly and struck both monks in the chest and abdomen with lightning speed.

The two monks were thrown backward over a hundred feet away and crashed through three walls before stopping. They coughed up blood and were badly injured.

With a single move and no use of energy, Zeus severely wounded two grandmaster's. The difference in their strength was like a deep chasm. At that moment, everyone understood just how terrifying Zeus truly was. He was an enemy they had no hope of defeating.

Chapter 2669

 

"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!" ca 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.

He let out a low chuckle. "You've got sskill. I didn't expect it to hold us off this long.” But the amusement in his voice didn't reach his eyes. Beneath it lurked a flicker of killing intent.

He had assumed the Golden Steeple had been set up by ssuprmaster from Dragonmarsh, or an ultimate grandmaster. Never did he expect the one who made two royal gods suffer a setback to be just a young woman.

When did Dragonmarsh start producing so many geniuses? Logan Rhys-who had unlimited potential and managed to take down Poseidon-was already a headache. And now here canother monster. If someone like Grace were allowed to grow unchecked, she'd beca serious threat.

Grace seemed to read his thought and said, "The divine artifact bound to my life force was shattered by both of you. Not only has my cultivation been severely weakened, but I will never be able to break through again. So there's no reason for you to have any reservations." "She's a smart one," Hera said with a faint smile.

A spark of interest lit up 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 shrewdness.

"So what if you're telling the truth?" Zeus sneered. "Do you think you have the right to negotiate with us?" "This isn't a negotiation. It's a deal," Grace replied calmly.

She continued, "I know both of you have hit a wall in your cultivation. You haven't broken through in decades. But I happen to know a technique that could let you tap into divine energy and push past your limits." Upon hearing that, Zeus and Hera froze. Even the way they looked at Grace had changed.

For years, the bottleneck had been their greatest frustration. They'd tried countless ways to break through, but nothing had worked. Eventually, they'd resigned themselves to the idea that they might be stuck at that level forever and would never push past their limits.

But now, Grace's words lit a spark of hope, especially for Zeus. With his short lifespan, he desperately needed a breakthrough to extend it. It was the kind of opportunity he couldn't afford to pass up.

Still, neither of them was foolish enough to take a stranger at her word. They'd run into situations like this more times than they could count. Every tthey thought they'd found a way to break through, it always ended in disappointment.

"Why should we trust you?" Zeus narrowed his eyes and gave Grace a sharp once-over. "You don't actually think we'd follow your lead just because you tossed out a few grand claims, do you?" "With your status, how could I even think of deceiving you?" Grace smiled faintly. " I'm not reckless enough to make a deal without scertainty. That'd be like signing my own death warrant." "You might have a point," Zeus said, stroking his chin. "So, what's your condition?" "Leave Dragonmarsh immediately. Three days from now, I'll personally show you how to break through," Grace replied.

"Leave Dragonmarsh?" He sneered.

"So, you're helping Logan deat with the crisis? And you're using that as E an excuse to trick us into leaving?" "Yes, I'm doing this for him. But I'm not trying to trick you. I'm here to negotiate a deal with both of you," she corrected.

"You're honest, I'll give you that. But I still don't believe you." Zeus shook his head.

"Those are the terms. How you want to proceed is up to you," Grace said calmly, without a hint of arrogance or submission.

Suddenly, Zeus grinned. "I've got a better idea. Want to hear it?" "Oh? Go ahead."

He chuckled darkly. "First, we kill Logan. Then, we capture you. After that, we'll use every torture we have Key use to make you spill the secret to breaking through. How does that sound?"

The Hall of Gods had its own torture chamber. Anyone who was brought there didn't last more than three days before confessing everything.

Chapter 2670

 

"Torturing someone to confess might work, but it's not always the best approach, "Grace said calmly.

She continued, "To be honest, there's a seal inside my body. If I trigger it with my mind, it'll release a burst of energy strong enough to level everything within 300 feet, including me.

"If that happens, you get nothing. And there's a good chance you'll get hurt in the process. I don't think that's what you want, and I certainly don't want it to cto that." Zeus' smile immediately froze. He thought he had her cornered. He didn't expect she had a backup plan. For a moment, he didn't dare use force against her.

He glanced at Hera. "What do you think?" He was a fighter, not a diplomat. If it were any other matter, he'd skip the talk and strike down his opponent.

But Grace's offer was different. She claimed to have a technique that could break through their cultivation, and it was something Zeus had dreamed of for years.

Even if she was lying, he still held onto a glimmer of hope. He felt that it was better to be safe than sorry. After all, what if she was telling the truth? Before he could force the secret out of Grace, he couldn't bear to kill her. If he lost this opportunity, who knew when another would come? Maybe there wouldn't be a next tat all. He wasn't about to gamble on that.

"I have to say, I really admire your courage and wisdom." Hera finally spoke up.

She continued, "With just a few words, you've got us second-guessing everything. People as smart as you don't caround often these days. But honestly, it's your courage I admire even more than your intelligence.

"You're staring death right in the face, yet you keep your cool and negotiate with us without so much as a flicker of fear. That kind of courage and boldness surprises me.

"If we lived in the scountry, I'd definitely take you as my disciple. You've really impressed me." Hera even clapped her hand with undisguised admiration on her face as soon as she finished talking. "Hera, what the hell are you doing?" Zeus frowned in confusion.

Wasn't she supposed to intimidate Grace and use threats? Why was she suddenly praising her? Hera ignored him and kept her eyes on Grace. She smiled and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you're just stalling for time, right? "You want us to leave Dragonmarsh now, then hand over the breakthrough technique three days later. That just doesn't sit right with me.

"I don't know what's going to happen in three days, but something tellswe can't let you get your way. If you do, it could put all of us in danger." Grace kept her calm. “I only ask you to show mercy and spare Logan. Nothing else.

"No, no, no..." Hera shook her head and studied her carefully. "If saving Logan was all you cared about, this isn't the strategy you would've used.

"You had a full night to run, but you stayed. Even after the steeple was destroyed, you didn't back down. Instead, you stood your ground and tried to strike a deal with us.

"So either you've got backup and our threats don't scare you, or something is holding you back from leaving. Telldid I get it right?" Grace kept a calm expression, but Hera's words rattled her. She didn't expect Hera to be so perceptive about her circumstances.

If she denied it, she couldn't explain why she hadn't escaped, and convincing the two afterward would be even harder.

Zeus and Hera had reached the rank of royal gods. They weren't the kind to be fooled or underestimated. After a moment's thought, Grace finally nodded. "It's true. We're trapped here with no way to get out." A soft chuckle escaped Hera. "I knew it." She started to circle Grace, speaking as she went. "If you'd denied it earlier, you'd be dead right now." "Lady Hera, your wit and wisdom are unmatched. My petty tricks will never slip past you." Grace sighed softly.

"Sparethe flattery," Hera replied with a smirk. "Now tell me. What's really keeping you here? Be honest, and I might consider sparing your life." "There's no point hiding it anymore." Grace looked deflated, and her expression dimmed as she spoke.

She went on, "Logan was badly wounded in a recent fight and is now barely hanging on. There's a sacred spring at the base of this mountain that can heal him and keep him alive.

If I leave, he'll die for sure." Upon hearing that, Hera's lips curved into a knowing smile, as if she'd expected this.

"So that's what this is about," she said. " No wonder you've been stalling. All this time, you've been trying to buy tto save your lover." She'd heard before that Logan had been seriously injured. Now, it turned out the rumors were true.

"So you've been lying to us this whole time?" Zeus' expression darkened as sparks crackled at his fingertips. "That so-called breakthrough technique was just a lie too?"