DRAGON MASTER (Crazy Updates)
Chapter 238: Reincarnation of the Supreme Angel, the Great Battle of the Sacred Zither
Jeolson suddenly realized that the situation in the Saint Realm was much more complicated than he had imagined.
"The Silver Throne is the support of the purple royal family. The Throne of Light and the Dark Throne each represent the Church of Light and the Church of Darkness. Then what power is there under the Throne of Blazing Fire?"
Oswede looked at Jeolson calmly and said, "The Throne of Blazing Fire is a member of the Dragon Blood Clan. He was also the most powerful among the Four Thrones as he had signed a contract equivalent to the king of the Giant Dragon Clan, making him an enemy. At the same time, he should be prepared to accept the wrath of the Giant Dragon Clan."
"Didn't the Dragon Clan always sign the master-servant contract with the Dragon Blood Clan?"
Oswede looked at Jeolson strangely and said, "You know a lot. But do not forget that in the presence of great powers, the arrogant dragon will also choose to compromise."
Jeolson understood, just as Kokonoro had to sign an equal contract with Connie under his coercion.
It seemed that this majestic Throne of Blazing had been recognized by the Dragon Clan.
"You've just reached the 46th step. Once this news spread, it would definitely shake the entire Saint Realm. It would far exceed the requirements of the Silver Throne."
Oswede smiled and said, "So, it's right for me to help you now. I'll take you to meet the Silver Throne first."
Jeolson nodded.
The two of them would continue advancing when the entire sky suddenly brightened.
A tall woman with four light wings on her back and an extremely perfect face slowly descended from the sky. He held the golden holy sword in his hand and looked at Jeolson coldly.
Jeolson's gaze trembled slightly.
An angel has come down?
Oswede sighed in a low voice and said with a bitter smile, "It's really troublesome."
"The number one genius of the Light Church, the Holy Sitar."
Oswede looked at the woman and said seriously, "Compared to her, The Silver Hand and God's Authority are all rubbish. He is the greatest hope of the Light Church. A woman who has the potential to challenge the Throne!"
Oswede looked at Jeolson and said, "It is said that he is the reincarnation of the archangel in the heavenly realms, but I do not know if it is true or false."
Reincarnation of the archangel?
Jeolson's eyes blinked. He could not see any imperfections in the woman in front of him.
He seems to be the creator's most proud work.
"Jeolson Edward?"
The voice of the Sacred Zither seemed to be from the heavenly realm. It was very pleasant to hear but did not contain any human emotions. It was indifferent to extremes.
Jeolson said nothing. The Holy Zither was his tacit approval.
"Enemy of light!"
These words were gently spat out from her plump lips. The holy sword in the Holy Zither hand was raised high.
They were both golden holy lights but the power he displayed was far from what Stanley could compare to.
"Retreat."
Jeolson spoke calmly.
Oswede knew that Jeolson was talking to him. He felt a little sad but there was nothing he could do.
This was a clash between the two great peaks of the Saint Realm. As the Golden Lion, he could only watch the battle.
The energy that the two of them casually released might be able to injure him.
They were both geniuses but the distance was too great.
The holy light was like the sword of a god, slashing at Jeolson.
A meteor sword appeared in Jeolson's hand. A golden-white light flourished, more explosive and sharp than any battle aura in the world.
Without retreating, he charged forward, sliced through the layers of the Sacred Light Golden Sword, and shot towards the Sacred Zither.
The Holy Zither's expression was calm, and the holy sword in his hand shone even brighter. He casually smashed the white-gold light.
This was the first time Jeolson had met an opponent who could block his own white gold light without retreating.
The wings of light in the Holy Zither flapped gently and endless holy light flowed down from the sky, making its aura continuously increase as if it was endless.
A terrifying holy light gathered in the ocean, suppressing space and making squeezing sounds, as if it would collapse at any moment.
His pitch-black eyes were gradually golden in color, as if golden flames were burning in his pupils.
Endless platinum light gathered on the meteor sword and the sharp aura of this epic long sword was forcefully dug out.
It was as if Jeolson was holding a platinum sun in his hand.
When he clashed with the Sacred Zither, it was even more dazzling than the holy light!
A sea-like holy light flowed to Jeolson's side and was split apart by the invisible and sharp aura of platinum light.
It was as if there was an isolated high peak in the sea. It was still standing at the same spot despite being attacked by waves and typhoons.
Jeolson raised his hand.
Finally, there was a trace of fluctuation in the eyes of the Sacred Zither. He raised the Golden Sacred Sword. The entire Sea of Sacred Light mobilized and slowly rolled towards Jeolson.
Jeolson's golden eyes flickered, as bright as a star.
He took a fierce step in the void, and a sharp explosion rang out in the air.
Jeolson's figure rushed forward and the platinum sword easily tore through the Holy Sea of Light, stepping on the waves.
The Sacred Zither's eyes flickered. The holy sword waved and the Sea of Sacred Light suddenly stopped.
Jeolson felt that the resistance he was facing had suddenly increased many times over.
He had walked in the water but now he felt like he was trapped in a rock.
If he wanted to move forward, he would have to split that mountain.
A word suddenly flashed through his mind.
The domain!
The holy light of the harp changed. It really looked like a legendary domain.
The holy light turned into an ocean. The ocean turned to stone.
In the domain, I am a god.
However, the harp was only a prototype of the domain.
No, it could not even be considered an embryonic form.
This is because Jeolson can still break through.
The platinum sword light suddenly expanded and the air seemed to produce a loud cracking sound.
The hardened Sea of Holy Light was unable to stop Jeolson's steps.
The distance between the two is constantly shrinking.
Jeolson suddenly felt that the resistance in front of him was soon waning. The dense Sea of Holy Light disappeared, turning into countless white threads wrapped around Jeolson.
The Sacred Zither also rushed over with the holy sword in its hand. He seemed to want to attack Jeolson with his strongest attack.
Just incredible!
Jeolson could not help but exclaim in his heart.
Just a few of these moves, the power that the Sacred Zither displayed far surpassed that of ordinary peak-level saint power.
He had touched the realm of gods and started trying to establish an embryonic form of his realm.
If it was an ordinary peak-level saint, it would have long been imprisoned in the Holy Zither Divine Light Sea, becoming a sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
With a wave of his hand, the platinum sword light cut through the invisible thread formed by the Sacred Light.
His gaze became calm. He did not advance further. Instead, he looked directly at the approaching figure of the Sacred Zither.
He lightly swung his sword.
The golden-white light was extremely brilliant and turned into a streak of sword light that shot out.
It pierced through the void and—wherever it went—layer space shattered, leaving a black trail behind a golden white light.
The Holy Zither disciple suddenly contracted as endless holy light gathered towards him.