Chapter 125: Izou and the Mastery of the Holy Sword

“Miss Saori, you are truly so willful!”

His eyes instantly glistened with tears, wearing a look of grievance.

At this moment, Hyoga didn’t even use Feng Zhe’s title from the church; he called him by his given name directly, which immediately darkened Feng Zhe’s expression.

He retorted sharply, “No life is superior to another!”

“Since Seiya has become a Saint, he should be prepared to die. To save him has put Athena in danger. Moreover, in the future, Athena’s return to the past will cause the entire universe to collapse. Just this alone involves the lives of billions!”

Feng Zhe’s words filled young Saori with overwhelming guilt, causing tears to fall freely.

“You cannot treat Athena like this!”

Hyoga angrily unleashed a freezing punch, but Feng Zhe caught it single-handedly, flipped his hand, and reflected the freezing energy back in full.

Hyoga had not anticipated Feng Zhe’s cosmos to be so powerful; he was instantly frozen into an ice sculpture by the rebounded attack.

When Hyoga finally broke free from the frozen shell and was about to strike again, Saori stopped him.

“This matter is truly my fault. I will bear the responsibility and consequences it brings!”

Feng Zhe raised an eyebrow in surprise, not expecting Saori to say such words.

“You truly disappoint me!”

Feng Zhe’s anger at her lack of resolve was profound—his disappointment reached its peak.

“Enough!”

Sagittarius Gestalt thundered at Feng Zhe, shouting, “I will never allow Athena to be treated this way within my Sagittarius Palace!”

The divine arrow of Sagittarius Gestalt was nocked once more, poised to release.

Feng Zhe’s face darkened severely as he looked toward Gestalt, saying grimly, “Do you really think I have no way to deal with you?!”

“Then try me!”

Saori once again stepped between them, her divine cosmos compelling Sagittarius Gestalt to lower his golden bow.

“I swear by Athena’s name, I will give you an explanation!”

Though small and delicate, Saori’s body radiated a tremendous power, forcing Feng Zhe to lower his head in acknowledgment.

However, as her cosmos flared, the poison of Samael surged through her body once again, causing her to faint.

“Hyoga, take Miss Saori to the Ophiuchus Palace immediately!”

Hyoga lifted the young Saori and nodded, then passed directly through the Sagittarius Palace.

Feng Zhe quickly moved on to the next palace.

…

Elsewhere, Pegasus Seiya and Andromeda Shun arrived at the Virgo Palace, activating the soundless space.

Suddenly, the afterimage of Virgo Shaka appeared on Andromeda Shun’s Cloth, engaging in a fierce battle of the Four Gates of Buddha with the contemporary Virgo Shijimo.

In the Aquarius Palace, Shijimo was stirred awake by this intense willpower and immediately began a long-range duel with Shaka.

These two Saints, closest to divinity, shocked the entire Sanctuary.

Afterwards, as Pegasus and Shun passed through Virgo Palace, Shijimo calmly commented that this man might be the strongest Virgo Saint in history.

…

Capricorn Palace

Izō the Goat observed the altar seat Saint before him with no emotion.

Though he had heard of this suddenly appeared altar seat Saint’s formidable strength, as the guardian of the Twelve Palaces, Izō could not allow him to proceed to the Pope’s Palace.

This man, known as “Demon Cutter,” was said to possess the power to cut through demons and held a lofty position among the Gold Saints.

“So you are the future Pope Alexis?”

Izō had learned about this future Pope from Hyoga and sneered at his tendency to disappear when battle was near, deeming him a coward.

Raising his hand in a blade strike, Izō’s sacred sword came down with a sharp slash.

Clang!

Feng Zhe raised Athena’s shield, blocking the sacred sword’s cut.

Yet, the space around him suddenly opened into a bottomless sword abyss.

Feng Zhe countered with a punch, but Izō’s sacred sword cut in two his light-speed fist.

Feng Zhe raised an eyebrow as holy fire descended from the heavens, but Izō countered with a sword slash.

The holy fire was sliced apart, startling Feng Zhe—this sacred sword was truly extraordinary.

His holy fire had overcome countless battles and was his most mastered technique among many.

Unexpectedly, here in Capricorn Palace, he faced Izō, whose sword could cleave all things, even surpassing the divine sword of the war god Elcid.

Elcid once said his sacred sword was unfinished, which Feng Zhe had dismissed as modesty. Now, seeing this sword that could cut through anything, he realized Elcid had spoken truthfully.

“Izō, I have urgent matters to discuss with the Pope. It concerns the fate of this era!”

Feng Zhe had no choice but to attempt dialogue.

“I have nothing to say to you!”

Izō’s sacred sword slashed down again, this time leaving a white scratch on Athena’s shield.

Seeing the mark, Feng Zhe knew it was inevitable—they would have to fight.

Corpse Qi!

Slash!

The sacred sword cleaved the Corpse Qi in two…

Galactic Star Explosion!

Clang!

The stars above Feng Zhe’s head were cut in half by the sacred sword…

Izō sneered, “Looks like you, Pope, know many secret techniques?”

Feng Zhe’s expression grew cold as he suddenly became serious. “If I don’t show you my true strength, you won’t know how formidable I am!”

Izō raised his sword. “Then let’s see!”

Suddenly, behind Feng Zhe appeared the image of an altar seat star map, so vivid it seemed tangible!

In an instant, Feng Zhe teleported before Izō, who was stunned, and slapped the sacred cloth on his palm.

Sacrifice!!

Strip!!

Feng Zhe was using the special ability granted by Athena: stripping.

Among the 88 Gold Saints, there are four unique Saints. One is the Crater Saint’s Holy Grail, which, when drunk, rapidly restores stamina and can reveal the future.

The altar seat’s greatest power is to strip away a Saint’s Cloth.

Though Izō was strong, Feng Zhe’s cosmos had attained the Eighth Sense, overwhelmingly surpassing him.

Izō suddenly felt his Cloth losing control, his cosmos seeming to falter.

Before he could react, his Capricorn Cloth disintegrated and reformed in midair into its original form.

Izō was astonished, but no matter how he called, the Cloth would not return to his body.

Regaining his composure, Izō looked seriously at Feng Zhe. “Even without my Cloth, I can still cut you down!”

This time, Feng Zhe smiled. “Then try me!”