Chapter 14: The Slope of Hira in the Underworld

If it had been an ordinary person, they would have long been frightened away. Feng Zhe’s expression remained unchanged, showing not the slightest hint of fear. He addressed the Cancer Temple again, “Lord Deathmask, I am Altar Seat Alex. Rookie Saint Seiya has mistakenly entered the Cancer Temple. Please allow him to return; Alex would be deeply grateful!”

“He’s already become a human sculpture. Anyone who enters the Cancer Temple meets only death!”

A cold voice echoed out, accompanied by an extremely chilling and powerful cosmos emanating from within the temple.

“This person is definitely not Deathmask!”

Feng Zhe’s face darkened. Both the tone and the cosmos were utterly different from any Cancer Saint he’d met before. Yet, even if this man was not Deathmask, his power was undoubtedly golden.

Now Feng Zhe was in a bind; there was no option but to force his way through. Gritting his teeth, he rushed inside.

Instantly, a wave of deathly air swept over him.

It was icy cold, seeming to penetrate straight to the bone marrow. Feng Zhe raised his arm and saw a layer of frost already forming over it.

“Those who trespass here die!”

Corpse Gas Underworld Wave!

Feng Zhe hadn’t even glimpsed the attacker. Endless sinister wind blasted from the depths of the Cancer Temple.

It was so fierce that Feng Zhe could barely open his eyes. Then, around him, a massive black hole appeared.

The black hole possessed tremendous suction; anything could be drawn in, even light could not escape.

Feng Zhe was sucked in at once, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself on the famous Slope of Yomotsu Hirasaka.

This was the entrance for souls to the abyss of the underworld—a realm from which, aside from gods and the Cancer Gold Saint, none could escape.

Once a soul entered, the Cancer Gold Saint was akin to a deity, able to slaughter opponents at will.

Feng Zhe looked up and saw Deathmask, Cancer Gold Saint, floating in midair, gazing down like a god.

“You are not Deathmask!”

Deathmask laughed loudly upon hearing Feng Zhe’s words. “Boy, here you have only one fate—death!”

The opponent did not answer, but raised a finger. Strands of corpse gas struck Feng Zhe directly.

Here, the corpse gas was the strongest attack; any soul would be utterly destroyed, unable even to fall into the abyss of hell.

This was the Cancer Gold Saint’s ultimate ability.

As the corpse gas was about to shatter Feng Zhe, suddenly, the sacred fire in his Altar Cloth flared up again.

As soon as the sacred fire appeared, it was as if oil had been poured onto flames—the corpse gas ignited instantly.

At that moment, Feng Zhe felt a sudden enlightenment. A brand-new martial art appeared in his mind.

Sacrifice!

Ghost Blue Flame!

The Cancer Gold Saint possessed a secret technique known as Corpse Gas Ghost Blue Flame, using souls as fuel to generate ghostly fire and burn opponents to ashes.

The previous Cancer Saint, Manigold, had once relied on this ultimate move to display divine might and nearly destroy the powerful god of death.

Feng Zhe’s Sacrifice Ghost Blue Flame was derived from this very technique, except he used sacred fire as the fuel to burn souls.

The ghost blue flame swept forward, startling Deathmask, who plummeted from the air.

“Snap!”

A sound like a snapping string echoed. Feng Zhe saw a completely transparent thread behind Deathmask’s head. The ghost blue flame burned it through.

Deathmask immediately fainted, losing all consciousness.

“Truly worthy of the Altar Seat, renowned as the strongest among Silver Saints.”

A strange voice rang out, and this cosmos was far above Deathmask’s, shocking Feng Zhe.

“Who is it?”

Feng Zhe looked into the distance. An Underworld Warrior appeared there.

“Minos of the Heavenly Noble Star!”

It was Minos, one of the three giants of the Underworld. Whether in power, psychic force, or defense, he was a terrifying presence among Underworld Warriors.

Upon seeing him, Feng Zhe tensed, clenching his fists, ready to fight to the death at any moment.

“No wonder you assist the Pope—you even recognize me. Now, I’m increasingly eager to turn you into a puppet.”

Minos laughed, and the sound was chilling.

Suddenly, a column of light crashed down from above Yomotsu Hirasaka, striking Minos directly.

“A sewer rat dares to run wild in Sanctuary? You’re courting death!”

Saga’s voice resounded, and next, walls of Buddha murals appeared all around Yomotsu Hirasaka.

Tenbu Hourin!

An extraordinarily powerful cosmos erupted in countless golden rays, blasting at Minos’ location.

“Saga and Shaka are working together!”

Feng Zhe’s eyes lit up with joy, knowing he was now safe.

These two top-tier Gold Saints were famous for their strength, and not even Minos of the Heavenly Noble Star could gain any advantage.

Sure enough, as the dust settled, Minos rushed out.

“I underestimated you. Just wait and see!”

Then Minos fled.

Saga and Shaka’s figures appeared on Yomotsu Hirasaka.

“Teacher!”

At that moment, Saga stood with his long blue hair draping his shoulders, gazing at Minos’ retreating figure.

Feng Zhe walked over to check Deathmask and found he was merely unconscious, not in mortal danger, which eased his worries.

“You ruined my plan!”

Feng Zhe was puzzled, unsure why Saga said this.

Shaka, ever patient, explained, “Deathmask was discovered as soon as he returned. We kept silent to probe his intentions.”

Feng Zhe finally understood—they had deliberately left him be.

He scratched his head sheepishly, feeling a little guilty.

Shaka smiled gently and added, “Your disciple is impressive, able to use the Altar Seat’s ultimate Ghost Blue Flame—a move even the previous Altar Saint could not perform.”

Saga snorted coldly, “That’s because Senior Bai Li disdained to practice it; he was already immensely powerful.”

Seeing Saga’s rising displeasure, Feng Zhe hurriedly changed the subject, “Lord Deathmask is awake!”

Indeed, Deathmask slowly regained consciousness, only to find himself at Yomotsu Hirasaka, with Saga, Shaka, and Alex of the Altar Seat all present.

“What are you all doing here?”

“Tell us what you discovered on Crete Island!”

At Saga’s words, Deathmask sprang up.

“There’s a major Underworld Warrior base there!”

Saga and Shaka’s brows furrowed—it seemed the Underworld Warriors had emerged ahead of schedule.

“How many?”

“At least one squad!”

A squad of Saints usually consisted of three to five people. It wasn’t a large escape.

Shaka immediately said, “I’ll go to Crete Island again!”

“Count me in!”

Deathmask, feeling embarrassed, insisted on going as well.

Saga thought it over and agreed.

Shaka added, “After I return from Crete Island, I’ll go to Five Elder Peaks to discuss matters with Master Dohko. Rest assured, what I promised you will certainly be fulfilled!”

Feng Zhe was startled—it seemed Saga and Shaka had reached an agreement.