Chapter 36: The Enraged Little Lion

Sensing the furious wrath of the little lion, the Destroyer Ate involuntarily took a step back, then was seized by a feeling of humiliation and shouted out in rage.

“Bastard! Go to hell!”

Catastrophe of Fury!

Ate suddenly unleashed her entire cosmos, pushing it to the limit, and a massive wave of energy materialized from nothing. This pillar of light possessed the power to annihilate heaven and earth, instantly uprooting the surrounding trees. The ensuing shockwave, capable of destroying all, crashed onto Regulus without mercy.

“She possesses the strength of a Gold Saint!”

Feng Zhe’s expression grew grave, and he prepared to intervene. Yet, he saw that Regulus, who had just been struck, still stood firmly, though blood trickled from the corner of his mouth and he appeared battered.

“He’s not dead?!”

The Destroyer Ate stared in astonishment at the five-year-old child who had survived her ultimate attack. What kind of prodigy could withstand her most powerful technique?

Regulus was only five years old—too young even to don the golden cloth. But behind him, the constellation of Leo shone as if he were surrounded by stars, so close and always brimming with lethal power.

Regulus recalled his father’s teachings: to sense the power of nature, to realize that before its might, everything else was insignificant. Suddenly, a moment of insight dawned on him, and his cosmos surged and concentrated. He shouted loudly.

The Lion’s Great Scythe!

A gigantic scythe, formed entirely of radiant light, appeared above his head and then swung down. At once, the scythe became like the blade of the Grim Reaper, harvesting lives. In her terror, Ate was cleaved in two by the mighty weapon.

When all was settled, Ate lay on the ground, her face twisted with unspeakable fear, a testament to how deeply she had loved this world in life.

Regulus gasped for breath, his body utterly depleted. Seeing Ate dissolve into a sinister sprite and vanish, he collapsed to the ground.

“So powerful!”

Not only could Ate not withstand the Lion’s Great Scythe, even Feng Zhe might not be able to, and that was uncertain. Yet Feng Zhe also noticed Regulus’s weakness: simply put, he was too young. His cosmos was too strong for his body, and each use was a severe test for him.

He stepped forward and said, “Regulus, until you come of age, don’t use techniques that require the Seventh Sense.”

Regulus glanced at Feng Zhe and replied, “I know that already!”

Feng Zhe wasn’t angered by the retort. He continued, “Especially when you’re completely depleted—if you force it again, your body may be the first to collapse.”

“Thanks for your nagging—you sound like an old lady!”

Feng Zhe still wasn’t annoyed, merely smiling as he spoke, “Such a rebellious child…”

“If you don’t want to be sent flying, shut up!”

Regulus’s eyes were like those of a true feline, filled with danger. Feng Zhe shrugged and continued on his way.

This time, Regulus walked alongside Feng Zhe, seeming to accept him as a teammate.

…

They had barely taken a few steps when a powerful explosion sounded in the distance, followed by a massive earthquake. The tremor toppled all the large trees nearby, and it was a long while before calm returned.

The Temple of Repalus was destroyed completely in the quake.

After recovering, the two ventured deeper and witnessed a scene that Feng Zhe would never forget. Upon a distant lake, a colossal plant stood, its entire form glowing with deep crimson light. Most striking was the enormous bud at its peak, which seemed to contain a humanoid being.

“The creature inside that fruit—is that the physical vessel of the evil god Eris?!”

Feng Zhe stared in astonishment at the immense plant, uncertain whether it was a container or a vessel holding a corpse, like Hades. One thing was clear: a host of evil warriors must be guarding it.

Indeed, as Sisyphus shouted, a golden arrow shot toward the fruit. Seven or eight evil warriors sprang forth, blocking the arrow with their bodies, then dissolving into sinister sprites, vanishing in the air.

The battle raged on. Tong Hu’s Lushan Hundred Dragons’ Domination cleared the surrounding evil warriors; none could withstand even a single round, and he seemed like a god of war.

“We must hurry, or we’ll miss it.”

Regulus leapt forward, his eyes blazing with anticipation and a hint of madness, utterly disregarding Feng Zhe’s earlier warning not to use ultimate techniques recklessly.

“This troublesome child…”

Feng Zhe sighed inwardly and leaped after him.

Previously, battles had been one-on-one; Feng Zhe had never participated in a Saints’ group fight. In such battles, the key was not deadly ultimate moves, but large-scale attacks and a sufficient reservoir of cosmos.

For example, Tong Hu’s Lushan Hundred Dragons’ Domination was single-handedly overwhelming the evil warriors.

Regulus’s Plasma Light Speed Fist was also a large-scale attack, its effect nearly matching Tong Hu’s. Clearly, Sisyphus’s selection of teammates had been wise.

“Even if I die, I won’t let you harm my beloved!”

Orion’s Rigel, battered and covered in wounds, reappeared, evidently defeated. For some reason, Sisyphus had spared his life.

But Sisyphus was too busy to deal with anything else. Feng Zhe leaped forward, landing in front of Orion’s Rigel.

“Your opponent is me now!”

Rigel glared at the unfamiliar Altar Saint, shouting, “Damn it, I don’t have time for you!”

Ghostfire Blaze!

Azure ghost flames formed a powerful column, striking Feng Zhe directly. The ghostfire appeared ordinary, but its temperature was extremely high, said to burn even souls. Orion was known as the strongest Silver Saint partly because of this.

Yet he had underestimated the Altar Saint before him.

Feng Zhe spread his arms, and the round shield in his cloth unleashed a burst of flame. The azure ghostfire and the red flames collided fiercely.

“You don’t know that my ghostfire can burn even flames?!”

Rigel increased his cosmos, and the ghostfire blazed, igniting the flames and setting the surroundings alight.

Rigel’s expression shifted from disdain to seriousness, a bead of sweat trickling down his cheek. His ghostfire fused with Feng Zhe’s red flame. The combined fire then surged back upon him.

“I can’t accept this!”

Rigel was incinerated, reduced to ashes, and in midair only his Silver Cloth of Orion remained.

At that moment, Sisyphus, ready once more, released another golden arrow. This time, no evil warriors could stop him…