Jeolson suddenly realized that the situation in the Saint Realm was much more complicated than he had imagined.
"The Silver Throne is the backing of the violet royal family. The Light Throne and the Dark Throne represent the Church of Light and the Dark Church respectively. Then what power is under the Blazing Flame Throne?"
Oswede looked at Jeolson calmly and said, "The Blazing Flame Throne is a member of the Dragon Blood Clan. He is also the most powerful one among the Four Thrones because he has signed an equal contract with the king of the Giant Dragon Clan, making him an enemy. At the same time, he has to be prepared to accept the wrath of the Giant Dragon Clan."
"Hasn't the Dragon Clan always signed a master-servant contract with the Dragon-Blood Clan?"
Oswede looked at Jeolson strangely and said, "You know a lot. But don't forget that in the face of great power, the proud dragon will also choose to compromise."
Jeolson understood, just like how Kokonoro had to sign an equal contract with Connie under his coercion.
It seemed that this great Blazing Throne had been recognized by the Dragon Clan.
"You've just reached the 46th step. Once this news spreads, it'll definitely shake the entire Saint Realm. It'll go far beyond the requirements of the Silver Throne."
Oswede smiled and said, "So it's only right for me to help you now. I'll take you to meet the Silver Throne first."
Jeolson nodded.
The two were about to continue forward 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. She held a golden holy sword in her hand and looked coldly at Jeolson.
Jeolson's gaze trembled slightly.
An angel had descended?
Oswede sighed in a low voice and said with a bitter smile, "This is really troublesome."
"The number one genius of the Church of Light, the Holy Zither."
Oswede looked at the woman and said seriously, "Compared to her, the Silver Hand and the Authority of God are all trash. She is the greatest hope of the Church of Light. The woman who has the potential to challenge the Throne!"
Oswede looked at Jeolson and said, "It is said that she is the reincarnation of the archangel in the heavenly realm, but I don't know if it is true or false."
The reincarnation of the archangel?
Jeolson's eyes flickered. He could not see any imperfection in the woman in front of him.
She seemed to be the creator's proudest work.
"Jeolson Edward?"
The sound of the Holy Zither seemed to come from the heavenly realm. It was extremely pleasant to hear but it did not contain any human emotions. It was indifferent to the extreme.
Jeolson did not say anything. The Holy Zither was his tacit agreement.
"Enemy of the light!"
These words were softly spat out from her plump lips. The sacred sword in the hands of the Holy Zither was raised high.
They were both golden holy lights but the power she displayed was far from what Stanley could compare to.
"Step back."
Jeolson spoke calmly.
Oswede knew that Jeolson was speaking to him. He felt a little aggrieved but there was nothing he could do.
This was the clash between the two great peaks of the Saint Realm. As a Golden Lion, he could only watch the battle.
The energy that the two of them casually released could probably injure him.
They were both geniuses but the gap was too big.
The holy light was like the sword of god, slashing down at Jeolson.
The meteor sword appeared in Jeolson's hand. The white-gold light blossomed, more explosive and sharp than any combat aura in the world.
Without backing down, he charged forward, slicing through layers of the Golden Sword of Holy Light, and shot toward the Holy Zither.
The Holy Zither's expression was calm, and the holy sword in her hand shone even more brightly. She casually shattered the white-gold light.
This was the first time that Jeolson had met an opponent who could block his own white-gold light without backing down.
The wings of light on the Holy Zither flapped gently and endless holy light poured down from the sky, making her aura continue to increase as if there was no end to it.
The terrifying holy light gathered into an ocean, pressing down on the space and making a squeezing sound, as if it was about to collapse at any moment.
Jeolson's expression also became slightly solemn.
His pitch-black eyes gradually dyed golden, as if golden flames were burning in his pupils.
Endless platinum light gathered on the meteor sword and the sharp aura of this epic longsword was forcefully dug out.
It was as if Jeolson was holding a platinum sun in his hand.
When he clashed with the Holy Zither, it was even more dazzling than the holy light!
The sea-like holy light poured to Jeolson's side and was cut open by the invisible and sharp aura of the platinum light.
It was as if there was a high peak isolated in the sea. It was still standing in the same place despite being attacked by waves and hurricanes.
Jeolson raised his hand.
Finally, there was a trace of fluctuation in the Holy Zither's eyes. She raised the Golden Holy Sword. The entire Sea of Holy Light was mobilized and slowly rolled down toward Jeolson.
Jeolson's golden eyes flickered, as brilliant as the stars.
He took a fierce step in the void, and a sharp explosion sounded in the air.
Jeolson's figure rushed forward and the platinum sword easily tore open the Sea of Holy Light, stepping on the waves.
The Holy Zither's eyes flickered. The holy sword waved and the Sea of Holy Light suddenly stopped.
Jeolson felt that the resistance he was facing suddenly increased by many times.
He had been walking in the water but now he felt like he was trapped in rock.
If he wanted to move forward, he had to split the mountain apart.
A word suddenly came to his mind.
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 into rocks.
In the domain, I was a god.
However, the harp was only a prototype of a domain.
No, it couldn't even be considered as the embryonic form.
This was because Jeolson could still break through.
The platinum sword light suddenly blossomed and the air seemed to produce a loud shattering sound.
The solidified Sea of Holy Light was unable to stop Jeolson's footsteps.
The distance between the two continued to shrink.
Jeolson suddenly felt that the resistance in front of him immediately lessened. The solidified Sea of Holy Light disappeared, turning into countless white threads that twined around Jeolson.
The Holy Zither also rushed over with the sacred sword in her hand. She seemed like she wanted to strike Jeolson with her strongest attack.
Amazing!
Jeolson could not help but exclaim in his heart.
Just these few moves, the strength that the Holy Zither had displayed far surpassed the strength of an ordinary peak-stage saint-level.
She had already touched the realm of god and had begun to attempt to construct the embryonic form of her domain.
If it was an ordinary peak-stage saint-level, it would have long since been imprisoned in the Holy Zither's Sea of Holy Light, becoming a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
With a wave of his hand, the platinum sword light sliced through the invisible threads formed by the Holy Light.
His gaze became calm. He did not advance any further. Instead, he looked directly at the approaching figure of the Holy Zither.
He lightly swung his sword.
The white-golden light was extremely resplendent and turned into a streak of sword light that shot out.
It broke through the void and—wherever it went—layers of space were shattered, leaving a black trail behind the white-golden light.
The Holy Zither's pupils suddenly contracted as endless holy light gathered towards her.