The saint is angry!

Feeling the terrifying pressure spreading across the five realms, countless immortals and gods who were originally high and mighty trembled in fear.

For so many years, the battles between the saints have lasted for who knows how many years.

I still remember that the last time saints fought was during the Conferred God Period, when the Patriarch Tongtian set up the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

The last time was the battle for divine power between the Zeus and Kronos factions.

The last time before that was...

If you think about it carefully, any quasi-saint can destroy an entire domain, but in front of a saint he is just the most common unit of measurement.

Any saint can create and destroy a large number of quasi-saints with just a thought.

But if you think about it carefully, it is really a fluke that the saints have lived in harmony for so long and have always been safe and sound.

At this moment, Bai Ye's desire to rescue Sisyphus and Prometheus directly angered Zeus on Mount Olympus.

As the king of all living things, it has been a long time since anyone dared to disobey him like this.

Apollo turned around with some fear and looked at Mount Olympus, which was covered by thick dark clouds.

Of course he understood that this was the work of Zeus, the king of gods who possessed power over the sky and thunder.

"You should leave quickly." Apollo looked at Bai Ye and the others and advised: "The God King has already shown his wrath. Leave as soon as possible before he punishes you."

But before he could say a few words, Apollo saw the crumbling wall of air behind Bai Ye begin to close, and then became extremely solid again. It was obvious that it was not going to let Bai Ye leave easily.

"It seems that your God King is not going to let me leave." Bai Ye smiled and said to Sun Wukong: "Next, go west. After passing the obstacles between the human world and the underworld, Sisyphus is trapped on the mountain."

"What you need to do is to save him, and then make him the one who spreads the scriptures, and work with Prometheus to spread the scriptures throughout the five realms."

"It may take thirty to fifty years at the fastest, or even a thousand to eight hundred years at the slowest. As long as you take one step at a time and are sincere in your thoughts, you will surely turn danger into safety and achieve your dreams."

As Bai Ye spoke, he gently transferred the two Tibetan scriptures into Sun Wukong's brain and asked him to spread them throughout the five realms.

"Then Great Sage..." Sun Wukong asked.

"Of course we have to go to Mount Olympus and make the stubborn King of the Gods change his mind." Bai Ye said, looking at Apollo: "Please let the God of Light lead the way."

"Crazy." Apollo was deeply frightened. Why should a quasi-saint change the saint's mind? Was it because of his handsomeness?

"It doesn't seem impossible..." Apollo set his eyes on Bai Ye.

Just standing there, it was like the first gentle light in the morning. His facial features were so delicate that even the most skilled sculptor could not carve them out, and every line just outlined his unparalleled handsomeness.

Although Apollo is not a talented person, he has the title of the most handsome man in the entire southern region, and everyone who sees him praises his handsome appearance.

But after seeing Bai Ye, one can clearly feel the gap between the two sides. Bai Ye's body is not only perfect, but simply beyond the constraints of the laws of physics.

For example, two stones with exactly the same atomic structure arrangement will be exactly the same no matter how they are measured in terms of physical quantities.

But if you ask anyone to judge, as long as they take a look, they will all say that the stone on the left is more beautiful.

This is the terrifying effect when the charm reaches extraordinary level 1.5. It can be said to be something like a succubus, and it is a delight to see it.

In Greek mythology, those who understand the buff effect of good-looking people will understand.

Especially since Zeus himself is an outrageous oddity.

But facing someone like Zeus, even Bai Ye can only say that he feels inferior to him.

Behind them, Sun Wukong and Yang Kaitai were already heading towards the underworld where Sisyphus was.

Bai Ye followed Apollo to Mount Olympus, where an angry saint was waiting for him.

Throughout the Five Realms, countless eyes were focused on the two of them, including not only quasi-saints but also saints.

They wanted to see what would happen to the god who had angered the saint.

Mount Olympus, standing tall under the azure sky, is the intersection of heaven and earth. It is not only the residence of the gods, but also the gathering place of the power of the southern region.

The temple was looming in the clouds and mist, but because of the great power that had just been displayed, the sky above the mountain was shrouded in thick dark clouds, and several dazzling thunders flashed from time to time.

The two of them walked in silence, and in a moment they arrived at the top of the mountain high into the sky.

In the temple of the gods on the top of the mountain, Zeus sat high on a throne made of pure gold, with deep eyes, holding a thunder scepter, his majesty was inviolable.

Standing on both sides were many gods, including Athena, Poseidon, the three goddesses of fate, etc., who obviously wanted to come and see the excitement.

"Here they come." The gods' hearts tensed, and they saw a young man with long hair coming in from the doorway, looking at the Greek gods without fear.

"Greek God King who is high up in the clouds, let's have a duel."

Bai Ye walked in and shouted loudly, with a three-meter-long rope in his hand: "I heard that your strength is greater than the combined strength of all the gods in the Southern Region, so how about we compete to see who has greater strength."

"What is this guy saying?" Everyone was in disbelief. It was simply a fantasy that a quasi-saint wanted to compete with a saint in strength.

Zeus demonstrated his power at the first Olympian Games.

At that time, at the other end of the rope, the gods such as the Sun, the Moon, the Meteor, the Neptune, and the Pluto tried together to pull the other end of the rope, but even so they could not move the rope at all.

And now Bai Ye actually wants to imitate his previous behavior and take the initiative to challenge the saint.

"You want to challenge me." On the throne, Zeus' eyes contained a hint of anger.

He had to admit that Bai Ye was truly an interesting little god, and he had successfully aroused his interest with his words.

Facing Zeus's doubt, Bai Ye held one end of the rope in his right hand and blocked the door of the temple. He looked directly at the gods in the temple and said, "It doesn't matter if you come alone or together. As long as you can use your strength to pull the rope and let me move a step, I will do whatever you want."

"Of course, if I win." Bai Ye showed a slightly morbid smile on his face: "Next, everyone present, please cooperate with me to play a game."

"This time the Saint has to win." Countless quasi-saints watching from the outside world whispered in their hearts.

Even a saint cannot back down from such bold words in order to maintain his dignity.

From ancient times to the present, no quasi-saint has ever dared to compete with a saint.

If it was a contest of beauty it would be fine, but how could it be a contest of strength, which is linked to one's realm? It would be impossible for this saint to lose.

"I accept your challenge."

As he spoke, the tall figure of Zeus had already come down from the throne, holding the Thunder Scepter in his right hand, grabbing the other end of the rope, and was about to exert force.

(End of this chapter)