Chapter 014: Clash

But soon, Wang Bo shook his head.

Wang Bo was quite clear about Hela's strength; the Goddess of Death lived up to her name. Even if she couldn't defeat this otherworldly Hades, she shouldn't have lost so miserably.

Wang Bo's gaze shifted to Hades, as if searching for something.

Sure enough, a faint figure appeared behind Hades—it was Hela, who had just vanished.

Hades seemed not to notice this; instead, he lowered his raised longsword and sneered, "Fools will always be fools."

A longsword appeared in Hela's right hand, and she swung it lightly, causing no ripples, effortlessly slicing across Hades' neck.

Hades' sneer instantly froze on his face, but Wang Bo did not sense Hades' fall; instead, a cataclysmic death aura erupted from Hades, sending Hela flying with a thunderous boom.

Hades turned, glaring at the disheveled Hela, his eyes burning with rage that could almost kill her.

"You dare to harm my body! You lowly goddess dare to harm my body!!!"

He was nearly driven mad with fury.

Apart from the War of the Gods, no one had ever been able to harm his body.

A goddess who came from nowhere dared to harm his body—utterly unforgivable.

"I will tear out your soul and make you suffer eternal damnation!"

The enraged Hades no longer concealed his power; a狂暴 and terrifying force was unleashed, shaking the underworld, as an endless storm of death aura gathered within him.

This Hades was ten times, a hundred times more terrifying than before.

Wang Bo finally understood what the Angel of Death meant: the gods of heaven could not match Hades in the underworld, meaning that in the underworld, Hades possessed inexhaustible power.

Even more terrifying, the underworld seemed to be one with Hades; as long as the underworld was not destroyed, Hades would not die.

Killing Hades was equivalent to destroying the underworld.

If Hades died, the underworld would collapse; and if the underworld collapsed, Hades would also be doomed.

Thus, Hades had no conventional weakness.

Neither destroying his heart nor cutting off his head could kill Hades. Only by erasing Hades' body and soul completely, leaving not a trace, could he be killed.

But then, the underworld would also collapse.

Bang!

With a loud explosion, Wang Bo could sense that with Hades going all out, Hela was struggling; she was sent flying time and again, smashing through one mountain peak after another.

She was no match for Hades.

If it were elsewhere, Hades might not be able to defeat Hela, but here in the underworld, with the support of the entire underworld's power, Hades could exert three hundred, five hundred percent of his strength.

But Hela could not.

So she was badly beaten.

However, it was not easy for Hades to kill Hela anytime soon; after all, she was a Goddess of Death.

Realizing she was no match for Hades, Hela immediately thought of retreat.

After several exchanges with Hades, seemingly fighting to the death, she suddenly feigned an attack, dodged Hades' strike, and attempted to flee.

The King of Hell, however, let out a cold laugh. 'The entire underworld is my territory. Where do you think you can run? You can't escape.'

He let out a loud shout, and the space of the underworld rippled layer by layer, the formless space transforming into barriers that blocked Hela's path.

Hela was instantly trapped, unable to flee even if she grew wings.

The King of Hell rode his bone dragon in pursuit. 'Die, bitch!'

Hela conjured a long sword from her palm, enhancing its quality with the Glory Hand, and parried the King of Hell's attack, but the immense force sent her crashing to the ground.

Like a meteor striking the earth, she shattered the ground, creating a crater hundreds of meters wide.

'How long are you going to stand there watching?' Hela staggered to her feet, spat out blood, and said, 'Do you really want to see me beaten to death by him?'

Wang Bo, hiding nearby, knew these words were meant for him. But why should he go out and solve the trouble Hela had caused herself?

Wang Bo simply stayed hidden and ignored her.

Of course, he wouldn't let Hela be killed. He wanted to teach her a lesson, to wait until she was half dead before making a grand entrance to save her.

Wang Bo's plan was good, but he overlooked one deity.

Upon hearing Hela's words, the King of Hell instantly became vigilant. At their level, no one spoke without reason.

So he searched carefully several times and finally found Wang Bo's hiding place.

'I didn't expect there to be a little mouse here.'

A hint of mockery appeared on the King of Hell's handsome face. 'Did you think this little mouse could save you? You underestimate me.'

The King of Hell rode his bone dragon toward Wang Bo. Wang Bo knew he had been exposed and sighed helplessly. In an instant, he shot into the sky and threw a punch.

Light Speed Fist!

The King of Hell hadn't expected Wang Bo's punch to be so fierce. Caught off guard, he was sent flying, and his bone dragon, not even having time to whimper, was shattered by Wang Bo's Light Speed Fist, disintegrating into atoms.

'How dare you!!!'

The King of Hell flew into a rage. The death aura around him boiled, transforming into giant hands, each as huge as a mountain, mercilessly crashing down toward Wang Bo.

Wang Bo used the same move again: Light Speed Fist!

Without the suppression of the Saint Seiya world's divine barriers, the power of the Light Speed Fist was fully unleashed, beyond imagination. With his current strength, one punch could shatter a continental shelf.

The death aura hands controlled by the King of Hell were shattered by Wang Bo's Light Speed Fist before they could even get close.

Wang Bo pushed his Cosmo to the peak of the Seventh Sense, moving at light speed. In a thousandth of a second, he closed in on the King of Hell, his fists raining down like a storm on the King of Hell's body.

Then, Wang Bo retreated like lightning.

The King of Hell stared at Wang Bo in disbelief. His body exploded in an instant, turning into a rain of blood, with only his head remaining intact.

But the next second, the rain of blood flew back and reassembled into the King of Hell's body.

Wang Bo let out a breath. As expected, killing the King of Hell was no easy task.

The King of Hell's face darkened. He had been too careless, never expecting to be bitten by a little mouse. Especially that speed—ordinary gods could never achieve such terrifying speed.

'But if you think this level of power can defeat me, you're too naive.'

The King of Hell raised his sword and waved it lightly.

In the void, crisscrossing black sword marks appeared like tidal waves, surrounding Wang Bo from all directions, instantly engulfing him.