Chapter 109: Along the Pacific Coast (Part One)

“Over two centuries without seeing each other, don’t be in such a hurry to leave! How about we have a proper conversation?” Minos enveloped his body with his cosmos, forcibly blocking Aiolia’s attack, and preemptively intercepted Milo.

Beside him, Rhadamanthys did the same, immediately stopping Shura.

As for Aiakos, he set his sights on Aiolia.

Milo and the other two stared anxiously toward the divine passage soaring in the North American direction, burning with impatience yet utterly helpless.

These three titans were formidable adversaries, impossible to overcome quickly.

They were being held back.

At that moment, two golden streaks of light burst forth from the Sanctuary—the last remaining Virgo and Pisces Gold Saints.

Seeing Shura and the others being blocked by the Specters, Pisces Aphrodite was ready to intervene immediately.

“Don’t waste time here. Let’s head straight to North America!” Virgo Shaka, eyes closed, transmitted a reminder telepathically.

It made no difference who went to North America, but speed was essential—saving lives was like fighting a fire; every moment counted.

“Understood!”

Sensing the urgency, Aphrodite did not object.

On the ground, some Specters tried to stop them, but against two Gold Saints, it was like smashing eggs with a rock.

Shaka and Aphrodite cut through their encirclement like a hot knife through butter.

Though the three underworld titans wanted to intervene, each was confronted by a Gold Saint, leaving no spare strength to block Shaka and Aphrodite.

On the Jamil Plateau, a purple-haired man with distinctive red circular eyebrows looked grave as he watched the towering pillar of light.

He too had received a request for reinforcement from Taurus.

“Guiki, practice well at home. I’m heading out!” he instructed the boy manipulating stones nearby.

“Is Mr. Mu going to help?” the boy asked with bright, wide eyes.

“Focus on your training. Don’t be distracted!” Mu lightly flicked the boy’s head before transforming into a golden streak flying eastward.

Just as he was about to cross the Pacific Ocean, a massive wave hundreds of meters high surged up, blocking his path.

Unable to proceed, Mu stopped at the shore, unwilling to cross directly.

Though the wave was formidable, it was nothing to him.

What concerned him was the powerful cosmos hidden deep within the wave.

“Who dares block my way?” Mu shouted toward the sea.

Sadly, no one answered; only the massive wave roared relentlessly toward the shore.

Boom!

The giant wave slammed down but was stopped about a foot in front of Mu, as if an invisible wall barred any advance.

Clang!

At that moment, an orange figure emerged from the waves, leaping at Mu with fists raised.

Unfortunately, his punches were stopped just like the waves—unable to reach Mu’s body.

“Hahaha, so this is the legendary Aries ‘Crystal Wall’? Quite interesting!” The attacker laughed heartily and withdrew.

Mu frowned at the dark golden armor resembling a Gold Cloth that the man wore.

“Are you one of the Sea Generals?”

According to the Sanctuary records, only the Sea Generals of the Undersea Realm possessed armor like the Gold Saints’, known as “Scale Armor.”

More importantly, the Scale Armor was not only similar in color to the Gold Cloth but also matched its defensive capabilities.

Those who wore them had strength rivaling that of Gold Saints!

“I am Bayard, guardian of the North Pacific!” The man stood on the sea calmly announcing his name.

Shortly after, another powerful cosmos rapidly surfaced from beneath the waves—a Sea General clad in dark golden Scale Armor.

“I am Leo, guardian of the South Pacific!” The newcomer stood beside Bayard, smiling at Mu.

“Are you intending to provoke a war between the Undersea Realm and the Sanctuary ahead of time?” Mu squinted and asked the two.

Sea Generals matched the Gold Saints in power; one alone was tough to handle, two were a real headache.

Fortunately, Mu’s “Crystal Wall” was the strongest defensive technique among the twelve Gold Saints. Facing the combined attack of two Sea Generals, he should be able to hold his own.

But this meant his plan to aid North America was ruined.

“No need to worry so much. We have no intention of going to war with the Sanctuary yet. We just wanted to say hello!” Leo smiled at Mu.

Seeing the meaning behind that smile, Mu knew exactly what these two were up to—they were deliberately causing trouble to hinder him.

Say hello? Not a chance!

Just as Mu’s heart raced anxiously, an elderly, familiar voice accompanied by an immense cosmos approached swiftly from behind.

“Since you want to say hello, then let this old man accompany you two for a chat!”

Without turning around, Mu sensed the cosmos and immediately recognized the newcomer.

“Master Dohko, what brings you down from the Five Old Peaks?” Mu said excitedly while still wary of the two Sea Generals.

“Old age calls for occasional movement to loosen the joints,” the white-browed, white-bearded elder replied with a slow but steady step forward, smiling at Mu.

Bayard and Leo recognized him instantly, their expressions turning serious.

There was a Gold Saint who had survived since the last Holy War; his name was Dohko. This was well-known intelligence to them.

Two centuries had passed, and no one knew to what level he had ascended during that time.

Thus, despite knowing Dohko’s age and frailty, the Sea Generals had never dared set foot on this eastern land.

“You go support North America. I’ll watch over things here—no major trouble will arise!” the old man smiled and told Mu.

“Understood!”

Mu agreed and prepared to leave immediately.

“You old man, aren’t you too arrogant?”

Seeing their presence underestimated, Leo’s smile vanished.

Bayard’s heart also burned with an unnameable fire.

Though they feared Dohko, fear did not mean they would retreat.

They were Sea Generals, embodying the honor of the Undersea Realm and the Sea Emperor. They could never back down before Dohko.

In perfect coordination, Bayard intercepted Mu, while Leo stood before Dohko.

“Youngsters, unaware of your place!”

The old man shook his head ruefully, then with his gaunt, stooped body, struck out a punch—slow but powerful.

“Lushan Rising Dragon Fist”

In an instant, his cosmos transformed into a blue divine dragon that lunged at Leo.

Before the dragon arrived, Leo already felt the terrifying aura that could make anyone tremble.

“What a dreadful cosmos this is!” he said in fear.

Just as the intelligence had reported, Dohko was unbelievably powerful.

Yet, as proud Sea Generals, their pride pushed them to unleash their strongest techniques in response.

“Grizzly Bear Palm Strike.”