Multiverse's Holy Right

"May the Sect Master hear me out?"

Roy spoke after blocking Luo Hao's attempt.

Facing this self-proclaimed supreme leader, Roy couldn't help but feel a sense of resignation. He had even prepared himself for a full-scale battle with her. Roy was not one to tolerate others acting high and mighty while disregarding him entirely—and Luo Hao was precisely that kind of person. Their compatibility was far from ideal.

"As someone of equal standing to me, you are naturally free to speak your mind before me. However, you must weigh every word carefully—lest they bring disgrace to the name of Luo Hao."

Sect Master Luo Hao stood with one hand behind her back, like a peerless master from a wuxia novel, her voice as enchanting as a celestial maiden plucking the strings of a zither.

Hearing her words, Roy exhaled slightly. It seemed that while this Sect Master was self-centered, she was far from foolish—she wouldn't recklessly provoke enemies while fully aware of their strength.

"I once heard that Sect Master Luo Hao was dissatisfied with how this island nation bound the Monkey King with secret arts. You attempted to break the spell in Kyoto to slay that Heretic God, but failed due to lacking a specific method."

Roy tentatively asked, fearing this woman might fly into a rage over such a trivial matter of her past failure. If she truly were that petty, he could only sigh helplessly and prepare to battle this Eastern Cult Leader.

However, should it come to that, Roy would hold nothing back. He would exert his full strength to slay Luo Hao here and now. For someone as dangerous as her, Roy wouldn't show mercy just because she was a woman—or even a peerless beauty.

"If anyone else dared mention this before me, I would cut out their tongue. But the King of a Foreign Land… Hmm, you are Roy Crowley, yes? My disciple once spoke of you. Since it's you bringing this up, I, Luo Hao, am not so petty as to vent my anger over my own defeat."

Hearing Luo Hao's words, Roy inwardly laughed. What nonsense about not venting anger—it was only because his strength made this Cult Leader powerless against him. If Roy had been an ordinary, powerless man mentioning this, the ruthless Cult Leader would have undoubtedly followed through on her threat and cut out his tongue.

Thus, power was the prerequisite for equal dialogue. Just as weak nations had no diplomacy, the same principle applied to individuals. Only when both sides were sufficiently strong could they converse. If one were too weak, who would bother wasting words?

Of course, this world certainly had those who possessed power yet preferred reasoning with others. But neither Roy nor Luo Hao were such people. They were the type to test friendship through martial prowess—bullying the weak but unafraid of the strong. They would impose their reasoning on others, never the other way around.

Roy retracted his earlier thoughts. He realized he and Luo Hao actually shared some common ground.

"As you said, Crowley, I, Luo Hao, once suffered defeat in this tiny island nation, unable to break the seal called 'Bimawen' due to lacking the divine authority and blood of the Dragon-Snake… The Divine Ancestor by your side belongs to the Dragon-Snake lineage. Bringing her here means you already know this—why bother asking me?"

By the end, Luo Hao sounded displeased, feeling Roy was deliberately reopening old wounds. A dangerous glint flickered in the Cult Leader's eyes. If Roy were truly mocking her, no matter how strong he was, Luo Hao would fight him first and discuss the rest later.

But Roy had no intention of battling her. Even if he killed her, he couldn't usurp her authorities—fighting her would be all pain and no gain. The Roy of the past might have sought to learn from Luo Hao's martial arts, but after Scáthach's training, he no longer had such needs.

"I brought Asherah here precisely for that seal. However, Cult Leader, your methods are too ruthless. I promised Asherah she wouldn't die here. So while I'll assist you in using Dragon-Snake blood and divine authority to break the seal, it's better if I personally conduct the ritual."

Roy spoke unhurriedly.

Cult Leader Luo Hao glanced at Asherah, studying the fallen ancient goddess, then laughed in understanding. "...Very well. So this Divine Ancestor is your cherished possession. In that case, I, Luo Hao, naturally won't take what belongs to another."

With the insight of a sect leader, how could she not discern the relationship between Roy and Asherah? She found nothing strange about it, nor did she scorn Roy's actions.

Born in the feudal society of the Qing Dynasty, she considered it perfectly normal for men to have multiple wives and concubines, and for those in power to indulge in all pleasures. In fact, if someone were to spout nonsense like "with great power comes great responsibility," the sect leader would fly into a rage.

To her, those who possessed strength and authority should act as they pleased, reigning supreme over all—that was her creed.

"Since you, Crowley, have offered your own cherished one to shed blood for my cause, I, Luo Hao, am no shameless wretch devoid of honor. Were it anyone else, I would speak of rewarding them, but such words would only disgrace your name as a King. Tell me, is there anything you require of me, Luo Hao? If it is within my power, I shall spare no effort to fulfill it, even at the cost of my life!"

The haughty sect leader burst into laughter, and with just these simple words, Roy found himself growing fond of her. Though ruthless and stubborn, she was a true hero at heart.

"There is nothing I need you to do for me. If I ever face a challenge, I will overcome it with my own hands... However, there is one thing I ask of you."

"Speak!"

"When the seal is broken, and the Monkey King is freed, I wish to compete with you fairly—to see which of us can slay him and seize his authority."

Roy raised his head and declared his intent.

"Hahahaha!! So you wish to use my sorcery to release the Monkey King, all for the sake of stealing his authority for yourself!"

"Exactly!"

"Good, good, splendid!! Roy Crowley, your audacity is commendable! I, Luo Hao, admire such an answer. That is the bearing of a king, the path of a conqueror! I care not for the Monkey King's authority—only that his imprisonment by the people of this far-eastern island nation is an affront to my dignity. If you desire his power, I, Luo Hao, have no fear of competing with you!!"

The Eastern sect leader laughed heartily, her gaze filled with appreciation as she looked at Roy. Then, her eyes shifted to Athena standing beside him.

"Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and War—merely seeing you here fills me with the urge to turn heaven and earth upside down, to test whether your martial prowess surpasses mine. But today is not the time for our clash. Meeting you, Crowley, is an occasion worthy of celebration!"

"...Crowley, I permit you to accompany me, this sect leader, as we journey to Kyoto, where the Monkey King lies sealed."

Luo Hao's voice brimmed with grandeur, befitting her title as the unrivaled overlord of the martial world.

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