"No, you aren't qualified! Only I am qualified."
A cold voice came from behind them. It was Hela, who had returned after leaving. She had just finished arranging Odin's body.
She had placed it beneath the throne in Asgard Palace, preserving it with divine power, before rushing to the battlefield.
Now that the father she had been so determined to avenge was dead, it seemed there was no longer much point in her living.
Whether Earth would survive or not, Asgard's future would be left to Thor.
The ones she should seek revenge against were these so-called Creator Gods. Not only for Odin, but also to vent the resentment she had harbored for hundreds of years.
Zhang Yang truly could not bear to watch. They were simply going to their deaths.
Other than him, who on Earth could stand against gods?
"Enough. Stop fighting over it," Zhang Yang said sternly.
Hela, Wanda, and the others all looked at Zhang Yang, unable to understand why he was stopping them.
The Ancient One looked at Zhang Yang somewhat despondently. She knew he did not want them to throw their lives away in meaningless sacrifice.
Zhang Yang walked up to The Ancient One and gently hugged his master before releasing her and speaking.
"Master, let me do this myself. Your disciple has grown up. I can't keep hiding behind everyone else."
The Ancient One looked at Zhang Yang with a dim expression. She understood the gap between them and the gods, and she also knew that only Zhang Yang possessed the strength to confront those Creator Gods.
"Disciple, thank you for your effort... Your master is too weak. I can't help you with anything."
Deep in her heart, Zhang Yang would always be her disciple. Even if his strength had already surpassed hers,