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"According to the intelligence at hand, the new king should be in Fusang now."

Lu Yinghua answered this with considerable certainty.

After all, Haramura Makoto had departed via officially arranged routes, so it wasn't difficult for Lu Yinghua's family to find out about this matter.

"Very well, prepare for a trip to Fusang. We'll set off immediately."

Lu Yinghua's face immediately fell. He knew it would be like this. He knew that upon hearing of someone with such high martial skill, his master would definitely not miss the chance to compete with them.

But now, he had no choice.

"Master, if you are preparing to go to Fusang, your disciple has something to report."

"What is it?"

A hint of impatience had already appeared on Luo Hao's face, and her temper was starting to brew.

"It's like this, Master."

"Marquis Voban seems to be preparing to go to Fusang as well, to conduct a ritual to summon a god who does not yield."

If Luo Hao had no intention of going to Fusang, it wouldn't matter whether Lu Yinghua reported this or not.

But since Luo Hao was already preparing to go to Fusang, if Lu Yinghua knew about it and didn't report it, he would be purely courting death.

"Oh?"

Twirling the remaining half of the jade flute in her hand, the corners of Luo Hao's lips raised into an absolutely stunning smile.

Then, she casually threw the jade flute, and with a sharp sound of piercing through the air, the jade flute directly pierced deeply into a hundred-year-old pine tree on the cliff wall.

"That makes it even more interesting."

"It's a good opportunity to settle the grudges with that old thing as well."

Originally, going to Fusang was just to witness the new king's martial arts skills, consolidate her position, and let people know that her title of Martial Arts King was not just for show.

It just so happened that Marquis Voban, that old wolf, was also going to Fusang.

Wasn't this just perfect?

Luo Hao didn't actually have many wishes in her life. After all, with her strength, she could immediately achieve anything she wanted to do.

Therefore, the few things that she couldn't do became her wishes.

Among them, completely eliminating Marquis Voban, this compatriot, was one of her wishes.

As the two most ancient godslayers in the world, their strengths were also among the best.

But as the demon kings of this world, each demon king had their own pride. Who would admit to being inferior to others?

Especially the Martial Arts King Luo Hao, her pride was even greater.

Because of this, Luo Hao had engaged in countless battles with Marquis Voban in the past.

The result was always a draw.

Her martial arts were superb, and Marquis Voban was better at developing his authorities.

If it was just like this, it wouldn't have become her obsession.

But it just so happened that even though the ending was always a draw, it was somehow rumored that Luo Hao was always inferior to Marquis Voban.

How could the proud Luo Hao willingly accept this?

Killing Marquis Voban, becoming the strongest in the true sense, and shutting the mouths of those who were gossiping in their hearts (those who said it out loud were all dead) became her obsession.

Luo Hao had her own pride. She must be the strongest one.

"Ying'er, I'm tired. You may leave now, and remember to arrange the trip."

"...Yes, Master!"

Lu Yinghua heavily kowtowed, even drawing blood from his head, and then eagerly dragged his seriously injured body, staggering step by step, towards the foot of Mount Lu.

Actually!

Although his master's torment had caused him to be a little psychologically twisted at this age.

But psychological twistedness didn't mean he was a pervert.

He also didn't want such a tragedy to happen in the world, even if that place was Fusang.

After all, this was a grand occasion where three godslayers gathered together, possibly plus gods who do not yield.

Such a scene, there would definitely be no successors, but there would definitely be no predecessors.

Could this island nation, which was already geologically unstable, really withstand the torment of these guys?

Lu Yinghua sighed softly.

In fact, if he hadn't reported to Luo Hao, there probably wouldn't have been so many unnecessary things.

But if he didn't report it, he would probably be the one to die.

He was indeed unwilling, but the premise was that it couldn't harm him.

"Better to let a friend die than let me die!"

Fusang, a country with a tragic fate!

...

Naples, abandoned district.

A beautiful white girl walked towards this place.

This was a white girl of about twelve, thirteen, or fourteen years old.

Honey-colored curly hair, a proper and beautiful face.

She looked like an unparalleled doll maker who had exhausted all her efforts to create the best doll.

She was wearing a black, mourning-like dress. Although this kind of clothing was inconvenient to move in, she came to the center of the ruins without slowing down.

Then, she stopped at a building that had been cut open.

Behind the girl was a cloaked, illusory figure.

"Guinevere, this is it."

"Okay, Uncle."

Guinevere stopped her steps, curiously looking around her, and then this curiosity turned into emotion.

"Could it be that the god who does not yield who is descending this time is a god-king level god who does not yield?"

She had really seen a lot of scenes after the battles between godslayers and gods who do not yield.

But to reach this level.

How should I put it, it's very rare.

The entire city was almost directly abandoned, with huge pits everywhere, lava flows everywhere, and broken walls.

The figure that Guinevere called Uncle was a woman.

She was wearing a cloak that covered her figure, and the edge of the cloak vaguely showed golden hair.

Even if she was wearing a cloak, it could be seen that this woman had a good figure.

She was the god of war from ancient times, the prototype of Lancelot in British legends, and a very rare steel goddess.

But now she was not a true god who does not yield, but only a shadow that remained in this world, protecting Guinevere.

She could exert a certain degree of Lancelot's power, but not all of it.

It was at this time that Lancelot's figure floated into the sky, wandered around in the sky a few times, and finally returned to Guinevere and stood still.

"Guinevere, that godslayer is not ordinary."

"This is the first time I've seen such sword energy."

Lancelot, who had finished investigating the situation, also made a surprised sound.

"Why do you say that?"

Guinevere was a little puzzled.

Lancelot didn't speak, but just stretched out her finger and pointed to a faint black line in the sky.

"Look carefully there, what can you find?"

Following Lancelot's finger, Guinevere looked towards that side, her brows furrowing deeply.

After a while, Guinevere's tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

"That seems to be, the Netherworld?"

As the original earth mother god, now a divine ancestor, Guinevere's identity had fallen, and she had lost many, many memories, but her knowledge was still there.

The aura flowing out of that crack was precisely the aura of the Netherworld.

"That's right, it's the Netherworld."

Lancelot confirmed Guinevere's answer, but then the next question came.

"The Netherworld is correct, which also verifies that the rumors that the godslayer split the world with a sword and cut down the Netherworld are true."

"But, do you still remember how many days have passed?"

Lancelot looked at Guinevere earnestly, and Guinevere was also stunned for a moment, and then showed an unbelievable expression.

"That's right, it's been almost a week, why hasn't the world completely repaired itself yet?"

Opening up a passage to the Netherworld?

In fact, this matter was not difficult to do, and even many authorities could do this.

But the speed of repair was also extremely fast.

For example, just opening up a hole the size of one person would only take a few seconds for the world to repair it.

But so much time had passed, why was the wound still so close to being completely healed.

This explained one thing.

The wound caused by that godslayer at that time was too big, and the Great Dao needed a full week to completely repair it.

"In fact, it's not just that, the reason for this is that the atoms in that space have been shattered."

"Swordsmanship that shatters atoms?"

Even if she was not a martial god, she could clearly know what it meant to do this.

"He will become the biggest obstacle to the plan."

In just the next second, Guinevere made such a decision.

Guinevere was a divine ancestor who served the Last King.

With the different name of Guinevere, she herself was the wife of King Arthur in mythology.

However, her true identity was one of the ancient earth mothers, a white goddess who had not even left her name.

Guinevere was just her replacement.

She served the Last King, had sworn an oath, to follow that savior who would destroy the demon king with all her remaining life.

However, just hundreds of years ago, the Last King suffered a heavy blow in the last great purge, lost a large amount of memory, and was sealed, losing his trace.

This led to Guinevere having to embark on a journey to find the Last King.

The divine ancestor was really too weak.

It just so happened that after the divine ancestor was killed, she would also explode the authority that the godslayer liked the most.

Until now, with Lancelot's protection, she could still wander around in this world at will.

But if there was such a demon king who could shatter atoms, even Lancelot would not be able to protect her.

It was not an important thing for her to die.

What was really important was that the unsealing of the Last King would become far away.

"I am going to transform into a god who does not yield, Guinevere, my current power is not enough to protect you."

"Uncle, the risk of this is too great."