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"I understand. I'll inform the Master."
Lu Yinghua nodded slightly, but his cold expression and eyes filled with disgust were constantly radiating malice towards Erica.
Undoubtedly, this guy's sexual orientation was normal, but Luo Hao's utterly inappropriate "guidance" made him completely loathe arrogant women.
And Erica happened to be in this category.
"If there's nothing else, please feel free to leave."
He waved his hand slightly, as if speaking in a tone just chasing away mosquitoes, from his eyes.
This man truly did not want to stay by Erica's side for even a moment, as if such an arrogant girl was not worth mentioning.
"Of course, it would be best if you could leave our sphere of influence as soon as possible."
Lu Yinghua said mercilessly, then without waiting for Erica's response, he walked directly towards the martial artists waiting nearby.
"He truly isn't a gentleman at all."
Erica couldn't help but sigh softly, and a hint of resentment immediately appeared on her face.
However, to carry out Gilgamesh's order, she decided not to complain further.
Thinking this, she let out a light sigh and randomly strolled aimlessly.
A few hours later, on the peak of Mount Lu's Peak 913.
It was a small hut that, though not dilapidated, appeared extremely simple.
Perhaps, no one would associate it with the only six God Slayers in the world, the strongest Devil Kings.
However, this was also precisely the residence of the Pope of the Five Sacred Demon Sect, Luo Hao Luo Cuilian, who was also absolutely considered one of the strongest among God Slayers.
Leaving aside that obviously ancient and ridiculous name, speaking solely of strength, among the God Slayers, besides Gilgamesh and Voban, there was no one strong enough to be her opponent.
Even in the way of the sword, the King of Swords, Doni, who had long surpassed ordinary people in swordsmanship, his skill was merely similar to this woman's.
"Disciple has come to pay respects. Your Holiness, the Holy Cult Master, whose wisdom and courage are unmatched, whose name is as eternal as heaven and earth, whose martial might is boundless, and whose wisdom and compassion illuminate the world, disciple Lu Yinghua wishes master eternal life and to unite the martial world!"
These words, not carrying the slightest hint of politeness, came from the mouth of this brave man.
Of course, in the past, he had also tried to use less subservient language, but the only result was being lightly smacked hundreds of meters away, incidentally leaving a huge deep pit on this Mount Lu.
As for the result, although he had the help of top-level magical techniques, Lu Yinghua still narrowly escaped death.
Indeed, Luo Cuilian did not intend to kill her disciple, but it was estimated that her idea was to use "beating until not dead" as the standard, and then beat to death.
In short, after experiencing that slap, Lu Yinghua undoubtedly remembered his master's slightly embarrassing hobby and never forgot it.
"So, what is it?"
A faint voice came from the small hut, a clear voice, revealing the tenderness of a young girl.
However, undoubtedly, this fellow who had existed since the late Qing Dynasty was already over two hundred years old.
This was merely the power brought by being a God Slayer.
"It's about those two disobedient gods from the island nation."
Lu Yinghua replied calmly, but his expression clearly showed a flicker of fear.
Indeed, no matter who it was, facing such a capricious God Slayer, they would definitely feel fear in advance.
After all, such a blow, capable of shattering mountains and rocks, could descend at any moment. Anyone would feel incomparably terrified.
Such capricious joy and anger, such arbitrary behavior, such absolute unreasonableness.
Luo Hao, Luo Cuilian, was such a person. She was Lu Yinghua's indispensable support at this moment, but also the natural disaster he could not escape.
"That, haven't I said it long ago? If you bother me with such boring things, what will be the consequence? Have you prepared for it?"
A soft, slightly gentle voice came from the small hut.
Though the voice was gentle, it clearly reached Lu Yinghua's ears, even though he was several tens of meters away from the hut.
The ability to transmit sound as a coherent line, for someone like Luo Cuilian, who could contend with Li Shuwen in martial arts, was effortless.
"No, Master, please wait!"
In an instant, Lu Yinghua's handsome face instantly turned pale, and drops of sweat dripped from his forehead.
Undoubtedly, he did not want to suffer his master's profound 'guidance' again.
"This message came from that newly born God Slayer named Gilgamesh."
These words were uttered from the man's mouth, his anxious tone light and easy to understand, showcasing his fear.
Indeed, if he had spoken a little slower and been beaten into a full body of broken bones and tendons, that would have been too humiliating.
It was as if that monstrous woman was carefully thinking. There was no sound at all from the small hut.
And Lu Yinghua, kneeling in front of the small hut, at this moment dared not even wipe the sweat from his face.
However, a moment later, the woman named Luo Hao still slowly spoke.
"Gilgamesh, that seventh King?"
Her tone still carried a hint of gentleness, but no one would doubt her strength.
"That's right, but now it's already the sixth King."
A slightly bitter tone, spoken from Lu Yinghua's mouth.
"As for the original sixth King, Doni, the King of Swords, he was challenged a few days ago and killed at Milan Airport."
His voice trembled. That was fear towards the Devil Kings. Lu Yinghua clearly understood the King of Swords' strength, and also knew that man's pursuit of swordsmanship.
It could be said that in terms of swordsmanship, the King of Swords could even be mentioned alongside his revered Master Luo Hao.
However, such a fellow, who had slain four disobedient gods, was killed by Gilgamesh with ease.
Moreover, that man didn't even use his Authority to kill Doni, the King of Swords, who had exhausted all his techniques.
"Like this, then."
A slightly bewildered tone came from the small hut, but it also carried an inexplicable sense of danger.
"Then, it seems that so-called Gilgamesh wants to use me as an aid to conquer Youmian."
These words, spoken from the woman's mouth, suppressed anger, making Lu Yinghua's face turn pale.
"No, this is fine. As long as he can kill that disgrace, that Disobedient Sun Wukong, letting this fellow borrow my prestige is not a big deal compared to such a disgrace."
After a brief moment of thought, these words were softly transmitted.
"Then, disciple will take his leave first."
Lu Yinghua said anxiously, his face even paler.
Undoubtedly, at this moment, he had already been placed within Luo Hao's "sphere of influence."
Then, everything he encountered next would be accompanied by an immense aura pressing down on him, as delicate and tender as an artwork.
And faintly, with a hint of sarcasm, arrogant words.
"Such interesting intelligence, yet you concealed it and didn't report it. It seems my guidance has been too lenient."