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That shinobi, wielding a sharp kunai, had already vanished into the shadows.
But could it truly be effective?
The power named 'Boundary' had already enveloped him. The invisible force field had already detected his movements. His previous actions and meaningless mutterings, though from his heart, were merely meant to provoke him into action.
Then.
"He finally poked his head out of that gutter, that damned old rat!"
Lu Yinghua said this with a light sneer, then turned around, extending his right hand towards the figure of that shinobi.
What was he planning to do?
No divine power, let alone a mere ritual.
Was this man actually planning to block this attack with his bare hand?!
A faint smile appeared on the shinobi's face.
What he possessed was the finest kunai, forged by the most skilled blacksmiths and witches.
Not to mention that it was definitely not a sturdy hand. Even the toughest steel could be easily pierced.
So, truly foolish!
Immediately after, the kunai fiercely stabbed forward, but the scene of tearing flesh and bone being severed did not appear.
That hand, stained with flesh and blood from the previous strike, blocked the attack without a hint of tremor.
That extremely sharp kunai shattered.
"Truly, foolish!"
Then, the shinobi heard these words, and along with them, an incomparable force.
He merely extended his fist slightly. That steel fist, covered by the power known as 'Qi', was firmly imprinted on the sharp kunai.
Immediately after, it was the shinobi who was sent flying.
He was violently thrown dozens of meters away, then crashed onto the hard road with a tremendous sound.
Presumably, let alone his bones, even his internal organs were thoroughly pulverized.
"Truly, worthless trash!"
Such arrogant words were spewed from the mouth of this man, who had always been extremely kind.
Crimson blood stained his new Tang suit, and on his fresh blood-stained face, a proud smile was evident.
"A fellow like this can't even make me move my muscles a little. It's truly a land of barbarians, just a bunch of waste like this."
He said this, but in the distance, a huge wave of divine power clearly reached his senses.
"Truly interesting. Is it a disobedient god, or a Godslayer?"
Lu Yinghua said this, and a hint of distress appeared on his face.
"If I were to go forth in such attire, it wouldn't matter much in terms of dignity, but it would definitely be disadvantageous for my master's face."
Saying this, his mouth curved into a deep, bitter smile.
Then, he lightly tapped the road, which had already been pulverized by his strike, and mobilized all his divine power.
Immediately after, Divine Speed!
Divine power surged forth, and the man's figure instantly vanished.
It was a technique similar to spatial teleportation, but its essence was the control of spiritual veins.
However, at this moment, at the distant airport, an extremely dense and gloomy aura permeated.
A few hours ago.
A giant iron bird, carrying a roar, landed on the ground. An old man named Wolpang stepped down from the small private jet.
Looking at the clear sky, he said softly in a tone carrying a faint smile.
"For this weather, this island nation welcomes me!"
These words came from his mouth, truly carrying a hint of mockery.
The Demon King, named Godslayer, had come from afar, and the government of the island nation would naturally make a grand gesture.
However, at this moment, the airport was still bustling with people coming and going.
Wolpang concealed his information, so much so that the government of the island nation had no idea of his arrival.
Walking lightly among the crowd, Wolpang looked at each tourist with eyes that hunted prey, and couldn't help but reveal a hint of disdain.
These mortals were not even worthy of being his prey.
Only a Godslayer who was his kin, or a high and mighty disobedient god, was worthy of being his opponent.
However, next, the corner of his mouth curved into a cruel smile.
In front of him was a blonde man, with an imposing presence, an absolutely undeniable figure.
That was the Godslayer, named Gildarts.
"Greetings, Heroic King Gildarts."
Wolpang said this, slightly bowing towards that figure.
Indeed, even if his movements were humble, the brutal arrogance in his bones was not concealed in the slightest.
"What, don't you want to fight this king, mongrel?"
The words, filled with arrogance, came from that man's mouth, yet they seemed perfectly natural.
He was a king, and he should naturally be arrogant beyond measure.
"Here?"
Wolpang said this. Although his tone carried a hint of doubt, his eyes were full of silent disdain.
"What, do you care about these mongrels?"
Gildarts slightly furrowed his brow. He knew what kind of person this fellow in front of him was. This superficial disguise was meaningless to him.
"No, I don't care."
As expected, it was a response without a hint of hesitation.
That high and mighty Godslayer cared not at all for the lives of mortals.
"However, clearing the battlefield, I'll leave that to you."
These words came from his mouth, carrying an unspeakable chill.
Then, came a continuous, black shadow.
Knights, or mages, walked out from within it.
Their sharp longswords were lightly raised, then fiercely swung down.
Streaks of fresh blood splattered, cries of sorrow and agony echoed.
No matter who it was, they were killed without a trace of hesitation.
Godslayers were truly unreasonable. Even if he said he regarded human lives as grass, it would be no exaggeration.
At this moment, corpses littered the field.
"Then, those boring fellows have also exited the stage. You've been waiting for a long time, Heroic King!"
Wolpang, lowering his gaze as he spoke, once again slightly bowed, as if genuinely expressing his apologies.
But his withered face, filled with arrogance and fighting spirit, carried an unspeakable implication.
"So, are you ready to die, mongrel?"
Gildarts looked at the man in front of him and couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.
His crimson vertical pupils slowly opened. The countless corpses and seas of blood churned within them.
The might of the ancient king once again fully revealed itself. The invisible aura impacted the surrounding air, and a faint breeze, mixed with a strong scent of blood, swept past.
"And this is an extremely proud king."
Wolpang said this, then lightly lifted his withered, slender arm.
Immediately after, he lightly yet vividly swung his hand, giving orders to those who had already died without a trace of hesitation.
"The dead, kill him!"