Mount Lu, a small and picturesque peak. At this moment, it was the season of full summer, and the resplendent sea of flowers was truly an extravagant sight.
At this moment, there was a tiny, dilapidated hut. Regardless of its ancient appearance or its utterly unclean courtyard, it looked as if no one lived there.
Indeed, in such an era, even those hermits in the mountains would go to enjoy the convenience of technology. But this place was different; it was as if it belonged to a hundred years ago, without a single trace of technology. It was as if it was isolated from the world.
But even so, even if the courtyard or the roof, both were covered in dust. There were no traces of being swept, and even on the soft mud in front of the door, not even a single footprint could be found.
However, even in such a desolate "1930s" scene, zither music echoed in the dilapidated hut. Simultaneously, there was a light, gentle singing voice.
The zither music had already reached an unparalleled realm. It could even be described as perfect. As the zither strings vibrated, invisible sound waves swept in all directions. Whether it was delicate flowers or sturdy ancient trees, all swayed with the zither music.
This was not what was called an exaggerated portrayal of an artistic mood. That was power, extremely light, yet containing terrifying power.
The sound waves carried by the zither music were like repeated slap, violently striking everywhere they reached. No matter what, as the zither music reverberated, everything swayed uncontrollably.
This was absolute might, as if countless martial arts masters were fiercely waving their hands above all things.
The soft singing voice was even more urgent. Mud and dirt were stirred up, flowers and plants were buried, and ancient trees groaned unwillingly.
That was absolute martial arts, even the power of authority. The name of this power, "Dragon's Roar and Tiger's Howl Great Art," came from the Indian god Shiva's authority.
Furthermore, if its power were fully unleashed, even transforming into a city-destroying typhoon would be effortless.
A Godslayer was a natural disaster. This point was undeniable from the start. No matter how exquisite, how beautiful, how incomparable the girl named Luo Cuilian was, one must not underestimate her power.
After all, compared to Voban, this woman was even more terrifying in duels, even among Godslayers, she could be considered invincible.
Moreover, even though she appeared delicate, Luo Cuilian was actually a seasoned veteran who had lived for over two hundred years.
Possessing martial arts capable of slaying gods, she had become a Godslayer, growing even stronger. Even if she was already nearly invincible before, now, aside from those like the final King, it was fine to call her the strongest.
At this moment, this seemingly seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl was leisurely playing the zither.
The crisp zither music echoed, its profound aura making the music resonate throughout the entire mountain peak.
If one were to ignore the scarred mountain peak and the countless animals fleeing in panic, perhaps it would be even more beautiful.
However, this was reality. No matter how much she cultivated her moral character, no matter how much she emphasized her virtue, her true nature as a Godslayer, her arrogance, had no intention of being concealed.
"How interesting, the authority of the Fire Realm? Purgatory, no, it's Karmic Fire."
The girl's pale, cherry-colored lips slightly parted, her words carrying a hint of strangeness.
"Such disregard for consequences is truly worthy of being called a Godslayer."
As she spoke softly, her fair, slender fingers once again plucked the zither strings.
This time, it was crisp zither music, containing an unparalleled curse.
The cursed power belonging to the Godslayer roared, then swept across the entire Mount Lu.
Countless warriors or sorcerers of the Five Beasts Sacred Sect, filled with fear and dread, looked towards that mountain peak.
That was the residence of the woman named Luo Cuilian, who was a Godslayer, a Demon King, the strongest warrior, and an undefeated sorceress.
"Warrior King, what is the Warrior King preparing to do again?"
Words sounding like a wail, spoken by a warrior who was already incomparably sturdy, filled with a strong sense of trepidation.
This muscular, extremely sturdy and heroic warrior, at this moment, spoke with a voice filled with extreme fear.
However, probably no one dared to answer him.
Those arrogant fellows were also trembling helplessly at this moment.
...
And within that small hut.
The reverberating zither music had gradually ceased. The wind had calmed down, and the invisible attacks were no longer to be seen.
This flourishing mountain peak once again returned to its original appearance. Only those unusually twisted ancient trees could describe the tragic pain from before.
And on the roof of that small hut, thin dust remained completely unchanged.
Luo Cuilian, at this moment, looked towards the east with an expectant expression.
Just now, from there, came the terrifying aura of the extremely blazing and incomparably familiar Godslayer named Voban, and the authority of his 'Karmic Fire of Retribution,' when fully unleashed.
"What kind of fellow is he, a disobedient god, or that so-called Hero King?"
Luo Cuilian sighed softly at all this, and lightly channeled her cursed power, sending an irresistible command to the faraway island nation.
"Then, I'll see you then, Hero King. I hope the banquet you prepared will suit my appetite a little."
Arrogant words, spat from the mouth of this young girl, her eyes carrying an incomparable cold will.
That was the nature of a Godslayer: absolutely belligerent, absolutely unwilling to refuse the hardships of battle.
This was the supreme one, the natural disaster known as the Demon King!
On the other side, in the heart of Tokyo, which had already turned into a sea of fire.
Gilgamesh stood on the only remaining skyscraper, looking down at the scorched earth that had turned into purgatory.
An invisible barrier blocked the turbulent flames.
The small world that enveloped the sky was currently protecting Gilgamesh's safety.
And the numerous heroic spirits had long returned to the 'Heroic Spirit Palace' that came with the authority.
At this moment, such a desperate scene was an incomparable sight that Gilgamesh naturally would not miss.
Streaks of dark red fire mixed with black flames devoured everything. Buildings, trees, and even helpless humans.
Such a scene, almost a cataclysm that swept the world, thoroughly ignited this bustling city.
And that proud king was now looking down with a hint of contempt.
"Indeed, that mongrel has his uses!"
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