At the same time, my wife is myself.

“Our opinions are of no use in this matter.”

The leader of the [Female Wolf] said sarcastically, "Ha, I heard your niece has hooked up with that king. No wonder you're so calm. Anyway, you're already sitting on the sidelines."

Paul was not angry: "I am merely stating the facts. I have dealt with the Black Prince of Britain and fought against the disobedient gods. Even as the highest knight, I was as powerless as a child. It is simply not a realm that mortals can contend with."

The leader of the "Old Lady" said, "He's just a young upstart who has become so arrogant after rising to such heights. Besides, that's just Erica's opinion. Can she really recognize the Godslayers correctly? We still need to conduct tests to truly confirm their identities."

Paul sighed:

"The Sword King is our nominal leader, but he has never managed us. You have grown and expanded by using his name, yet you do not need to provide him with any services. This has made you too arrogant, which is not a good thing."

"You can't say that."

"My society has always been loyal to the Wolf King," said Kranichal, the leader of the Bronze Black Cross. "Don't categorize us."

“I have never looked down on any king, not even a new king; I have great respect for him.”

As a knight serving Marquis Voban, he was all too aware of the terror of the god-slayer and would never underestimate him.

This time, no one dared to utter a sarcastic remark, because if anyone spoke disrespectfully, the old wolf king would truly kill them. The fearsome reputation of this generation of god-slayers was largely due to the wolf king's killings.

It seems they are actually clear-headed, only aware of the god-slayer's reputation, though some members of the society question the new king.

Paul had a sense of unease. He concealed something from Erica in a letter to him, informing him of the new king's unparalleled bravery in killing the two disobedient gods head-on, and instructing him not to tell anyone, as it was the new king's order.

His first reaction was disbelief. There was never such a precedent in the records of god-slayers throughout history. Humans could never confront a disobedient god head-on, not even a god-slayer.

Even the Sword King, renowned for his swordsmanship, or the Martial Arts King, who has cultivated both martial arts and magic to their peak, achieving immortality and the ability to ascend to the Netherworld, cannot do this.

But Paul believed his niece wouldn't lie to him.

If that's true, that would be terrifying. They might be the most powerful god-slayers in history, and these guys have no idea what kind of powerful king they're rejecting.

At that moment, the conference room door was kicked open, the solid wood door burst open, and fragments flew everywhere.

Everyone here frowned. The magic societies gathered here are seven magic societies recognized as prestigious in Italy, collectively known as the "Seven Sisters." They are descendants of the Knights Templar, who worship both the Son of God and the demon god Baphomet. How could anyone dare to cause them trouble?

Before they could even make out the human figure that had barged in, the magicians were the first to sense the suffocatingly dense magical power filling the atmosphere.

The ensuing gravity exerted itself on everyone present, forcing them to kneel on the ground to reduce the pressure.

The members of the magic society felt a chill run down their spines. Even without seeing the face clearly, the unparalleled power already revealed the identity of the newcomer—

God-killer.

Judging from this previously unheard-of power, he is still the newly born seventh Earth Demon King.

Wasn't the plane supposed to arrive tonight? How come it's here already?

The leaders of the female wolf and the old noblewoman immediately turned pale. Had the king heard what they had just said?

"Your Majesty, we..."

They tried to explain, but the sudden increase in gravity rendered them unable to utter a single word.

"Arrogance? Testing? Ha, weren't you just trying to verify my true identity? Why are you now crawling on the ground, speechless? Let me see what you were like before, so unruly."

Qianyuan slightly relaxed her restraint on the two members of the magic society, but neither of them dared to stand up or utter a sound.

The two commanders' confidants were already cursing the two old Dengs in their hearts, asking why they had to be dragged into this mess!

Those who gossiped behind each other's backs were caught red-handed by the new king, and now they're all in for a world of hurt.

Shh... Can we make peace?

They were utterly despondent, already foreseeing their own demise.

Qianyuan sneered. He knew from the original work that there was a magic society in Italy that looked down on Kusanagi Godou, who had just become a god-slayer. At that time, Kusanagi Godou had just killed a god and hadn't even shown his personality yet, which was enough to show how audacious they were.

However, Qianyuan wasn't quite sure which magic societies it was, so after he had Erica buy the plane tickets, he took her directly over, just to catch her in the act.

He didn't want those who looked down on him behind his back to be able to use his name to expand their power.

"Erica, are the people kneeling next to those two guys members of their magic society?"

When Qian Yuan asked the question, Erica already understood what he was going to do. She checked carefully and, after confirming that it was correct, nodded: "Yes, that's usually how it is during meetings. Members of each faction gather around their own commander."

"That's good."

Qian Yuan remained indifferent. The leaders of the [Female Wolf] and [Old Lady] had already realized something. They opened their mouths, as if they wanted to say something—perhaps to beg for mercy, or perhaps to defend themselves, but it was too late.

An invisible force of gravity suddenly tightened, as if an unseen giant hand was squeezing their bodies along with their trusted confidants.

The next moment, the sound of flesh and blood exploding rang out in the air, and blood splattered like fireworks, staining the surrounding ground red and splashing onto other members of the magic society.

Those people froze on the spot, their breaths seemingly stopped. Their faces were filled with fear, their bodies trembling slightly, yet they dared not make the slightest movement, for fear that they would be the next ones to be crushed.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, and the only sound in the silence was the dripping of blood, like the whisper of death.

Erica felt the scene was too bloody and made her feel nauseous, but she didn't feel anything about what Qianyuan was doing.

Such contempt for the demon king who killed the god means he deserves to be killed; if he isn't, the magic society will think he's weak and easily bullied.

Even if this story gets out, people will just think it fits the character's persona—that's a god-slayer—and some even think that everyone in those two magic societies should be killed.

"I've heard that there's a Seven Sisters alliance in Italy."

Qianyuan said, "Now there are only five left."

Paul immediately pledged his loyalty: "From now on, we are the Five Sisters Alliance."

Qianyuan's gaze swept across the crowd and landed on a silver-haired girl with a ponytail, as slender as an elf.

The only person who could appear on this occasion is Liliana Kranichal.

Qianyuan said:

“Kranichal? I remember you were serving Marquis Voban. I will be sending a challenge later; please deliver it to that old wolf king for me.”

The old man bowed respectfully: "As you wish."

The seventh king will challenge the oldest god-slayer?

This news shocked everyone present, and also gave them a headache. They subconsciously assumed that the battlefield would take place in densely populated areas of Europe, and even suspected that it would take place in Italy, since the god-killers basically didn't care about civilians.

The silver-haired knight princess mustered her courage to speak to the Demon King, but was immediately called upon as soon as she looked up:

“Liliana, I remember that you have excellent witch aptitude. You were once taken by Marquis Voban to summon the disobedient god.”

Qianyuan's words brought back past nightmares, and Liliana's face turned pale: "Yes."

"Then you can stay by my side."

Liliana obediently stood up and walked to Qianyuan's side. Her grandfather looked somewhat pained, but dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction.

The god-slayer requires highly qualified witches and priestesses, simply to summon disobedient gods. However, during the ritual to summon disobedient gods, participants suffer great harm, even death.

Liliana is very talented and didn't get injured last time, but it's hard to say what the outcome will be next time.

Her grandfather was somewhat powerless. Even without Qian Yuan, as long as the Wolf King spoke, Liliana would have to go and participate in the summoning ceremony. She had no choice at all.

Liliana's expression was resolute, like a female knight captured by the demon king, her eyes filled with determination.

Even if I am asked to summon a disobedient god and die in the ritual, it doesn't matter, as long as I persuade the king beforehand to choose a deserted place for the duel to avoid the suffering of innocent people, my sacrifice will be meaningful!

With the resolve of a martyr, Liliana approached Chiyuki and knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty, may I deliver this challenge letter on your behalf?"

Qianyuan saw through her thoughts: "Are you worried that your grandfather will be punished by the old wolf king? It seems you don't understand him. That old wolf only feels joy when he encounters a challenge. He has enjoyed too many things and now he only feels empty. Only fighting can make him feel alive."

"After receiving my challenge, he will only feel ecstatic and will not be angry at all."

Kranichal said, "Liliana, I have served the Marquis for many years, and as the King said, the Marquis is such a demon king; challenges from his own people only please him."

After Qianyuan left with the two female knights, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief. Kranichal said:

"This king is quite merciful, only punishing the ringleaders. If it were the Marquis, not a single one of those two magic societies would have survived."

Everyone present echoed the sentiment, whether sincerely or not; in short, no one dared to utter any rebellious words.

Even if that king really leaves, what if someone informs on him?

However, as Kranjcar said, the king's temper seems to be quite good?

This idea persisted until Qianyuan sent a letter of invitation to all the god-slayers.

What was called a letter of invitation was actually a challenge in their eyes, because in this letter, Qianyuan directly announced that she had entered into a marriage relationship with the earth mother goddess Athena, and that if any god-slayer coveted this power, he could fight him.

After his defeat, he must never attack Athena again, otherwise he will disregard kinship and ruthlessly kill them.

Which god-slayer could resist the urge to act upon seeing such a worship invitation?

Whether it's the disobedient god or Qian Yuan's blatant death warning, they themselves felt they couldn't bear it if they put themselves in that situation.

That's too arrogant! We have to teach him a lesson!

Even though they thought the Godslayers would sink Italy, no one dared to speak up to Qianyuan. Everyone valued their own lives and was just preparing to run away.

Kranichal was different from them. He set foot on the Balkans with Qianyuan's challenge. The atmosphere on the island was cold and oppressive, as if even the air had frozen.

He cautiously entered the ancient castle and respectfully presented Qianyuan's challenge.

Marquis Voban sat in a high-backed chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrests, producing a dull sound.

He took the challenge letter, his gaze sweeping across the paper like a blade. His wolf-like green eyes gleamed with a cold light in the dim room. As he read on, those eyes gradually brightened, as if he had discovered some exciting prey.

“Good lad.” Marquis Voban’s voice was deep and hoarse, with a hint of undisguised pleasure. “You’ve really given me a great gift. You’re much more polite than that Tony fellow, and of course, much more arrogant.”

A dense surge of magical power rose around him, and Marquis Voban became visibly excited:

"Does he think he's the strongest god-slayer? These young people nowadays are all so arrogant. It seems we need to teach him a lesson from his elders."

He glanced at Kranichal: "I remember he took your granddaughter too?"

"Yes, Liliana is serving him now," Kranichal said.

"It seems he also intends to summon a disobedient god."

Marquis Voban's smile sent chills down one's spine. Summoning a disobedient god is a troublesome matter. Not only do you need a sufficient number of qualified priestesses, but you also need divine artifacts related to the disobedient god, as well as the right time.

The last time he summoned the disobedient god, the Sword King stole his prey. After waiting for so long, the right time has finally come, and he is about to summon it for the second time, but Qianyuan has taken away the excellent witch he had reserved.

Is it a coincidence?

Marquis Voban didn't care; all he wanted was to fight Qian Yuan. To him, even powers were secondary; the most important thing was a thrilling battle.

Only in battles like that could he rekindle his passion and feel alive again.

"Since he set the battlefield in the Far East and even took Liliana away, it seems he wants to defeat me and then devour the disobedient god I plan to summon. What a greedy young man."

Marquis Voban let out a beastly laugh, while Cranichal stood with his head bowed, saying nothing.

China, Mount Lu.

Here, the mountains rise one after another, each with a unique shape; waterfalls cascade down from the mountaintops, the water crashing against the rocks and splashing up countless droplets, like a silver river pouring down, creating a magnificent spectacle; clouds and mist, like a jade ribbon, wrap around the mountainside.

Lu Yinghua knelt before the tranquil lake. A stunningly beautiful young woman stood there, her white Hanfu light and supple, with delicate silver cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs and hem.

Her face was delicate and beautiful, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn water, her nose was straight and elegant, her lips were light and elegant like cherry blossoms, and her fair and jade-like skin seemed to have a faint halo, which made people hold their breath and be captivated.

But Lu Yinghua didn't dare to look at him even once, because that was none other than Luo Hao, the martial arts king who now reigns supreme over the land.

He was also his master.

He was subjected to extremely cruel martial arts training from a young age, which left him with deep psychological trauma.

Lu Yinghua now hates women, especially the prettier ones.

After Luo Hao finished reading the invitation in his hand, his powerful aura soared into the sky, directly blowing Lu Yinghua away.

Lu Yinghua quickly returned and continued kneeling on the ground.

"These are the newborn compatriots? They have taken in a disobedient god and even challenged me to a duel. Although they are overestimating themselves, they do have some spirit. They are indeed worthy of being members of my sect."

Luo Hao lowered his eyes to look at Lu Yinghua: "Ying'er, you said he is not only a god-slayer, but also a Shenzhou native. Is that certain?"

Lu Yinghua knelt on the ground: "Disciple did not find any relevant information about him, but found out that his appearance is indeed that of a person from our Divine Land, and he also speaks the language of our Divine Land. He is probably a hermit master from somewhere."

"I've heard that he is extremely skilled in martial arts and also proficient in magic. Perhaps he even ascended to the Netherworld."

Luo Hao nodded slightly: "That's true. Our land is vast and rich in resources, so it's normal for a second compatriot to appear."

"He chose the land of the Japanese as the location for the duel, which must be because he was aware of that matter. After I defeat him, I will not take the life of his wife. I only ask that he help me use the dragon and snake god of that barbarian to unseal Sun Wukong's seal. This will also demonstrate my Luo Hao's benevolence and kindness towards my compatriots."

Lu Yinghua kowtowed repeatedly: "Master is so kind and benevolent, the new king will surely be grateful to Master and follow Master's lead from now on."

Luo Hao waved his plain white sleeves in displeasure, and Lu Yinghua was immediately sent flying backward:

“Do you think I, Luo Hao, would act this way just to subdue him? Moreover, how could I submit to my king, who challenged me so openly and honestly, for such a matter? Eagle, if your heart is filled with such petty and despicable thoughts, your martial arts will never reach the highest level.”