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He repeated the word, his sarcasm deepening.

“He, Salvatore, has no respect for me.”

The cold words completely shattered the last glimmer of hope for all those begging for mercy!

"All right."

Genichi Hanyu's voice returned to its usual calm, as if he were announcing something trivial.

"That's enough of this boring farce. Enough with the nonsense."

His gaze swept across the entire room, his eyes looking as if he were looking at a herd of livestock waiting to be slaughtered.

"I have only ever come here for one purpose."

He slightly raised his hand, and an invisible force began to gather in his palm. The surrounding air groaned under the strain, and the light distorted eerily.

"That means sending you on your way."

"Do not!!!"

"Don't kill me!!"

"Lord Salvatore!!!"

The piercing screams, so intense they became distorted, reached their peak in an instant!

Some tried to unleash their magic to resist, but their faint light was extinguished instantly under Genichi Hanyu's terrifying pressure, like a firefly in the blazing sun. Some tried to turn and run away, but found their legs were like lead, unable to move. Many more simply collapsed to the ground, waiting in despair for their judgment.

Genichi Hanyu didn't look at them again.

The raised hand gently pressed down.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling light.

Time seemed to have been paused.

The next second—

Centered on Genichi Hanyu, an invisible, irresistible force containing an absolute will to destroy spread like mercury spilling onto the ground, or like invisible ripples, instantly reaching every corner of the council hall!

Space, frozen.

The sound disappeared.

Time seems to have stood still.

Then, in that absolute silence, a scene beyond human comprehension unfolded.

Those wailing, kneeling, resisting, and despairing figures, along with the carpet beneath them, the surrounding tables and chairs, and all the material things on the walls, all began to dissolve silently in an instant, like sand sculptures thrown into strong acid!

It's not burning, it's not shattering, but the most fundamental decomposition and annihilation!

All the basic particles that make up existence—flesh, bones, clothing, wood, metal—are completely dismantled and reduced to their most primitive energy state under that invisible force!

There was no pain, no struggle, and not even a trace was left.

One second a life was wailing in agony, the next second it was completely erased from this world as if it had never existed!

In just a few breaths.

The once grand council chamber, which had symbolized the glory and power of the bronze black cross for centuries, was now empty and deathly silent.

The faint, lingering energy ripples in the air proved that what had just happened was not an illusion.

Nothing more.

Genichi Hanyu slowly lowered his hand, as if he were merely brushing away a tiny speck of dust.

His calm gaze swept across the completely purified space, finally landing on the only thing that still existed—the chief elder, slumped in the main seat, temporarily unaffected but whose spirit had completely collapsed, his eyes vacant like a living dead.

Genichi Hanyu didn't look a second time. He turned around and, stepping on the invisible energy ripples, silently left this desolate place, just as he had come.

The punishment is complete.

This slaughter, disregarding the protection of another demon king, will resound like the loudest war drums, shaking the entire mystical world of Europe and proclaiming the absolute will of the seventh god-slayer—Genichi Hanyu—a will that is unquestionable, unyielding, and unchallengeable by any being!

The King of Swords 285 is coming!

At the foot of the Alps lies a picturesque lakeside villa, so tranquil it seems secluded from the world.

Salvatore, the young god-slayer known as the King of Swords, lay undisturbed on a chaise longue covered with soft animal hides, basking in the warm afternoon sun.

He was shirtless, revealing his well-defined muscles, and the small table next to him was piled with empty wine bottles and leftover barbecue skewers.

He had a blade of grass between his teeth, staring blankly at the shimmering lake, his eyes vacant, as if he were lost in thought.

"So boring, so incredibly boring."

He dragged out his complaint.

"We can't even find a decent dragon. This place is so boring."

Just then, the space around him distorted slightly, and a man dressed in a crisp black butler's uniform, with a serious and stern face and a meticulously combed slicked-back hairstyle—André Rivera, Salvatore's nominal butler and de facto restrainer and purser—appeared like a ghost.

His face was even more gloomy than usual, and he was holding a communication paper that he had just received, which was still emitting a faint magical fluctuation.

Looking at this problem child in front of him who had no awareness of being a demon king and only knew how to complain about being bored, Andrei couldn't help but feel a vein throbbing on his forehead.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to shove the communication paper directly into the other person's face, and spoke in a voice as calm as possible, yet one that held back a storm: "Salvatore."

"Ok?"

Salvatore responded lazily without even turning his head.

Andrei's voice carried a cold sarcasm.

"The bronze black cross is gone."

"Oh?"

Salvatore finally reacted, slowly turning his head with the same nonchalant expression on his face.

"Gone? How did it disappear? Was it blown away by the wind?"

"Yuzuru Genichi personally descended upon the Bronze Black Cross headquarters, ignoring your so-called declaration of protection, and completely wiped out the entire core council hall along with everyone inside, leaving only a mentally broken chief elder as a witness."

Andrei stared intently at Salvatore's face, trying to find a trace of anger, astonishment, or at least the frustration of his plans being disrupted.

However, what he saw was Salvatore Toni's eyes, which instantly lit up!

It was a pure, unadulterated gleam of excitement, like a child discovering their most beloved toy!

He grinned, revealing a big, bright, even somewhat silly smile, and suddenly sprang up from the recliner, his movements so agile that he was nothing like the lazy guy he had been just moments before.

"Really?"

He almost cheered, his voice filled with unbelievable joy.

"He really went? And he killed them all? He didn't give me any face at all."

Andrei: "..."

His knuckles turned white from gripping the communication paper too tightly, and his teeth were grinding together.

This bastard!

He knows it!

"Great!!"

Salvatore excitedly pumped his fist like a child who had won the lottery, completely disregarding the fact that this news meant the complete annihilation of an ancient magical society and the utter disgrace of him, the Sword King.

He suddenly turned to Andrei, his face beaming with a smug look that said, "Andrei, did you hear that? That new guy, Genichi Hanyu, made a move! He completely disregarded what I said, and he slapped me in the face!"

He leaned closer to Andrei, his smile dazzling, but his tone carried an undeniable declaration: "Now, you have no reason to stop me from going to him, right?"

Andrei's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot!

An uncontrollable rage mixed with a deep sense of powerlessness surged to the top of his head in an instant!

He couldn't hold back any longer and started running away!

"boom!"

Andrei swept the bottles and skewers off the small table next to him, sending them shattering onto the floor with a loud cracking sound!

He stepped forward and grabbed Salvatore's open collar, almost roaring, "Salvatore, you idiot with your brain full of blades and muscle fibers, you bastard, I knew it, I knew it!"

He was trembling with rage, spitting almost onto Salvatore's face: "You didn't really want to protect those idiots, you did it on purpose! You deliberately agreed to protect them because you knew that Genichi Hanyu would never listen. You just wanted to use this excuse to create a legitimate reason to fight him, didn't you? You hot-blooded, trouble-mongering lunatic!"

Salvatore was being grabbed by the collar and shaken by Andrei, but he wasn't angry at all. Instead, he laughed even more happily, even looking a little innocent.

He blinked his eyes, which were filled with innocent fighting spirit: "Hey, don't put it so harshly, Andrei. I just think it'll be more interesting this way. And look, isn't the reason quite convincing now? He publicly humiliated me, isn't that the best challenge?"

"A challenge?"

Andrei was so angry he almost vomited blood. He suddenly released his grip, pointed at Salvatore's nose, his voice hoarse with extreme anger and worry.

"Do you know what kind of monster you've provoked? Do you think he's one of those opponents you've faced before?!"

He practically roared as he recounted the horrors of Genichi Hanyu:

"Genichi Hanyu! How long has he been a Campione? He ascended the throne after directly slaying the Rebellious God. That wasn't luck; it was real combat!"

"After becoming a Campione, he didn't even rest for a single day, and the next day he killed another god, which proves that his power is by no means a flash in the pan!"

"And then? He went to the Land of Cherry Blossoms in the Far East, and in just one day, he killed two more disobedient gods. Two gods killed in one day, Salvatore, tell me, throughout history, which god-slayer has ever accumulated such a terrifying record in such a short period of time?"

"Marquis Voban, that old monster, is strong enough, but he wasn't this fierce when he first arrived in Europe. Even when the Lord of Luohao ruled the East, I've never heard of him being this efficient!"

"Now the entire mystical world is saying that he, Genichi Hanyu, is an unparalleled villain even more ruthless than Marquis Woban and the King of Martial Arts. He is a tyrant who paved his way with the bones of gods. His power is unfathomable, his will is inviolable, and his rage is enough to burn everything!"

Andrei, panting heavily, had eyes filled with worry for Salvatore, this reckless brute, and deep apprehension about the unknown terror of Genichi Hanyu: "I tried every means to stop you from provoking him, just so I wouldn't see you crash headfirst into this iron plate. You bastard, you dug your own hole and jumped right in, and you even found yourself a perfect excuse!"

Salvatore listened to Andrei's roar, but the smile on his face did not fade at all. On the contrary, he became even more excited because of the description of Genichi Hanyu's strength, and his eyes burned with a fierce fighting spirit.

He patted Andrei on the shoulder nonchalantly: "Hey, Andrei, you're too tense. The more tense you are, the more interesting it is, isn't it? Only a strong opponent is worthy of my sword!"

He looked at Andrei's almost murderous gaze and added with a grin, "Besides, you just said there's no reason to stop me now, right? You admitted it yourself!"

Looking at Salvatore's unyielding and eager expression, Andrei felt a deep sense of powerlessness and despair.

He knew that nothing he said would make a difference.

Once this battle maniac sets his sights on a target, especially such an alluring one, not even nine oxen could pull him back.

He dejectedly lowered his hand that was pointing at Salvatore, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, all that remained was a cold weariness and a resigned determination.

“Alright, go ahead, Salvatore Toni.”

He looked directly into Salvatore's excited eyes and said, word by word, coldly:

“But listen to me carefully (Wang Lihao).”

"If you die, I will never collect your body."

Andrei's tone carried a cruel premonition and a final warning:

"You are about to face the peerless villain, Genichi Hanyu, whom even the ancient demon king would look down upon. His sword, stained with the blood of four gods, will show no mercy just because you are the King of Swords."

"You'd better watch yourself, you complete and utter bastard!"

After saying this, Andrei stopped looking at Salvatore, turned around, and disappeared into the distorted space with a desolate and resolute air.

Salvatore Toni stood there, his smile still bright, as if Andrei's heavy words were just a gentle breeze brushing past his ear.

He lowered his head and gently stroked the hilt of the ancient longsword at his waist, feeling its cool touch and the magical power surging within him due to excitement.

The fighting spirit burning in his eyes was almost tangible flames: "That sounds amazing!"

He suddenly looked up and gazed into the distance, as if he could penetrate the barriers of space and see that newly arrived, fierce and imposing compatriot.

"Genichi Hanyu, wait for me!"

A clash between two of the world's youngest and fiercest Campiones, sparked by a dispute over asylum, is now inevitable!

286 Find a good burial place for the Sword King

Inside the copper-black cross stronghold, a solemn atmosphere prevailed, like the calm before an impending storm.

The air seemed to freeze, and even the usual hustle and bustle of Rome outside the window seemed to be shut out by an invisible force.

Erica Brantley strode quickly through the heavily carpeted corridor, the hem of her scarlet knight's uniform rustling softly in the wind.

She clutched a scroll of intelligence that had just been delivered by the highest-ranking messenger.

Her steps remained elegant, but a lingering worry settled deep within her ruby-like eyes.