I'm in a crossover anime world, and I've been transported to Hogwarts twice.

In that split second as Salvatore struggled and cracks began to appear on the surface of his muddy hands—

That emerald green beam of light, symbolizing absolute death, has arrived as expected!

Silently.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no horrific scene of flying blood and flesh.

That slender green light, like a hot knife cutting into butter, precisely and without any obstruction, pierced right into the center of Salvatore's chest!

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment.

Salvatore's violent and chaotic expression froze instantly.

The struggling movements came to an abrupt halt. The chaotic light in his eyes flickered violently like a candle in the wind for a moment, then quickly dimmed and went out.

The chaotic magical power within him, which had been surging and restless like a boiling volcano, trying to break free of its restraints, collapsed instantly and vanished without a trace, as if all its foundation had been removed.

The giant mud and rock hand that had been gripping his legs seemed to lose its power to hold him back, and with a crash, it shattered and turned back into ordinary mud and gravel.

Salvatore Toni's body swayed, and the last glimmer of light in his eyes vanished completely, leaving them empty and lifeless.

He opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't utter a single word.

Then, like a puppet with its strings cut, he leaned forward—

"Bang." (Damn it, Zhao)

Its heavy body fell straight onto the cold, broken concrete floor, kicking up a cloud of dust.

There was no sound or breath after that.

Salvatore, the undefeated swordsman and hegemon of Eastern Europe—

And so, he fell.

Genichi Hanyu slowly lowered his fingers, and the deep darkness at his fingertips quietly dissipated.

He stared indifferently at the lifeless body lying in the ruins ahead, his eyes calm and unwavering, as if he had merely crushed a noisy insect.

The wind continued to howl across the desolate battlefield, carrying with it a faint scent of blood and the aura of death.

Erica Blantri, perched atop a factory roof in the distance, was so shocked she was speechless. She could only cover her mouth tightly, her eyes filled with the utmost awe for the king's unfathomable power and ruthless decisiveness.

Genichi Hanyu turned away, no longer glancing at his defeated opponent, as if nothing had ever happened.

"Clean it up."

He gave a calm instruction, his voice still steady, as if the battle that had just decided the fate of a demon king was merely a trivial interlude.

291 The Unparalleled Villain, Marquis Voban's Provocation

Salvatore, the King of Swords, was slain by the seventh Campione, Genichi Hanyu, near Rome, Italy!

The shock and impact of this news even surpasses Genichi Hanyu's astonishing feat of killing two gods in one day!

It was not like a stone thrown into a calm lake, but more like a meteorite, carrying destructive flames and roars, crashing into the ocean of cognition on the mysterious side of the world!

Instantly, the world was in uproar! Terrified!

The headquarters of major magic societies, the secret realms of ancient families, the caves of reclusive powerful figures—all those who had access to the true nature of this world received this earth-shattering news immediately, news that was enough to overturn the existing order.

The light of the communication magic flickered day and night, and the messenger's familiar was almost exhausted to the point of breaking its wings. Everyone who received the news was first stunned with disbelief, followed by a chill and fear that penetrated to the bone!

"Dead? Lord Salvatore, the Sword King, has been killed?"

"By that new king, Genichi Hanyu?"

"How is this possible?! That's Campione! A demon king on par with Marquis Vauban and the King of Martial Arts!"

"He slew two disobedient gods in one day, and then killed a fellow god-slayer? Just what kind of monster is this Genichi Habu?!"

Panic spread uncontrollably, like a plague.

In the bar, magicians whispered among themselves, their faces pale; in the conference room, the society's leaders held an emergency meeting, the atmosphere so tense it was almost dripping with unease; even some ancient beings were awakened from their slumber, casting scrutinizing and wary glances their way.

Admittedly, Salvatore Toni himself initiated this whole incident from beginning to end.

He was the one who disregarded his status and interfered in the affairs of the Bronze Black Cross; he ignored warnings and recklessly went to challenge it. His behavior, under any rules, would be considered suicidal.

Therefore, no one would be foolish enough to accuse Genichi Hanyu of murdering his fellow countrymen.

The battles between god-slayers transcend worldly laws and morality; the victor reigns supreme, and the loser perishes—this is an ironclad law etched into the very foundation of their existence.

What truly terrified and chilled everyone was the ruthless and decisive methods and unwavering will that Genichi Hanyu displayed!

He did not repel, nor severely injure, nor humiliate.

He is the one who kills!

It's a complete end!

It truly and completely erased a Campione who stood at the pinnacle of the world from the physical level!

This ruthlessness, this decisiveness, this terrifying mentality of treating the Demon King like dirt and slaughtering him at will, completely overturned people's understanding of the new King!

There were conflicts among the god-slayers in the past, and the Marquis of Vauban and the Cult Leader of Luohao had a long-standing grudge. However, their battles usually ended with one side backing down or both sides suffering heavy losses. In modern times, it is almost unheard of for a direct life-or-death situation to be decided!

With the fall of Salvatore Toni, Genichi Hanyu proclaimed a cold and cruel truth to the world: his authority cannot tolerate any form of provocation or testing!

Whether they are gods, humans, or fellow god-slayers, anyone who dares to stand in his way will face only destruction!

"A ruthless man! An absolutely ruthless man!"

This is the common definition that countless people have given to Genichi Hanyu amidst fear and trembling.

This infamous reputation is built upon the remains of four gods and a demon king!

Its weight was so heavy that it suffocated the entire mystical side!

It is precisely because of this undisguised, bloody terror that countless people and forces have changed their perception of Genichi Hanyu from a powerful new king to a taboo existence that must never be provoked!

Awe, an unprecedented awe, was etched into the very soul of every person who knew the truth, like the deepest imprint.

"Pass down the order! All family members are strictly forbidden from discussing Yuzuru Hanyu in any setting or in any form! Furthermore, no disrespectful behavior is permitted!"

"Immediately upgrade the diplomatic rank with the Copper Black Cross! Strive to maintain friendly relations! At any cost!"

"Classify all information about Yuzuru Hanyu as top secret! No one is allowed to access it without my permission!"

Similar commands were issued in every corner of the world. Genichi Hanyu's name became a symbol of absolute power and absolute death.

Who would be so foolish as to oppose a vicious god who would absolutely wipe out your entire family if he said he would kill you?

They avoided it like the plague. (chess bma siqi k si wu liu | qun]!

The whole world seemed to have fallen into an eerie, chilling calm because of Genichi Hanyu's thunderous and ruthless methods.

Everyone believed that after the Sword King proved the terror of the seventh-ranked figure with his life, for at least a long time, no fool would dare to provoke this newly crowned peerless ruthless man.

However, just when everyone thought the storm had subsided and they could finally catch their breath—

Another even more explosive, even more outrageous, and even more hair-raising piece of news has crashed down like a second meteorite!

The ancient demon king, the wolf king who has dominated the European continent for hundreds of years—Marquis Vauban—has actually taken the initiative to send a formal message to Genichi Hanyu, which is full of strong provocation!

The message was not about seeking justice for Salvatore's death, nor was it a declaration of war. Instead, it was a demand from Genichi Hanyu for the return of the shrine maiden with exceptional spiritual vision—Mariya Osamu!

This news is even more unbelievable than Salvatore's murder!

Marquis de Vauban!

That's an old demon king who has lived for countless years, with a perverse and cruel personality, whom even other god-slayers are unwilling to easily provoke!

He had gathered priestesses with special abilities from all over the world to perform his dangerous rituals to summon disobedient gods. Yuri Mariya's exceptional clairvoyance clearly piqued his great interest.

But the problem is that the person he's asking for is Genichi Hanyu, who just killed the King of Swords!

This is tantamount to throwing a barrel of dynamite into a volcano that has just erupted!

Everyone is stunned!

What is the old marquis planning to do?!

Does he think that Genichi Hanyu wouldn't dare to touch a second Godslayer?

Or was he deliberately provoking him, wanting to personally test the mettle of this peerless ruthless man?!

Or perhaps, he was simply too self-centered to care about who Genichi Hanyu killed, and only cared about the collectibles he had his eye on.

In any case, Marquis Vauban's move was like a raging wolf howl, instantly tearing apart the false peace!

The mysterious side of the world, which had just calmed down due to Genichi Hanyu's ruthless methods, was once again completely boiling, in an uproar, and filled with uncontrollable fear!

The storm, instead of subsiding, returned with even greater ferocity and unpredictability!

All eyes were once again focused on the black-haired seventh god-slayer—Genichi Hanyu.

How will he respond to this ancient demon king's blatant demand?

292 If you want it, then come and fight! The winner takes all.

Inside the Copper Black Cross stronghold, the chilling aura of the Demon King's slaying had not yet completely dissipated, and the air still retained a chilling aftershock of energy and a faint, lingering smell of blood.

Genichi Hanyu sat casually in a high-backed chair that had obviously been moved there temporarily, his posture languid, as if the battle that had just decided the life or death of a god-slayer was nothing more than a warm-up exercise for him.

Erica Blantri stood to one side, her expression respectful yet filled with undisguised awe.

The entire stronghold was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. All the staff held their breath, afraid of making the slightest sound and disturbing the king who had just earned his infamous reputation.

Just then, a series of slightly hesitant yet still firm footsteps broke the deathly silence.

A figure, guided by members of the Copper Black Cross, slowly entered the hall.

She wore a slightly worn but still neat blue and black knight's outfit, and her long silver hair flowed like moonlight, combed into a neat ponytail.

Her face was exquisite, yet it carried a lingering weariness and paleness.

What was most striking were her eyes, like the finest amethyst, yet now filled with extremely complex emotions—tension, humiliation, deep-seated resentment, and a near-desperate resolve.

Liliana Cranichar.

This talented female knight, originally a member of the Bronze Black Cross and known as the Fairy of Swords, now appears before the enemy who destroyed her guild in this new guise.

After the bronze-clad members who guided her bowed to Genichi Hanyu, they quickly withdrew, leaving Liliana alone in the center of the hall, enduring that gaze that seemed to pierce through her soul.

Genichi Hanyu's gaze fell on Liliana as if it were a physical object, slowly sweeping over her from head to toe.

There was no obvious sense of oppression in his gaze, but rather a playful scrutiny, as if he were appreciating an interesting object.

He didn't speak immediately, but just watched quietly.

Time seemed to stretch out, and every second was torture for Liliana.

She could feel that her knight's uniform on her back was soaked with cold sweat, and her knuckles were white from the force of her clenched fists, with her nails digging deep into her palms, causing a stinging sensation, which was the only way she could maintain a semblance of composure.

Finally, Genichi Hanyu spoke slowly, his voice calm yet strangely magnetic: "Interesting."

He tilted his head slightly, a meaningful and enigmatic smile playing on his lips.

"This is so much fun!"

His gaze seemed to pierce through Liliana's feigned composure, revealing the deepest struggle and hatred within her heart.

"Does that old dog, Marquis Vauban, have no one else to rely on? Or is it..."

His tone suddenly turned cold, like the Siberian wind: "He deliberately sent you here to try and provoke me in some pointless way?"

"Send me a former Bronze Black Cross Knight whose home I just crushed, who is filled with resentment but powerless to resist and forced to obey his enemy?"

Genichi Hanyu chuckled lightly, his laughter cold and sarcastic: "Is he trying to remind me of the destruction of the Bronze Black Cross, or is he trying to humiliate you, or both? This old dog's methods of manipulating people's hearts are becoming more and more despicable."

Liliana bit her lower lip hard, almost drawing blood!

Her delicate body trembled slightly uncontrollably. Every word from Genichi Hanyu was like a poisoned dagger, piercing through all her pretenses with unparalleled precision, directly striking the most painful and humiliating wounds in her heart!

Yes, resentment!

How could she not resent it!

The man before her had destroyed the place where she had grown up, killed many of her companions and elders, and trampled the glory of the Bronze Black Cross for hundreds of years under his feet!

This hatred burned in her heart like a poisonous fire day and night!

But at the same time, it was this man who possessed the power to make her despair.

God-killer!

Even the King of Swords fell at his hands!