Chapter 171 The Wolf King surrenders! The Monkey King!
Cracks and pops filled the air as a sea of scorching flames engulfed the deep pit, surrounding Woban, who had transformed into a fierce werewolf.
He rode the towering waves of fire, slowly rising from the depths of the sinkhole.
His emerald wolf eyes coldly locked onto Arthur, who stood high above, and a cruel, savage grin spread across his lips.
"The taste of death… it's been a long time."
"Among all the gods I, Woban, have slain in my past, I declare you the strongest!"
Arthur descended back to the ground, his gaze sharply scrutinizing Woban, who had endured the explosion of the Salvation God Sword but remained unharmed. Understanding instantly dawned on him.
"Your divine radiance is dim, and your spell power is sharply reduced. Your current strength isn't even half of what it was before, is it?"
The authority involving the realm of life and death inevitably came with a heavy price.
Though Woban had died and resurrected, his power had significantly declined, making it impossible for him to be Arthur's opponent.
Arthur saw through his opponent's true state at a glance, raising the Salvation God Sword high, as wisps of the Salvation God Sword once again condensed on its blade.
Boom!
Hellfire exploded across the sky, and Woban brandished his chillingly sharp claws, a hysterical roar erupting from his wolf mouth!
"Boy, this King will teach you a lesson! For a Godslayers, injuries only make us more dangerous!"
The wolf claws, carrying a fierce gale that tore through the air, swept towards him, but Arthur dispersed the condensed lightning, meeting the attack with only the sword's body.
Clang—!
The colossal clang of metal on metal exploded, and a terrifying gust of wind gouged out large sections of crystalline sand plates behind him.
"On the verge of death, and still acting like an old fool?"
"Here, I display the supreme valor of hunting lions and dragons, shattering heaven and earth!"
Arthur looked up, meeting those frenzied wolf eyes, and his wrist suddenly twisted!
Arcs of platinum light tore through the sky, instantly cutting through Woban's tough flesh!
Amidst the flying blood spray, he abruptly lifted his foot and delivered a powerful kick!
Boom!
Rings of visible Mach cones exploded violently on the werewolf's chest!
A stark contrast in size, one large and one small, should have resulted in an obvious outcome, but the result of their close-quarters combat completely defied common sense!
Arthur's gaze was like a torch, fixed on Woban, who had fallen to all fours and barely managed to halt his retreat. He suddenly twisted his foot, stomping hard on the ground!
The mirror-like crystalline sand ground instantly cracked with spiderweb patterns, and the air current swirling behind him surged forward like a roaring smoke dragon!
Woban, who had just struggled to his feet, instinctively felt an extreme threat of death, but dazzling lightning had already burst down, violently ravaging the massive wolf body!
For a moment, wherever the lightning passed, flesh and bone were permeated with a scorching stench!
Woban, who had intended to turn the tide with his ferocious close-quarters combat, was now once again brutally ravaged. The immense disparity in martial arts made even retaliation a luxury, leaving him with only continuous cries of pain!
Arthur, with fine electric arcs coursing over his entire body, watched the increasingly "gaunt" werewolf before him with indifference. The platinum divine sword shot through the air, piercing his chest!
A square formation of lightning giants appeared out of thin air, firmly pinning the Godslayers whose life flame still vigorously pulsed. The Salvation God Sword erupted from his scarred and mangled wounds!
Arthur lightly tapped his toe on the ground, gracefully retreating, then raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
"Divine Sword: Mandala!"
In an instant, the various divine artifacts contained within the Salvation God Sword erupted from within Woban, centered on him!
They shattered bones, tore flesh, and revealed their true forms!
One by one, weapons renowned in mythology trembled slightly, transforming into endless lightning, unleashing an explosive divine radiance!
Arthur faced this extremely extravagant mythical storm, raised his hand to recall the Salvation God Sword, and murmured softly.
"The oldest Godslayers, to be buried under the bombardment of countless divine artifacts, is a fitting end for your status."
…
Inside the opulent banquet hall, the melodious symphony had long ceased, leaving only the deliberately hushed, rising and falling sounds of breathing.
The leaders of various Magus societies from around the world exchanged glances, cautiously observing the Princess Knight holding the Reverse Thorn Lance.
Though her true name was unknown, the divine radiance of a battle-hardened warrior was undeniable, and for now, it was best to obey.
Whoosh—!
A gust of wind suddenly burst open the banquet hall doors, and Arthur appeared amidst the awestruck gazes of the crowd, a charred head still clutched in his hand.
"King!"
Lancia and Guinevere's faces lit up with joy, and they quickly stepped forward to greet him.
Princess Alice and Erica exchanged glances, then, with elegant smiles, led the crestfallen Lu Yinghua and Amasu Touma to greet him respectively.
"Congratulations on your triumphant return, King. Alice believes you may have something to say to these two."
Arthur nodded, casually tossing Woban's head to the center of the hall, and his voice, like thunder, boomed out, declaring:
"The oldest Wolf King has fallen. Before him, all Demon Kings who stood against me are no longer of this world."
Upon hearing this, everyone's hearts trembled, and their gazes fell in horror upon the head, whose face was barely recognizable, stirring up a monstrous wave of shock.
Arthur did not give them time to process, sweeping his gaze across the hall, and continued to declare.
"I am the hero who annihilated the Demon Kings, here only to balance the world's chaos! Now—do you know your stance?"
At these words, the Magus from the hidden world's eyes flickered.
Now that the Untamed Gods had completely retreated into myth, if the Godslayers Demon Kings also vanished…
The opportunity for change was at hand!
However, they immediately thought of the Sage Council and the Red Cross, who had already seized the initiative, and couldn't help but inwardly curse their bad luck!
Arthur slowly turned, his gaze first falling on the gloomy-faced Lu Yinghua, and he asked in a calm tone:
"As the only direct disciple of Sect Master Luo Hao, if you were used as bait, is there a chance to lure her out?"
Lu Yinghua, understanding his greatest value, immediately clasped his hands, with a determination to face death, and said in a deep voice:
"Since the King asks, Yinghua dares not conceal. However, this plan has no chance of success."
Arthur raised an eyebrow slightly: "Oh, and the reason?"
Lu Yinghua's lips curved into a self-deprecating smile: "My master has long been secluded in the mountains, and even subordinates of the Five Prisons Sacred Cult are not permitted an audience."
"If I were captured and failed to return on time, it would only displease her, and there's absolutely no possibility of her coming out for it."
After hearing the explanation, Arthur's brows furrowed slightly, and he increasingly understood how troublesome this most fierce and demonic Sect Master was.
It was said that those who had seen that King's face had to destroy their own eyes, and even those who merely heard her voice had to pierce their own ears.
The fiercest Demon Sect Master, a demoness who had reigned over the Central Plains for a hundred years!
He had initially thought that the century-old information might have discrepancies, but now it seemed that Godslayerss indeed could not be judged by common sense.
Arthur's mind raced, and he had already decided how to deal with Lu Yinghua, then turned to sweep his gaze over the trembling Amasu Touma, a slight curve to his lips.
"Relax, Mr. Amasu. I am only here for the Godslayers Demon Kings; I bear no ill will towards you. However—"
He lightly raised a fingertip, and a wisp of wind swirled around the jade box in the other party's arms, drawing it into his own hand.
"Could you please tell me what the Committee for the Compilation of True History intends to do with it?"
Amasu Touma let out two dry laughs: "This… this is the patching heaven stone carving, famous in Eastern mythology. It has considerable collection value, so…"
"Hmph!"
Lu Yinghua, from the side, unceremoniously exposed his lie, a mocking expression on his face.
"Please, King, discern! This patching heaven stone carving is intimately related to our country's Sacred Ape and is the perfect medium for cursing him to death! These Japanese people harbor sinister intentions!"
"Sacred Ape? The Great Sage Equal to Heaven Sun Wukong?"
At this moment, Arthur's heart inexplicably skipped a beat, as if a bolt of lightning had split open all the mist.
In an instant, he completely understood the key to the mission, and a hint of a smile flashed in his eyes.
'Finally, I found it!'