I am a god-slayer, not your hero.

The entire sky shattered instantly.

It reveals an endless expanse of colorful fabric, only to reappear in the next instant.

"O Arm of Nuada, grant me the sword of victory!"

His silver right arm suddenly thrust forward, piercing through his own chest. Silver magical power surged out like a tide, wrapping around his entire body and enveloping him in a dazzling silver light.

Immediately afterwards, Tony pulled hard.

boom!

Tony's body trembled violently with the sudden pull, as if every muscle was resisting the unexpected force.

The sword tip was slowly pulled from his chest, like a comet streaking across the night sky, leaving behind a dazzling crimson trail.

As the longsword was completely withdrawn, Tony's body was violently pushed backward by an invisible and powerful force, as if even the surrounding space was making way for this earth-shattering sword strike, and time stood still at that moment.

Da da!

Tony staggered a few steps, each step barely touching the air, yet he managed to regain his balance.

The silver-white knight's sword in his hand now radiated a more dazzling light than before, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, illuminating everything around him.

The splattered blood traced graceful arcs in the air before transforming into dazzling rubies that adorned the silver sword. Heaven and earth trembled at the power of this sword strike, and all things fell silent, with only the sword's cry echoing for a long time.

Tony slowly raised the sword in his hand. The silver light, like the first ray of dawn, illuminated his resolute face, and his eyes revealed the joy of a child.

"Bring victory—King of Light."

[King of Heavenly Light] wielded in his hand, and in an instant, the light was transformed into a demonic sword, evaporating the sea and scorching the earth into crystals.

The first sword strike transformed the light into a demonic sword.

With another wave, the seawater transformed into concentric circles of silvery ripples, engulfing everything in its path.

The second sword strike resonated with the seawater, like a lament of the ocean, its surging waves revealing endless sorrow.

With the third sword strike, the earth trembled as the demonic sword collided with the ground, producing a deafening roar. Under the pressure of the demonic sword, the earth gradually transformed into a part of it.

With the fourth sword strike, the air was torn apart. Wherever the demonic sword passed, the air seemed to be sucked away, leaving behind a series of ethereal cracks.

Sword after sword, whatever Tony desires, the [King of Light] will transform the things, phenomena, and concepts it encounters into a demonic sword.

The silver demonic sword was omnipresent, like Tony's will, carrying an irresistible majesty and power.

The sword light shone on his cheek as Edelweiss stood gracefully and said calmly, "Your [Power] can transform anything that your silver arm touches into a demonic sword. This is the power to create demonic swords, but your demonic swords will also be limited by the raw materials."

"Why don't you go find a divine weapon?"

Surely such a thing exists in this world?

【Tearing Silver Hand】This weapon is enveloped in silver flames, granting it immense power capable of creating miracles such as splitting the earth, altering terrain, and breaking through the sea. It is a demonic sword with the ability to cut through anything.

Logically, Tony should find a suitable divine sword; only by combining the two would he become even stronger.

However, Tony always just used whatever he got his hands on.

"Big sister is talking about this." Tony held the [Heavenly King] in his hand with obvious delight and said casually, "Using someone else's sword always feels a bit awkward. This sword is the one that truly belongs to me now."

Edelweiss said earnestly, "You have nothing in your heart but the sword. You fight against gods and disobedient gods only to hone your sword. It is truly admirable."

Tony laughed and said, "Since you admire me so much, how about we have another match?"

“No.” Edelweiss shook his head. “I am a swordsman, and I have no interest in fighting a swordsman as a ‘sword’.”

Under the control of [Thousand Body Scorching Star], Edelweiss, as the "sword" of the resounding string, possesses the power to fight against god-slayers, but when facing a swordsman like Tony, she hopes to fight as a "swordsman".

However, as a "swordsman," he would be instantly killed by a serious Tony.

After a pause, Edelweiss added, "And it seems that my 'master's' side has also started fighting."

Not a Hibiki: Chapter 104 Luo Hao: This Father-Son Game

On a whim, Luo Hao decided to stroll along the secluded paths of Mount Lu, hoping to take in the beautiful scenery of this famous mountain.

On a summer afternoon, sunlight filters through the dense foliage and falls on the roof of the thatched cottage, casting dappled shadows that dance on the walls.

The distant woods were bathed in golden light by the setting sun, and a light mist drifted among the treetops, as if shrouded in a warm, dreamlike atmosphere.

The brook flows gently, its water crystal clear, and a gentle breeze creates ripples on its surface.

Green moss grows on the stones by the stream.

Luo Hao was over two hundred years old, yet her appearance was as beautiful as that of a young girl in her prime, with a beauty that could shame the moon and flowers and a face that could topple kingdoms.

Even describing her as an unparalleled beauty would not be an exaggeration.

She was dressed in a magnificent Hanfu, like a celestial maiden descending to earth, ethereal and otherworldly.

With her sleeves fluttering lightly and her skirt swaying gently, she seemed to possess an ethereal and otherworldly charm, making one feel as if they were in a fairy palace, experiencing that transcendent and otherworldly beauty.

This peerless beauty not only possesses stunning looks, but is also a martial arts master who has explored the pinnacle of martial arts, and a peerless Taoist nun who is deeply versed in the true meaning of Taoism. Her skills and knowledge are unmatched even by other god-slayers.

She embodies both the heroic spirit of a martial artist and the tranquil serenity of a Taoist.

The two blend perfectly, creating a unique charm and style.

Although she was born in the Qing Dynasty under Manchu rule, the history of this world differs in details. The absence of the forced hair-shaving and clothing reform led to the popularity of Hanfu in her time.

Although the Han Chinese clothing style has largely disappeared in the mountains, Luo Hao had no intention of changing with the times.

For those in the martial arts world, seclusion is merely a refuge when life is unsatisfactory; when the time is right, they will step back into the martial arts world.

However, in Luo Hao's case, it was completely the opposite.

Her purpose in life was to live in seclusion.

As for "ambition" or anything like that, she didn't have any.

Luo Hao was a contradictory person.

As a follower of the Tao, she "follows" the natural order.

As a martial artist, she "goes against the grain".

However, regardless of whether things went smoothly or not, Luo Hao lost interest in worldly affairs. Only matters related to the gods could make her leave her small hermitage on Mount Lu.

The sky was a clear, deep blue, with a few white clouds drifting lazily by. Sunlight filtered through the clouds, mingling with the greenery on the ground to create a magnificent scene.

Wildflowers bloom in vibrant colors, and various insects flit among them, adding a touch of liveliness to this summer afternoon.

In the distance, the mountains rise and fall, stretching endlessly, like a magnificent landscape painting, captivating the viewer with its poetic and picturesque scenery.

"Who dares to trespass on my sacred ground?"

Luo Hao gave a soft shout, which actually dispersed the white clouds in the sky, making the entire sky clear.

call--

Under the clear blue sky, a gentle breeze blows.

Mingxian appeared before Luo Hao.

Luo Hao merely raised his eyes, a glint of something eerie in them.

"The wind of the god of fate... turns out to be of the same kind."

"The strings resonate."

After introducing himself, Mingxian began to observe Luo Hao.

The system did not provide an improvement.

Of course, it could also be a system delay.

Luo Hao nodded slightly: "Since you are a king of the same rank as me, it's alright to remember your name."

Two hundred years have passed since she usurped God's power, and she has neither investigated nor been interested in investigating her contemporaries born during this period; at most, she simply remembers their names.

However, the next moment, Luo Hao suddenly felt that something was wrong.

This syllable appears to be written in Chinese.

It sounds like a northern dialect...

Luo Hao, who was born two hundred years ago, spoke Mandarin with a pronunciation that differed significantly from modern Standard Mandarin.

Upon hearing the words "ming xian" (鸣弦), I inexplicably felt that they were written in Chinese.

She couldn't help but ask, "Are you Han Chinese?"

“Yes, it can be considered Jiangnan…” Mingxian paused for a moment before saying, “No, I’ve traveled all over the country since I was a child, so it can’t really be called my hometown.”

Luo Hao frowned slightly and said bluntly, "Don't you even remember where you were born?"

"My grandfather was a hunter who often traveled all over the country."

"A hunter?"

Luo Hao couldn't understand why hunters would travel all over the country.

Mingxian explained, "The main job of modern hunters is actually dealing with wild animals that break into villages."

"There are also places where the ecology is out of control, such as Yunnan, where elephant herds can destroy villages when they migrate. There's also Nanjing, which used to be plagued by tigers and wolves, but now it's overrun by wild boars. That's what we do."

“This is the right way.” Luo Hao felt that this behavior of living in harmony with nature was very much in line with Taoist thought. “You look quite young, so why are you with your grandparents instead of your parents?”

“I have no parents.” Mingxian said subconsciously, then shook his head and explained, “Shortly after I was born, I was taken away by human traffickers due to some accident. Later, because of the police’s pursuit, I was abandoned in the wilderness, where my grandfather picked me up.”

Luo Hao: “…”

Should I not have asked that question?

For a moment, Luo Hao felt that being completely out of touch with the common sense of modern society seemed a bit inappropriate.

Although there were quite a few kings of the same rank in this era.

However, the other party not only had black hair and black eyes, but was also of the same race and even the same ethnicity as him, and had taken the initiative to come and pay respects to him, an elder.

My words now seem somewhat inappropriate.

Someone who looks the same as you, with black hair and black eyes, is an East Asian person of yellow race, increases your favorability by ten.

Being a fellow Han Chinese increases my favorability by twenty points.

They took the initiative to visit me; they were very polite. My impression of them improved even more.