Chapter 122

The night shattered.

Duncan now held not the Sword of the Covenant’s Victory, but a holy sword whose essence was the “Faith of Avalon.”

The Guardian Fairies forged the holy sword and its scabbard from the faith of Avalon, but only in the hands of a true King of Britain could its seal be unlocked, allowing the king’s authority to command Avalon’s faith-power and reveal its true might as a divine artifact.

Of course, the Gewanu before Duncan was no mere worm.

The Worm King, having watched long enough, finally stirred. Thousands of fine hairs covering his body, sharp as silver needles, rained down like a storm as he shook—targeting Lin Tianyao ahead.

He opened his eyes and gazed upward; the sky was dark, a faint, indifferent blood-red haze stretching across the heavens, and on the upturned face above him, he saw the strange floating land suspended in the sky.

He arrived smoothly at the airport. Ren Jian had just stepped out of the car when he received a call from Su Han, wishing him a safe journey. He thanked her kindly and hurried to check his luggage and complete boarding procedures.

“Whether or not I’m your opponent, I need to know after I’m done,” Lin Tianyao said coldly.

“They say it only works if your mother or wife recites it for you,” Qing Rang said, placing her hand on her clothes. Though she knew it was merely legend, she desperately wanted to try—just so he might return safely.

On his way home from work, Ren Jian received a call from an unknown number. He sensed something was amiss, paused a moment, then pressed answer.

The dim and bright door flickered with shifting black and white light, reflecting across his face; his gradually withered heart suddenly glimpsed, in that interplay of light and shadow, something he had never seen before.

After ruling this fertile land for countless years, this arrogant, boastful dog-headed creature had now become a lost dog. Nearly all members of the royal family perished in the fiercest battle of this city.

“I told you not to eat this junk food,” Jin Guangyan said, exasperated. How obsessed was she with this nutritionless stuff?

If nothing goes awry, Nuga will make a powerful return in the King of Fighters ’98 era and become an invincible powerhouse.

The moment Gu Hao ran received the call from Director Lin, he rushed to the police station. Seeing the men who had once bullied Yan Lan, his anger surged—but he restrained himself and asked Director Lin for details.

“Is this good or bad for Beibei?” Su Man asked Luo Yiyi from her bed.

‘Why hadn’t she thought of this before? This little brat always has clever ideas,’ Luo Yiyi thought to herself.

“Feng Jie has already gone to the World of Death’s Beginning to seize the Emperor’s Qi. Zhang Xin, step aside. We’ve been partners—let me kill him, and it will all be over,” Chou Feng sighed.

The black giant wolf burned with black flames nearly solid in their intensity; the black energy even crept across the Giant God Soldier’s shoulder, beginning to stain it black.

“First, look where you are,” Luo Yiyi said patiently, wondering how she’d react when she learned she’d crossed over—both worried and curious.

“That’s right. Aside from the addition of this new city, Winterwood City, everything else remains unchanged. The only additions are the city of Winterwood City and the Holy Grail War—and of course, you, who are tied to the Holy Grail War…” Feng Jie said.

Instantly, a furious killing intent locked onto Fu Zhanpeng. As a true immortal who had achieved sainthood through physical cultivation, Li Jing followed the orthodox path of cultivation. Though his combat power fell short of his son Nezha’s, killing Fu Zhanpeng would be no harder than crushing an ant.

“Hey.” I made no effort to hide it—I wanted him to know I have nothing left, nothing to bind me.