Chapter 259: Oh No, This Is Very Bad

Hong Kong City, within the Lu Mansion, a villa on the Shek O Peninsula.

Lu Yinghua, wearing a training suit, was practicing stances in the courtyard.

As the direct disciple of the Martial Arts King Luo Hao, Lu Yinghua, who was no more than sixteen years old, had already cultivated his martial arts to an extremely profound Boundary.

Even within the Wuyue Sacred Sect founded by Luo Hao, only a very small number of Elders could claim to be slightly better than him.

At such an age, with such profound martial arts, he was one of the few in the entire world.

Even Liliana and Erica, who were top-tier geniuses of this world, could not compare to Lu Yinghua.

However, Lu Yinghua felt nothing about this; he himself did not even value martial arts very much.

As for the reason why he studied it diligently every day, rain or shine, it was merely a habit.

After all, who made him be spotted by Luo Hao at a young age and taken as a personal disciple? Even if he was unwilling.

Because of Luo Hao's oppression, he even grew increasingly disgusted with martial arts and women, especially beautiful women.

"Young Master, breakfast is ready."

The old butler of the Lu family walked out of the courtyard and said to the youth who was still snoring slightly with his eyes tightly shut.

"Young Master?"

Well, Lu Yinghua had trained himself to the point where, even while unconscious, his body could automatically wake up at five o'clock in the morning to practice boxing.

Just like today.

The old butler realized he hadn't roused Lu Yinghua and said very softly.

"Having breakfast at six-thirty is a rule set by the Saint Cult Leader."

Swish!

Lu Yinghua's eyes shone with light; he cupped his hands, faced the Dongfang, and slid his feet to kneel down.

"Disciple Lu Yinghua wishes Master literary success and martial virtue, for a thousand autumns and ten thousand generations."

The old butler nearby was already used to this; ever since they came down from Lushan, his Young Master had to do this every day.

Nothing else, just a habit.

Lu Yinghua sighed, stood up and patted the dust off his training pants, revealing a sense of world-weariness as if he had seen through all things, like a sage.

"Old Lu, is there any new news regarding the Last King in Europe?"

Lu Yinghua asked the butler with a world-weary—or rather, emo—expression while heading to the hall to dine.

"The intelligence gathered has already been placed on the dining table."

The old butler replied in a calm tone, though his words inevitably revealed a trace of pity for Lu Yinghua.

Hearing this, Lu Yinghua nodded, then arrived at the dining room, and while eating soy milk and steamed buns, he picked up the document on the table and examined it carefully.

Lu Yinghua looked at it for a long time and sighed with emotion.

"This is bad, this is very bad!"

"What is it?"

The old butler, who was brewing tea, asked with some confusion.

Lu Yinghua showed a pained expression and said.

"Based on the current intelligence, it is almost certain that that King Arthur is the Last King who has been missing for fifteen hundred years."

"Could the intelligence be wrong?"

The old butler asked with some doubt, as the Wuyue Sacred Sect's control over overseas gangs was not exactly strict.

It was normal for them to cut corners.

"No, although the spies overseas have many little schemes, they would not dare to cut corners in this regard."

Lu Yinghua shook his head and couldn't help but complain.

"Unless they have someone like the Cult Leader standing behind them, it would be impossible for them to have such audacity."

"That is indeed impossible."

The old butler's expression was grave, and then he said with some hesitation.

"But how are we to report such intelligence to the Cult Leader?"

"It's precisely because I don't know how to report it that it's such a headache."

Lu Yinghua sighed and said.

"If I don't report it well, I'm afraid it will cost lives."

At the thought of his own Master, Lu Yinghua's body began to tremble.

The Last King's next target was the Martial Arts King, and the other party had already subdued the four Kings located in Europe.

This intelligence definitely had to be reported to Luo Hao, but how to report it was another problem.

"Moreover, we don't know who is stronger between that King Arthur and Master."

Lu Yinghua said this with a very helpless expression.

"According to the intelligence, on Sardinia, the other party ended that King of Wolves with one sword."

"And that King of Swords seemed to have challenged King Arthur, only to be defeated and flee."

If Luo Hao were confident in defeating that King Arthur, everything would be fine, but what if she couldn't?

After all, the Last King was the King responsible for purging Godslayers and saving the world.

No one dared to say whether there might be a Godslayer more powerful than Luo Hao before her.

It is said that Wang Mang, who founded the New Dynasty, was once a Godslayer, and was eventually purged by the Last King.

Leading to the destruction of the New Dynasty.

For this reason, they must make preparations in advance.

Even to the point of remonstrating with the Saint Cult Leader!

"If the Saint Cult Leader were to be defeated, that would be truly disastrous."

Lu Yinghua said with some worry, but for some reason, a trace of excitement emerged from the bottom of his heart.

Disastrous, this is truly too disastrous... ah no, it is too not disastrous.

Just thinking about that scene happening before his eyes.

He felt a heart-wrenching pain, as if his own heart were being squeezed by an invisible giant hand.

It's just that for some reason, the corners of his mouth were uncontrollably curling upward, bit by bit.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

How could I possibly be happy because of Master's death...

Even though he knew very well that if Luo Hao really died, his own end as a Demon King's disciple would not be any better.

Even if he were at the pinnacle of humanity, at least not having reached the level of a Godslayer, he would not escape the reckoning.

But at the thought of the Master who had bullied him since he was small dying, Lu Yinghua just couldn't help but want to laugh.

He felt like his gynophobia was about to be cured.

However, due to the passive reactions of a body long-trained by Luo Hao, Lu Yinghua's expression at this moment was exceptionally twisted.

Well, one can only say it is truly "the master is kind and the disciple is filial."

"It seems now that there is no way to avoid it, I can only warn Master."

Lu Yinghua shook his hands and said with little hope.

"I hope that King Arthur does not harbor any killing intent."

"We can only hope so."

The old butler couldn't help but mutter and sigh.

In such a major matter, what could they, who are not Godslayers, do even if they were worried?

They could only entrust their hope to the heavens.

Just at this moment, a young man wearing a martial arts uniform rushed in and cupped his hands.

"The latest news from England: King Arthur intends to come and visit the Saint Cult Leader to discuss the matter of subjugating the Monkey God."

"King Arthur has already boarded a plane to Lushan Jiujiang Airport."

Lu Yinghua stood up with a start, his face turning dark as he spoke.

"What 'discussing the matter of the Monkey God'? I think King Arthur must have ill intentions!"

Thinking of Marquis Vauban, who was defeated in almost an instant, and the defeated King of Swords Tony, Lu Yinghua subconsciously thought of a terrifying fact.

That King Arthur most likely set an ambush, which is why he defeated those two Kings so easily.

And not killing them was likely not because he let them go, but because he couldn't.

And now, the other party wants to use flowery words to make Luo Hao lower her guard, and when the Monkey God is released, attack Master together!

After figuring out Su Nian's motives from the enemy's perspective, Lu Yinghua paced back and forth in the hall and slapped his thigh.

"I will write a letter now to report to Master and explain the stakes!"

"Young Master."

The old butler said in a heavy tone.

"The more dangerous the time, the more one must find one's own position."

Hearing this, Lu Yinghua's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he nodded.

"Many thanks to Lu Lao for the guidance. After writing the letter, I, Yinghua, will personally go to Lushan to do my part in stopping King Arthur!"

Seeing this, the old butler nodded with an approving look.

At the same time, Su Nian, carrying Athena and Liliana, boarded a private plane to Lushan.

Before the plane took off, Su Nian was still on the phone with Guinevere.

"I'll leave it to you to keep an eye on Alice and the Black Prince; don't let them pull any tricks."

"And Erica, the integration of the forces in Southern Europe is left to her; I hope she can do it well."

"If Alice does well, leave the matters in England to her, and you go to integrate the forces in Europe."

"Also, keep an eye on Lady Aisha; don't let her run off again. Although her Authority has been sealed by me, this woman is somewhat uncanny."

"Right, if there is news from America, just wait for me to return to handle it."

"Alright, that is all. For now, in the secular world, the goal is to promote the popularization of Magic and the development of Magical Technology."

After arranging the matters in Europe, Su Nian put away his phone and sighed slightly.

He lamented once again that he didn't have enough manpower on hand.

At this time, the plane was also about to take off.

Just as the plane began to taxi, Liliana, sitting on the sofa opposite, said with some unease.

"King, wouldn't it be a bit too dangerous to take only me to Tianchao?"

Su Nian casually took the juice handed over by Athena, took a sip, and said with a strange expression.

"Dangerous? Why would you think it's dangerous?"

"Besides, we are going to discuss how to deal with that monkey, not to fight."

"Because..."

Liliana opened her mouth, a conflicted expression appearing on her face. Finally, she gritted her teeth and whispered a reminder.

"I don't know why, but my intuition tells me that this trip to Lushan will definitely not go smoothly."

King, are you truly unaware of your own identity? The Last King, who specializes in purging Godslayers, discussing with a Godslayer how to deal with another Heretic god.

Do you believe there is nothing fishy about this?

Based on Liliana's understanding of that Martial Arts King who founded the Demon Sect, this was no different from sending a war declaration full of provocation.

Conflict is inevitable.

"My King, forgive my bluntness, but if you come into conflict with that Sect Leader, it is highly likely that my power will be unable to provide you with any assistance..."

Instead, I would only drag you down.

Liliana did not speak the words that followed.

Moreover, she did not understand why Su Nian had chosen to have her accompany him, rather than Erica, who was more versed in etiquette and had better social skills.

Or perhaps Guinevere and Heavenly Lord Lancelot, or even the White Princess would have been acceptable.

But why, of all people, her, who could provide no help whatsoever?

At this moment, Su Nian, who was drinking juice, interrupted Liliana's words with a calm expression.

"That is, of course, because they all have more important things to do."

"So that is how it is?"

Upon hearing this, Liliana breathed a sigh of relief, though a trace of sorrow inevitably welled up in her heart.

So, is Lily the most useless one?

This also caused a sense of crisis to arise within Liliana.

(End of chapter)