If something went wrong while Salvatore Doni fought Chen Fan, it would be bad. It would seriously harm their interests.
"Sword King?" Chen Fan looked at Erica and asked. He knew nothing about Kings and had no interest in them.
Erica explained, "He is Italy's King. Because his swordsmanship is exceptionally superb, he is called the Sword King. He is a willful fellow who only likes fighting, never handles affairs, and loves causing trouble. I never expected him to return at a time like this. He must have heard the news about the Seventh King."
"I see. So he wants to fight me? Then he must possess divine Authority too."
Everyone was startled by Chen Fan's words. What did he mean? They knew God Slayers pursued Authority. The more Authority they possessed, the stronger they became. But there was only one way to obtain Authority: kill the other party. No matter what, Salvatore Doni was Italy's King. If Chen Fan really killed him, then if a Disobedient God appeared in Italy again, who would protect the country?
The sound of sudden laughter rang out. "Hahaha, so this is the Seventh King? He really is domineering! His obsession with power is even stronger than mine. He covets the Authority of gods, and even the Authority of Kings. That is how a King should be!"
A blond Italian youth in an extremely flamboyant shirt appeared nearby and walked toward them. He looked around twenty-three or twenty-four, with a wild and uninhibited expression. A long, narrow black case was strapped to his back, containing his weapon.
Beside him stood a bespectacled man who looked like a butler.
When they saw the blond youth, everyone's expressions became extremely respectful. A King represented the highest and most noble status.
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