In truth, Zhao Sha alone could have easily killed the Fish Scale King. But to be safe and end the battle quickly, Zhao Fu had directly sent eleven people to strike at once. One of them could kill a ninth-order expert; how could that king possibly survive against all eleven together?
After killing the king, the eleven no longer bothered concealing themselves. They even deliberately caused a disturbance. Zhao Sha gripped a Demon Blade and charged toward a squad of guards.
Countless blood-red arcs shot forth. In an instant, more than a dozen bodies were severed into several pieces, blood and organs splattering across the ground as a pungent stench of blood swiftly spread.
The news of the king's death spread like a hurricane, shaking the entire kingdom. No one had expected such a thing to happen. The king's sudden assassination plunged the kingdom into chaos.
The other three surrounding factions had not expected the king to be suddenly assassinated either. Just moments ago, Little Scale had proposed joining forces to destroy the Ancient Language Kingdom, and they had said the opportunity had not yet come. Now, the opportunity was right before them.
With the king dead, everything lost its leadership. Various sides also intended to vie for the vacant throne, plunging the kingdom into disorder. Without a doubt, this was the best time for them to destroy the Ancient Language Kingdom.
The three of them swiftly contacted Little Scale instead, planning for all four to seize the chance to launch an attack and destroy the Ancient Language Kingdom together.
A faint smile appeared on Zhao Fu's face as he had Little Scale's people accept their invitation. The four factions planned to attack simultaneously from four directions.
The other three factions gathered vast numbers of troops, all impatient to charge