Sun Fei was a little confused.
In that instant, Sun Fei really wanted to grab the head of that guy with the rusty One Sword who was just walking away, shove his butt down, shove it under his butt, let out a loud, stinky fart right in front of his nose, and then ask, "Are you fucking crazy?" He actually dared to throw down that nonchalant remark and turn away in this situation, acting all high and mighty. Would it kill you to stand in front of me a little longer?
The direct consequence of the exceptionally skilled [ One Sword ] leaving the scene was that the position of the Princess's side on the scales of victory shifted rapidly. In a daze, Sun Fei could almost see the Goddess of victory, that shameless and chaste woman, suddenly change her posture and beckon to the mysterious assassin.
Seeing this, Paris, dressed in white and holding a red rose, smiled even more broadly on her stunningly beautiful face. Her delicate hands gently pinched the rose petals, tearing off the luscious petals one by one, scattering them in the air. It was a very natural action, but Sun Fei felt an unprecedented cruelty after Paris's gentle touch.
"Hehe, I've long heard that [ One Sword ] once owed a debt of gratitude to Prince Arshavin, and thus promised to draw his sword once in his life for Sister Tanasha... It seems the rumors are true, Sister Tanasha. What a pity, [ One Sword ] only managed to block one attack for you this time... Hehe, it seems I have another chance to kill you!"
Holding a withered flower, a smile on her face, her white robes fluttering, a fragrant breeze wafting around Paris was like a beautiful Goddess. But the words that came out of her mouth sent chills down everyone's spine. This woman was a combination of angel and devil, like a sweet poison.
"Then you should give it a try!" The princess's reply was brief.
She seemed to have anticipated that [ One Sword ] would leave so decisively. Her eyes, as pure as the azure ocean, remained unchanged, and her beautiful, charming brows were still tightly furrowed. However, Sun Fei could clearly sense that the reason the princess was frowning was not because she was worried about her own situation, but simply because she did not want to say another word to the girl named Paris. The princess seemed to have a deep-seated aversion to Paris.
"Could it be that this slut named Paris stole the princess's man?"
Sun Fei stroked his chin, a mischievous thought creeping onto his mind.
At this moment, golden clouds were already rising from the sea of clouds in the mountains, dispelling the cold of the summit of East Mountain. In the distance, clouds were rising and rolling, creating a beautiful scene. The pretty yellow peaks in the sea of clouds appeared and disappeared. The summit of East Mountain had reached its most beautiful moment of the day.
On the platform atop the mountain, fewer than twenty people were born in Chambord City.
Drogba, Ballack, and ten other strongmen gripped their exaggeratedly heavy weapons, their expressions menacing as they guarded King King altar. Their eyes darted among the envoys and Prince from various countries surrounding the altar, for a terrifying archer assassin remained hidden in the crowd. Such lurking assassins were the most terrifying; no one knew when they would unleash their silent, deadly arrow, or who they would strike first...
Lampard and the badly injured warden Oleg, along with several servants, tightly protected Angela and the Loli little girl Jima behind them. These two girls were the weakest on the King's Altar, and they had no chance against the elusive assassins.
The atmosphere grew even more eerie.
Although the princess's side had a numerical advantage, the situation was not optimistic.
[ One Sword ] had only lightly injured five assassins in his previous attack; their combat abilities remained intact. Adding the archer hidden in the shadows and the woman in front of him, Paris, whose strength was unknown, the Princess's side was far fewer in number of experts than this mysterious assassin group... As for the two hundred fully armed Imperial cavalrymen, most of them didn't even have the strength of One-Star Class; they were just ordinary soldiers and could be basically ignored.
Paris's eyes were full of affection, and she didn't seem to be in a hurry to make a decision.
The alluring woman's gaze swept across the princess's face, causing everyone she looked at to involuntarily flutter in their hearts. Finally, her gaze settled on Sun Fei, as if she had found some amusing prey. She gave Sun Fei a flirtatious wink and said with a grin, " King, I can sense your nervousness, hehe," she pointed to the princess beside Sun Fei and giggled, "How about... you kill this woman, and I'll spare your life, what do you say?"
As soon as he said that, everyone's eyes were immediately drawn to Sun Fei.
"This deal... no good, no good." Sun Fei stroked his chin and chuckled, "How about we try a different approach?"
"Oh? Tell me about it." Paris held a withered flower in her hand, her smile widening.
"Hey lady, why don't you kneel down and lick my toes, and I'll spare your life? What do you say?" Sun Fei said in a serious tone.
Paris's expression finally changed.
" King, you will pay the price for your arrogance... I know you may not be afraid of death, but..." Her smile remained, but her voice turned cold. Suddenly, she turned to look at Lampard, the girl protected behind Angela and Oleg, and the smile in her eyes turned cruel, "I bet that must be your woman? What a beautiful girl, noble and elegant, pure and innocent, so pitiful, like a beautiful little elf fallen into this filthy world. King, think about it, if she were to be brutally violated by the lowest beggar with festering sores, sold to the most despicable brothel in Zenit to be a prostitute, ridden by countless stinking men every day, hehe, do you think she would still look as pure as she does now?"
Sun Fei's eyes turned cold. "Bitch, you try it."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone felt the temperature drop on the King's altar, and a sudden chill ran through them.
The scene was suffocating, like a thin strand of hair holding up a massive boulder, threatening to overturn and cause chaos at any moment. Everyone gripped their weapons tightly, their palms sweating, and they could hear their hearts pounding. But no one knew if their heart would still be beating so strongly in the next instant.
"Hehe, just kidding, you little rascal, you're so easily amused."
The beautiful woman Paris, dressed in white and holding a withered flower, seemed like a lunatic. Suddenly, she laughed unpredictably, as if Sun Fei's cold "bitch" was directed at someone unrelated to her. Her gaze returned to the princess.
"Sister Tanasha, aren't you even a little curious why the artifact [ Heavenly Sight ] couldn't detect their presence?" Paris, like a mischievous imp showing off her new invention, said, "A total of five assassins evaded [ Heavenly Sight ]'s search and easily infiltrated your vicinity. If [ One Sword ] hadn't suddenly intervened, Sister Tanasha, you would really be dead."
Princess Tanasha dismissed it with disdain.
Paris, however, wasn't angry at all. She smiled and explained to herself, "I bet Sister Tanasha would recognize this."
A sky-blue bead suddenly appeared, spinning rapidly on Paris's index fingertip. The bead was covered in strangely patterned cutouts, completely transparent inside, from which blue mist slowly drifted out, like burning incense. The mist eventually vanished into thin air. It looked like a child's toy, but the moment this blue bead appeared, everyone felt as if something had been injected into their bodies, making them feel uneasy.
"[ The Heavenly Curtain ]!" Zi Yan, the aloof and cold-blooded girl in Ziyan, exclaimed in surprise.
"Hehehe, Sister Tanasha, I never expected that Emperor Yassin Commanding Gods [ Heavenly Curtain ] upon Prince Dominguez. It seems that even the Emperor doesn't want you to live anymore. How pitiful..." Paris licked her red lips with the tip of her soft, bright red tongue.
The eldest princess sighed softly, " Hilton Paris, a small magical [ Heavenly Curtain ] doesn't prove anything. You want to use it to disrupt my thoughts? Then I can only say that after all these years of fighting, your progress has been disappointing. Because you have no idea what Father is thinking... Forget it, stop testing me with these pointless words. Dominguez must have put a lot of thought into today's assassination attempt, and he must have prepared quite a few trump cards. Quickly reveal them one by one and see if you can help him get rid of this thorn in his side."
"Hit card? Hehehe, the hit card is naturally revealed at the last moment... Hehe, Sister Tanasha, you should deal with my hand of cards that are already on the table first..." Paris still smiled radiantly, but after uttering the last word, her expression turned cold, and the smile finally vanished from her stunningly beautiful and alluring face. The wind blew her white dress, and she parted her lips slightly, uttering a word that sent chills down one's spine—
"Kill!"
Before the words had even finished, another change occurred.
The five assassins, who had been standing motionless, suddenly Teleport. Their longswords pierced the air with a long, resounding sound, creating a roar like tigers and dragons. The swordsman unleashed a powerful strike, aiming his One Sword at the princess outside her private quarters.
At the same time, the white-clad assassin with sharp claws vanished from his spot in a flash. The next instant, he reappeared behind the princess, his scales and claws outstretched, aiming fiercely at the princess's back.
The two identical assassins wielding curved blades suddenly launched an attack, but their target was not the princess, but Sun Fei, who was standing beside her. Two strange yellow curved blades whipped up a whirlwind, enveloping Sun Fei completely.
The tall, imposing assassin wielding a broadsword flashed with an orange-yellow light before swiftly disappearing into the Rock beneath his feet. Just as everyone was stunned, the King altar collapsed with a deafening roar, throwing the two hundred-plus cavalrymen standing atop it into disarray...
The five assassins worked together seamlessly, completing their tasks perfectly in an instant.
Paris Hilton, dressed in white and holding a withered flower, left a silver trail in the air; her target was—
Angela.
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