"Get out of my way!"
Sun Fei grabbed at the air with both hands, and a pair of swords, one green and one purple, appeared in his hands. The terrifying power of the level 21 Barbarian erupted instantly. Although there was no gorgeous Dou Qi aura, the pure physical strength was even more terrifying. The Purple and Azure Twin Swords turned into two dazzling afterimages in the air and accurately struck the two yellow scimitars who suddenly attacked.
Clang!
Two clusters of Mars burst forth, like magnificent fireworks.
In terms of sheer power, the level 21 Barbarian's burst of power is clearly superior to that of other experts of the same level. The yellow scimitar bounced off without a doubt, and the enormous force instantly shook off its owner. The two swordsmen were filled with unspeakable astonishment. They had never expected that this King, who showed no trace of Dou Qi, would possess such immense power.
Sun Fei deflected the scimitar with his twin swords, stomped his foot on the ground, activated the Barbarian skill [ Leap ], and leaped through the air like a ball, frantically chasing after Paris Hilton's defenses. At this moment, Sun Fei could no longer care about protecting the princess, because his fiancée Angela was in great danger.
The flirtatious woman was incredibly fast, arriving in front of Angela in the blink of an eye.
"Go back!"
A dazzling display of blue and red Dou Qi flames erupted as Lampard and Warden Oleg desperately shielded Angela's delicate body. Lampard, possessing Three-Star Class strength, unleashed his full power, unleashing a magnificent blue water-based aura that soared into the sky, even enveloping Angela behind him and Oleg beside him. Behind him, the black Giant Divine Weapon emitted a clear, resonant tremor. He gripped the hilt of the sword in reverse and slashed it heavily through the air. Amidst the rushing water, the massive blue Dou Qi aura flames roared like a raging sea, meeting Paris's attack from mid-air.
Warden Oleg was relatively weaker, but he still endured his injuries and unleashed a powerful One Sword strike. His fiery red Dou Qi lashed out like a long whip through the air.
Paris stood in mid-air, a cold smile playing on her lips, and gently pressed her slender hand down in the air.
Bang! Bang!
With two muffled groans, the blue surge of Dou Qi aura and the red whip of fire instantly dissipated. Lampard and Oleg were struck as if by Bash, both spitting out a mouthful of blood as they flew backward and fell towards the foot of the King's altar.
Even with their combined strength, the two couldn't withstand a single move from Paris.
This didn't buy Sun Fei any time to get back to the rescue.
With a flash of white, Paris appeared instantly behind Angela.
A delicate, boneless hand, just as it had held the red rose before, gently gripped Angela's swan-like neck. With a backhand slap, it sent the blonde Loli Jima was about to pounce, flying through the air. Paris's lips still held a charming smile, her beautiful eyes smiling as she looked at Sun Fei rushing towards her. The undisguised playfulness in her eyes made Sun Fei's heart sink little by little.
In a single move, the woman easily subdued Angela.
"Let her go!"
Sun Fei had no choice but to stop five meters away. With a thought, the Purple and Azure Twin Swords in his hand vanished in a flash. His eyes, like arrows imbued with ice magic, were fixed on Paris, as if he wanted to nail this slut to the spot.
"Tsk tsk tsk, getting nervous?"
Paris's smile remained as alluring as ever, her flawless white face radiating breathtaking beauty. She paid no heed to the chill in Sun Fei's eyes, gently gripping Angela's neck with one hand while casually smoothing Angela's beautiful black hair with the other, their movements intimate, like a close female companion grooming a friend.
" King, do you remember what I just said? Hehehe, your woman will be ravaged by the lowest beggar in the world, sold to the most despicable Barracks to be a lowly military prostitute... How about it, are you scared now? Heartbroken? Terrified? Hehehehe, King, come here, kneel down like a beggar, kiss my toes, beg me, and then, perhaps I will spare your life!"
Sun Fei's heart sank little by little.
This woman is crazy.
She relayed every single word Sun Fei Sun Fei just said back to him.
Clearly, the only reason Paris targeted Angela, this seemingly harmless woman, first was because of Sun Fei's earlier words... This woman was stunningly beautiful, breathtakingly gorgeous, and incredibly charming. Dressed in white, she was ethereal and otherworldly, like a fairy on water. Yet, she was also ruthless and vengeful, possessing a stubborn and twisted mentality that was unimaginable and incomprehensible to ordinary people. Her beautiful, cat-eye-like pupils gleamed with a cruelty akin to a cat toying with a mouse. Her slender hand gripping Angela's neck tightened little by little, making the girl's breathing quicken. Then, she smiled as she watched Sun Fei's anxious expression.
At this point, the entire summit of East Mountain had become a battlefield of Shura.
The swordsman's the Storm Riders and decisive One Sword was blocked by Zi Ziyan, the purple-clad girl beside the princess. The two appeared to be of similar strength, and for a moment, Ziyan swept across the sky, her sword energy surging wildly, making it impossible to see their figures. All that could be heard in the air was the continuous clanging of Sharp Sword clashing, indicating a fierce and evenly matched battle.
On the other side, a white-clad White-Robed Thorn, clad in strange white scales and wielding barbed claws, clashed fiercely with Knight Commander Roman Pavlyuchenko. The White-Robed Thorn moved elusively and mysteriously, his claws seemingly capable of tearing through space at any moment, often launching attacks from the most unexpected directions and in the most unpredictable ways. The ever-smiling, baby-faced, blond knight Pavlyuchenko, on the other hand, followed a path of seemingly clumsy yet skillful artistry, wielding a two-handed knight's greatsword with only the simplest basic movements of slicing, chopping, hacking, slashing, and sweeping. Despite its simplicity, he always managed to block the White-Robed Thorn's exquisite moves with lightning speed, forcing him back three steps and preventing him from getting close to the princess.
After being forced back by Sun Fei, the scimitar-wielding double-swordsman did not pursue them, but turned around and attacked Princess Zhan.
At this moment, the princess was no longer protected by any experts. The two hundred-plus Zenit Empire cavalrymen displayed the indomitable spirit of imperial soldiers. They faced death without fear, shouting and charging forward to block the princess's path, surrounding her and building a Great Wall of Steel with their own flesh and blood. Even if they died in battle, their bodies would be placed in front of the princess. The scene was extremely tragic and heroic.
The two swordsmen wielding strange yellow scimitars were enraged. Although their strength far surpassed that of the cavalry, and their blades flashed, each strike sending a cavalryman's head flying into the air, dying on the spot... however, facing this group of fearless soldiers, they were unable to get close to the princess in a short time...
The King's altar, built of white boulders, began to tremble under the destruction of the earth-elemental master who had burrowed underground. It creaked and groaned like a rotten wooden house about to collapse. Huge stones flew everywhere, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ground. Dust billowed and shot into the sky. The King's altar was about to collapse, and many soldiers cried out as they fell into the cracks, crushed into mincemeat by the boulders, and died a violent death.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Every now and then, a silent arrow would fly out from the dust, piercing the soldiers' foreheads, eye sockets, throats, and hearts like bloodthirsty serpents... The archer, lurking in the shadows, was elusive, each arrow a deadly strike, like the Death God's Touch itself.
Beneath the King's altar, an unexpected scene unfolded—
Prince and envoys from various countries were now engaged in a fierce battle.
After Paris uttered the word "kill," princes and envoys from more than a dozen countries, including Prince Da Lei of Shenhua Kingdom, Prince Po Yong of Luneng Kingdom, and Li Yi, the envoy of Chanba Kingdom, immediately stood up and did the same thing—tying a red ribbon around their arms, then grinning maliciously as they drew their long swords and slashed at those around them who did not have red ribbons tied around their arms.
"Prince Dominguez will reward handsomely for killing the eldest princess!"
"You bastard... get the hell out of my way..."
"Kill Tanasha, leave no survivors, and do not let any member of the investiture mission escape!"
"Hahahaha, kill them all! Kill them all! First, wipe out all these envoys and guards!"
Amidst the billowing dust, the golden rays of the rising sun shone faintly through the mist. The entire summit of East Mountain seemed to have transformed into a blood-soaked Shura, a scene of flashing swords and clashing blades, limbs flying everywhere, Hell blood splattering like a torrential downpour. Everywhere were mournful screams and ferocious cries...
The delegation of over 200 ambassadors from various countries was divided into two groups.
The group with red ribbons tied around their arms clearly knew what would happen at the investiture ceremony. They were well-prepared, reacted swiftly, launched a sudden attack, and were well-organized. They quickly gained the upper hand and slaughtered their opponents at will.
On the other side were friendly envoys who had come purely to congratulate Sun Fei on his ascension to the throne. Caught off guard, they suffered heavy losses, with most of them killed or wounded in a short period of time. They huddled together and struggled desperately to Resist, but in the face of a powerful enemy, they were like small boats on a stormy sea, in danger of being capsized at any moment.
Sun Fei glanced at it and immediately understood everything.
It turns out that this investiture ceremony atop East Mountain has become the battleground for two immense forces. The conspiracy and danger he had vaguely sensed beforehand, that uneasy premonition, clearly stemmed from this. As the saying goes, when the city gates catch fire, the fish in the moat suffer. Originally, this struggle had nothing to do with Chambord City, but since it had been chosen as the unfortunate host, the destruction of Chambord City seemed to have been predetermined long ago.
" King, what are you still hesitating about?"
Paris smiled at Sun Fei, her white robes billowing as if she were about to take flight, as if all the bloodshed and agonizing cries around her had nothing to do with her. "Come here, kneel down and beg me, crawl over... lie at my feet, hehehehe, maybe I really will spare your life."
Sun Fei looked at Angela.
Amidst the swirling dust, the beautiful young woman resembled a solitary lily. Her face was somewhat pale, but the light shining in her beautiful eyes remained unwavering, without a trace of fear. Drops of blood, splattered from afar, stained her sky-blue dress like blooming plum blossoms, the gray dust obscuring the original azure of the gown.
This gown was personally designed by Sun Fei for Angela before the ceremony. It was gorgeous, clear, and unique, outlining the breathtaking beauty of the young girl.
Sun Fei clenched his fist.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, lifting the girl's skirt and revealing her smooth, jade-like white legs, a sight so beautiful it was breathtaking.
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