A beautiful yet terrifying storm of death.
Even the powerful Paris was thrown backward by the shockwave, like a leaf falling in the autumn wind. She had to admit that despite her caution, she had underestimated the King's strength.
She drifted backward through the air like a falling leaf. As she was racing through her mind, planning her next move, suddenly her beautiful pupils contracted rapidly, revealing two unexpected and deadly glints. Under the cover of this beautiful storm, two flames, one blue and one purple, were hurtling toward her heart and throat.
Incredible.
The King recklessly withstood the immense impact of the colossal column of dust and death wind with his own body, tearing the air apart. Although his body was covered in blood, his murderous eyes remained piercing. His body and the ground formed a perfect parallel line. The Purple and Azure Twin Swords spun and tore at each other, creating a storm of blades that carried the aura of death as they pierced through the air.
An overwhelming aura of danger instantly enveloped Paris.
The palpable, chilling killing intent caused thin red marks to appear on her delicate skin, as if a sharp blade were slicing through it. A terrifying sensation instantly and easily tore through and halted Paris's thoughts.
Watching the layers of azure defensive flames she had desperately erected before her being torn apart like shredded paper by the Purple and Azure Twin Swords, Paris's expression finally changed. A look of unprecedented astonishment appeared on this woman's exquisite face, and she turned her head, frantically shouting a name—
" Murphy!!!"
boom--!
Before she could finish speaking, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Paris and calmly threw a punch into the air.
This punch gave people a very strange feeling.
It seemed to be extremely slow, so much so that almost everyone could clearly see the angle and manner of the punch, and even the pattern on the black ring with inscription on the middle finger of the fist could be seen clearly. However, it also seemed extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, this light punch was completed from the moment it was thrown to the moment it was delivered.
Time and space have been reversed.
Clang!
The fist struck the blue and purple flames precisely.
An overwhelming and irresistible force erupted, Purple and Azure Twin Swords in Sun Fei's hands began to tremble and bend with a mournful cry. Then the hilts shook violently, and the terrifying force, like the water of a burst dam, flowed down the blades to Sun Fei's palms, forearms, and shoulders.
Click, click--!
A chilling sound of bones breaking rang out, and amidst the hissing and crackling noises, streaks of blood, like mist, rapidly gushed from the pores of Sun Fei's arms, instantly staining his clothes red. A trickle of crimson blood flowed from the corner of Sun Fei's mouth.
Like an abandoned rag doll, Sun Fei stumbled and flew more than twenty meters before struggling to stop.
Master!
Sun Fei felt a chill run down his spine.
The person who suddenly appeared was undoubtedly the strongest expert Sun Fei had ever seen, whether in the Diablo World or on the Azeroth Continent. The strange power in this person's fists invaded Sun Fei's body through his arms, still wreaking havoc and tearing apart Sun Fei's bones and muscles, as if a series of tiny explosions were taking place inside his body. The intense pain almost made Sun Fei scream in agony.
With a flick of his wrist, he poured a bottle of [ Healing Potion ] into his mouth.
The injuries to his arms and body healed rapidly.
However, Sun Fei's expression quickly changed.
The explosive power within the body had not disappeared; it continued to tear apart the muscles and bones that had been restored by the [ Healing Potion ], causing secondary damage. The potion could only repair the damaged flesh, but it could not dispel the destructive power raging within the body.
With another flick of his hand, a small purple [ Minor Rejuvenation Potion ] appeared.
In the Diablo World, the [ Rejuvenation Potion ] is said to restore both health and mana, and to some extent, also counteract some negative status effects... Sure enough, upon consuming the purple potion, its power weakened rapidly, eventually completely negating the effects of the [ Rejuvenation Potion ] and disappearing.
Sun Fei did not make another move.
He swiftly switched to [ Assassin Mode ], his figure blurring as he vanished into the thick smoke and dust. The summit of East Mountain was shrouded in mist, the aura of blood and smoke obscuring everyone's vision—the perfect environment for an assassin to unleash their power.
The force of the punch dissipated.
Before Paris stood a tall, white-bearded old man.
The man who just punched Sun Fei away was this tall, strong Old Man with white hair and a white beard named Murphy. He was a deadly trump card in Paris's plan, originally intended to be used to deal with the assassins arranged by the princess at a critical moment. However, when her life was threatened by the two sharp swords, one blue and one purple, Paris had no choice but to play her card prematurely, revealing this super expert ahead of time.
After sending Sun Fei flying with a single punch, the old man Murphy did not pursue him.
He put his hands behind his back, and two golden beams of light shot from his eyes, piercing through layers of smoke and blood mist like searchlights, scanning back and forth as if searching for something... Gradually, a solemn expression appeared on his face.
The alluring Paris, standing behind Murphy, immediately noticed the two bloody wounds on the old man's fists, three or four centimeters deep, revealing the white bone fragments, with drops of blood dripping from his fingers onto the dust on the ground.
This discovery sent a chill down Paris's spine, followed by a wave of fear.
Murphy, with his Six-Star Class Sharp Metal Dou Qi, had long since cultivated to the supreme realm of "impervious to external objects, body as solid as ice," and his fists were comparable to divine weapons, indestructible. Unexpectedly, he suffered such a great loss under those two Purple and Azure Twin Swords... Paris felt a chill in her heart just thinking about it. If it were her, such an unbelievable attack, her throat and heart would probably have been pierced by now.
" Murphy, kill him as fast as you can!"
With her pearly white teeth biting her red lips, Paris's expression had never been so solemn. Although she still had many tricks up her sleeve, the fighting power revealed by this small kingdom made her feel uneasy. A woman's keen sixth sense told her that she seemed to have overlooked something, but she couldn't quite grasp the truth.
He's gone!
The experienced elder Murphy, surveyed the entire summit of East Mountain but couldn't find the King hiding anywhere, nor did he reveal even the slightest trace of his presence. "I can't find him!"
"What?"
Paris's stunningly beautiful face could no longer conceal her shock. This King had actually managed to evade the aura detection of a Six-Star Class expert—it was as unbelievable as the feats of the God of God of War sung by bards. After a moment's thought, the woman quickly came up with a plan. "Slaughter the guards and soldiers of Chambord City one by one, forcing him out!"
Paris is undoubtedly a master at understanding human nature.
but--
" Paris, if I'm not mistaken, the people of Chambord City... seem to be completely wiped out now."
The old master Murphy's eyes flashed with two pale golden beams as he scanned the entire summit of East Mountain once more. After seeing the corpses, his answer drove Paris to the brink of madness. For this stunningly beautiful woman, she had never encountered such a helpless predicament in all these years. It was as if she had returned to her childhood sixteen years ago, when she was locked in a dark basement by her greedy adoptive father with no way to escape. This was exactly the feeling she had experienced.
"Damn it! Never mind him then... I'll hold off the other experts, you kill the princess first!"
After speaking, Paris swayed and transformed into a streak of silver light, cutting into the distant battle to help the sword assassin, who was already somewhat exhausted, to entangle the purple-clad girl, Ziyan. Meanwhile, the white-bearded elder Murphy, strode towards the direction of the princess.
Rumble! Rumble!
With each step he took, his aura increased dramatically, and the entire earth began to shake.
The cavalrymen surrounding the princess quickly sensed the approaching danger. The remaining less than a hundred men swiftly split into two groups: one group tightly protected the princess, while the other fearlessly charged towards the white-bearded elder, Murphy, attempting to use their own flesh and blood to halt the advance of this formidable expert—even if their desperate unleashing of life force might only slow the white-bearded elder down for a mere second.
but--
Boom boom boom boom!
The white-bearded elder Murphy, slowly advanced, facing the swarming soldiers. He simply unleashed punches one after another, and the cavalrymen who tried to block his way didn't even have time to scream before turning into plumes of blood mist. The powerful and vigorous Sharp Metal Dou Qi directly shattered their flesh and bones, evaporating their blood, just like hot water poured onto a thin layer of snow on a field ridge, instantly disappearing without a trace.
This is true mastery.
Ordinary soldiers couldn't even get within ten meters of him, let alone stop him.
Nevertheless, the cavalrymen charged forward relentlessly.
Their eyes shone with the Glory of warriors, without the slightest hint of retreat or cowardice.
Unfortunately, courage cannot change everything in the face of absolute power.
In the blink of an eye, all fifty-odd brave cavalrymen perished. Their weapons and armor, along with their bodies, bones, and blood, all turned into a red mist and vanished forever from the summit of East Mountain.
The white-haired old man continued to approach step by step.
He had already infiltrated a very dangerous distance for the princess. When he threw his twenty-first punch, it was already able to directly strike the princess, who was protected by layers of soldiers.
The tragic deaths of their comrades did not deter the remaining cavalry.
Without shouts or slogans, the fifty-odd cavalrymen surrounding the princess, like moths drawn to a flame, split into two groups once more. One group continued to guard the princess, while the other group fearlessly charged towards the old man, Murphy, stepping onto the ground already stained red with the blood and bones of countless comrades.
Boom boom boom boom--!
The punches were still fierce, and the deaths were still silent.
The soldiers' heroic sacrifice seemed cheap and utterly pointless.
The white-haired old man Murphy, was less than thirty meters away from the princess.
Of the twenty-odd cavalrymen who charged forward, only one remained. He staggered forward as he continued. An annoyance flashed in the eyes of the old man Murphy. He threw a punch, and the powerful, sharp metal energy instantly engulfed the staggering figure.
Nothing can stop this white-haired killing machine now.
Murphy's gaze was firmly fixed on Princess Zhan. In the next second, he was completely confident that he could blast this Female Literary Sage, who terrified countless people in the capital Saint Petersburg, into a cloud of bloody mist with a single punch.
But then, another mutation occurred—
It's the same fist.
Silently passing through the spreading blood mist before him, as if transcending the limitations of time and space, he arrived in an instant, leaving no trace of smoke or fire, and gently imprinted himself on the chest of the white-haired old man, Murphy.
puff--!
Blood spurted wildly, staining the white beard of the white-haired god of war red.
Murphy's tall figure flew backward uncontrollably like a cannonball.
First update.
It's too early to draw conclusions about the plot; more details will follow later.