"Oh, no..."
Seeing the white-bearded, white-haired master Murphy being blasted away like a rag doll, Paris, not far away, let out a desperate roar. She flashed through the air like lightning, catching Murphy before he crashed to the ground.
Two striking dents on the chest of the white-haired old man—these were the marks of two fists.
These two punches sank four or five centimeters deep, imprinting themselves firmly on the chest of the white-haired expert, Murphy. The imprints of his fingers were even clearly visible. The violent energy did not leak out at all; it all blasted into Murphy's body, almost completely destroying the heart and meridians of this expert in the Sharp Metal Dou Qi. Mouthfuls of blood gushed from his mouth like a fountain. With Paris's support, this super expert, who had just been wreaking havoc, could barely stand on the spot, trembling.
Ten meters away.
The cavalryman who had previously stumbled and been swallowed up by the raging tide of Sharp Metal Dou Qi now stood upright in place.
A strange smile played on his lips as he reached up and removed the T-shaped visor from his head, revealing a sharp, short chestnut haircut, a square face, a straight nose, and sharply defined features that filled Paris and Murphy's horrified eyes. He was a warrior of average height, even somewhat thin and short, but he exuded a unique, steely aura of a soldier. As he stood there, he instantly conveyed the fierce, overwhelming presence of someone facing a massive army.
"Ah... Prince Arshavin?!"
Upon seeing the cavalryman's face clearly, the white-bearded, white-haired expert Murphy and the alluring woman Paris turned deathly pale, their shock evident in their expressions.
The mighty Prince of the Zenit Empire, the " God of War " Arshavin, actually appeared in person?
How is that possible?
Paris clearly remembered that according to the intelligence she had received before, His Highness should still be in the Imperial Capital Barracks at this time... Damn it, who exactly is the Grand General who is currently stationed in the Imperial Capital [Iron-Blooded Heroes]? Paris was meticulous and almost instantly thought of another possibility - obviously, the Prince Arshavin in the Imperial Capital camp at this time was just a decoy used to cover up the truth!
That's the killer move!
This is the real trump card!
Who could have imagined that His Highness the Crown Prince would lower himself to disguise himself and sneak into the investiture delegation, arriving in Chambord City early on, and then, at the crucial moment, launch a surprise attack, easily injuring his own side's experts and turning the tide of the entire situation.
Someone who shouldn't have been there, happened to be there.
Then, everything changed.
Meanwhile, Sun Fei, who was floating and hiding in the surrounding dust in [ Assassin Mode ], was also shocked to see this scene, because he recognized this thin, chestnut-haired warrior—if he remembered correctly, this warrior was the eldest princess's coachman when the Zenit Empire's investiture delegation arrived in Chambord City on the first day.
At that time, Sun Fei's Barbarian character had only reached level 16, so his senses weren't very accurate. He only vaguely felt that the coachman was a master, but he never expected that this master was actually hundreds of stories high.
Moreover, from Paris and Murphy's exclamations, Sun Fei finally learned the other noble identity of this chestnut-haired warrior—the Imperial Prince Andrei Arshavin, the man who was very likely to inherit the throne of Emperor Yassin and rule the Zenit Empire, and was known as the [ Zenit God of War ].
This discovery completely shocked Sun Fei.
The events that unfolded atop East Mountain today were utterly unbelievable. One after another, important figures suddenly appeared before him, and one unexpected event after another occurred... Sun Fei could only shake his head. He realized that he was still a bit lacking when it came to outsmarting and outmaneuvering these important figures.
" Paris, make them stop!"
Arshavin stared at the old man and the young man before him with a confident smile.
There was no joy in his expression at the fulfillment of his wish. Although this woman had helped his unfriendly brother and caused him countless troubles and almost unbearable losses, and he had dreamed of killing her countless times before, Arshavin suddenly felt a sense of mutual respect now that he had this woman's life firmly in his hands.
Such a perfect woman, yet she cannot be used by me... A beautiful woman indeed, why did she become a thief?
Paris quickly composed herself. She chewed on the sudden bitterness in her beautiful lips, sighed, and then gently waved her slender hand.
The entire battlefield instantly fell silent.
In fact, after Prince Arshavin appeared, many people had consciously or unconsciously stopped this meaningless battle. Especially when they saw the two shocking fist marks on Murphy's chest, almost everyone on the top of East Mountain instantly understood that at this point, the outcome of the duel had already been decided.
In the Zenit Empire, the eldest Prince Arshavin was a myth.
This prince, at less than twenty-five years old, had already cultivated his Fire-Element Dou Qi to the Six-Star Class, reaching the tangible realm of "containing divine essence within, Dou Qi qi like a blade," making him arguably the number one young master in the Zenit Empire in a century. In addition to his formidable personal strength, he was also skilled in military strategy. He led troops at a young age, experienced countless battles, and fought on the border for six years, during which time he established numerous illustrious military achievements. The [ Iron-Blooded Camp ] that he single-handedly created was invincible, known as unbeatable even at ten thousand strength. It was the elite force ranked first in combat power in the Zenit Empire and was known as the " War God's Whip " among various countries.
Under normal circumstances, Murphy, as a senior expert, could have held his own against this Zenit God of War. However, caught off guard by the sneak attack, Murphy was now severely injured, his meridians ruptured, and he was nearing death. Arshavin the other hand, had only suffered minor injuries when he withstood the Sharp Metal Dou Qi Aura Storm. He still possessed at least 70-80% of his level six fire-type combat power. With his own strength, this prince could completely control the entire battle ahead.
As the fighting ceased, the dust that had filled the sky gradually settled.
Everywhere there were severed limbs and muddy water soaked with scarlet blood.
The entire King altar had completely collapsed and become ruins.
Around the ruins of the King's altar, the survivors displayed a variety of expressions.
The group with red ribbons tied around their arms was clearly larger. They had previously held the initiative in the battle, but their numbers had no impact on the overall outcome. Six-Star Class expert like Arshavin could crush them into dust with a single finger. The faces of the various factions, including Kingdom of Shenhua, Kingdom of Luneng, Kingdom of Chanba, revealed undisguised despair and fear.
Meanwhile, the envoys, Prince, and guards from other countries who had suffered heavy casualties in the sudden attack were overjoyed, some even weeping with joy.
As Paris waved, the crowd parted in an orderly fashion.
After a series of light, cautious footsteps, sword-wielding assassins, white-clad claw assassins, dual-wielding swordsmen with yellow scimitars, and the earth-elemental expert who had previously fled in panic from Sun Fei stood behind the alluring woman, Paris. Various envoys and guards, adorned with red ribbons, also stood on Paris's side with expressions of despair—at this moment, although they were filled with regret, it was utterly useless. This was a suicidal gamble, a fatal mistake. By choosing the wrong side in this assassination plot, they had essentially sealed their own fate and the destruction of the nation they represented.
Meanwhile, the few innocent survivors, still shaken, stood trembling behind Prince Arshavin and the eldest princess, like chicks who had finally found their mother hen after being swooped down by an eagle. Among the crowd, Prince Modrić of the Kingdom of Lake, though covered in wounds and in a sorry state, had also survived the chaotic battle.
The crowd eventually split into two groups, which confronted each other.
The atmosphere was terrifyingly oppressive.
At this moment, Sun Fei appeared, snarling and baring his teeth. He had switched back to [ Barbarian Mode ], but he was badly injured. The robe he had originally worn to the King was torn to shreds, and there were bloody gashes on the soft leather armor underneath. His face was covered in blood, with only his black eyes showing. He was covered in blood plasma, practically a blood-soaked figure, leaving a trail of bloody footprints wherever he went.
Such injuries were so tragic that they would break the heart of anyone who saw them and bring tears to their eyes.
Many who witnessed this scene wondered if the King would suddenly kick the bucket and die on the spot. Even more tragically, everyone in Chambord City except for the unfortunate King whose coronation had been ruined—all the guards and officers—had completely forgotten that the bodies of Lampard, Drogba, Oleg, and Ballack lay silently outside the ruins of the King's altar, their blood staining the stones and soil beneath them...
"Ah, Alexander, you're alive! That's wonderful!"
Prince Modrić of the Kingdom of Lake, who had miraculously survived, was quite humane. Upon seeing Sun Fei, he quickly cheered and helped him up. Many people had seen Sun Fei being punched by the Six-Star Class expert Murphy, and at the time, dust filled the air. Everyone thought the King was dead, but unexpectedly, this guy was tougher than a rat in the sewer. Although he looked extremely disheveled and miserable, he actually survived.
Modrić helped Sun Fei stand behind the eldest Prince Arshavin.
" Paris, what a pity. It looks like I'm going to win this time."
Arshavin smiled as he looked at Paris, letting out a soft sigh of relief. Finally, this woman who had been giving him a headache was no longer a threat.
Clap clap clap clap!
Paris clapped softly.
This alluring woman, in dire straits, revealed a side of her that far surpassed many men. Surprisingly, she quickly regained her composure, clapping lightly while wearing her signature captivating smile, and sincerely said, "To be honest, I truly never imagined that the mighty Crown Prince of the Empire would come to this remote and harsh little country because of me, even going so far as to disguise himself as a lowly soldier to launch a sneak attack... Tsk tsk tsk, Your Highness Andrei, tell me, should I feel honored or afraid?"
Arshavin could certainly hear the sarcasm in the woman's words, but he was now the victor, so he maintained his smile and didn't mind at all.
"However, I must admit, it was truly a brilliant move! Those soldiers died for a reason; at least they confused Murphy, making it possible for Your Highness to easily ambush Murphy... But Your Prince, aren't you afraid that letting them die like this will dishearten the surviving soldiers?"
" Paris, things have come to this point. Put away your petty schemes, submit to me, and serve me, and I will spare your life today."
Arshavin's smile remained unchanged, but his words were spoken with an air of dominance, leaving no room for negotiation.
"Hehe, Your Highness, you are probably too confident in your own strength. Although I can't kill you and the Princess today, with my current strength, I can still escape if I want to." Paris smiled radiantly, her expression calm, as if chatting with an old friend. Her words were full of provocation and probing, but she showed no intention of submitting.
"If you had chosen to run away from the beginning, there might have been hope, but now it's not possible."
Arshavin's face still wore a smile of complete control. Sometime later, Grand Knight Roman Pavlyuchenko, along with the remaining twenty-five cavalrymen, had firmly secured the only stone staircase leading down the mountain. This meant that while the swordsman assassins might be able to hold off Paris for a few Arshavin, if Paris couldn't immediately break through the soldiers and Pavlyuchenko to rush down the staircase, Arshavin would have the opportunity to deliver a swift and decisive blow.
Paris's expression subtly changed upon seeing this.
"Sister Tanasha, your luck is truly enviable! If it weren't for that King accidentally ruining my plans, you might be the one dying today..."
Paris seemed to have resigned herself to her fate at this moment. A hint of resentment appeared on her beautiful face. She seemed unwilling to say anything more to Arshavin. Her gaze turned to Princess Tanasha, who was standing quietly in the crowd in the distance. Her tone was plaintive, as if she were really a younger sister pleading with her older sister.
This woman was indeed a bewitching Witch. With a furrowed brow and a bite of her red lips, the hint of sadness in her eyes instantly evoked a feeling of pity in most of the men present, making them want to hold this beauty in their arms and comfort her gently.
The eldest princess simply smiled slightly, "Indeed, I'm quite lucky today."
By saying this, the Female Literary Sage essentially acknowledged the role Sun Fei played in this contest.
Indeed, Sun Fei was like a troublemaker, completely messing up the script that both sides had originally planned.
If Sun Fei hadn't been driven to despair by his love for Paris Hilton, driving this wicked woman into the Mirror of Death and forcing her to prematurely summon the white-haired, white-bearded old man Murphy, then even with Arshavin as a trump card, the princess wouldn't have won so easily. After all, Murphy was also a Six-Star Class expert, and such an experienced veteran possessed a wealth of combat experience; his fighting prowess was not to be underestimated. Even in a direct confrontation, Arshavin, known as the " Zenit God of War," wouldn't be confident of victory. If he were lurking in the shadows, he would be even more terrifying.
Assassination is like a relationship; whoever makes the first move is likely to get hurt the most.
Upon hearing the princess admit that she did indeed have an element of luck, Paris suddenly revealed a strange smile, "However, sometimes, one cannot succeed by relying solely on luck."
"You..." The princess seemed to realize something, her expression instantly changing. "Everyone, pay attention..."
But it was too late.
Just then, something unexpected happened—
Suddenly, Prince Modrić of the Kingdom of Lake, who was standing next to Sun Fei, sharpened his eyes and struck with lightning speed. His palms, carrying a scorching aura, shot forward with lightning speed, striking the back of the eldest Prince Arshavin and the purple-clad girl Ziyan accurately.
The next instant, a surge of power erupted, and the fiery red, domineering Dou Qi exploded in a series of loud bangs.
Pfft--!
Something happened at the elbow or under the armpit.
incredible.
Arshavin and Ziyan Flame were focused on Paris and the others, constantly on guard against the terrifying woman's desperate struggle. They never expected that someone from their own side would suddenly launch a sneak attack from behind, and the attacker was standing right next to them. At such close range, even with their extraordinary abilities, they had no time to react, not even having time to activate their protective Dou Qi, before being struck solidly by Modrić's fiery red palms. The immense force was blasted into their bodies, and both of them coughed up a mouthful of blood, having endured the force of the blow.
The two men's faces flashed with a range of expressions, from disbelief and anger to shock.
Having landed a successful blow, Modrić did not retreat. Instead, he grinned maliciously and struck back with his palm, unleashing a fiery Dou Qi that transformed into a long dragon, roaring towards the princess not far away.
The incident happened so suddenly that most people were still caught off guard.
For a moment, no one thought of protecting the eldest princess.
Just as the brilliant princess was about to turn into a cloud of blood mist in the face of the surprise attack, a miraculous change occurred—an inexplicably blue, prototype-shaped defensive water curtain suddenly appeared in front of the princess, tightly sealing her entire body within the water curtain. When it collided with the fire dragon, a violent ripple of light appeared on the water curtain, which actually neutralized Modrić's attack.
"You despicable wretch, die!"
[ Zenit God of War ] Arshavin finally reacted at this moment. Seeing that the princess was in danger, he gritted his teeth and, despite his serious injuries, frantically circulated his remaining Dou Qi, unleashing a shocking palm strike. Modrić stretched out his palm to take the blow, and was immediately blasted into a bloody mess, spitting blood high into the air and flying backward, crashing in front of Paris and the others, thus narrowly escaping death.
This sudden change was truly a bolt from the blue.
It instantly petrified everyone.
That's incredible.
How could this happen?
No one expected that the young Prince of Kingdom of Lake Modrić, who was least likely to side with Paris's assassins, would suddenly launch an attack without warning. Nor did anyone expect that the Prince's strength far exceeded his previous Two-Star Class level. With a single palm strike, he almost killed Arshavin and Ziyan, the two strongest experts on the princess's side. Even the princess would have been killed on the spot if she hadn't had a high-level water magic equipment to protect her.
The air atop East Mountain changed instantly.
This unbelievable and dramatic change instantly altered the balance of power between the two sides.
Murphy, Arshavin, and Ziyan, originally the strongest individuals at the summit of East Mountain, were now all severely injured and unable to move. The Princess's remaining forces consisted only of Roman Pavlyuchenko, the female swordsman Susan, twenty dispensable cavalrymen, and a dozen or so envoys from other countries. Meanwhile, Paris's side, while the sword assassins, the white-clad claw assassin, the dual-wielding scimitar user, the unidentified Modrić, and the horse-slaying sword assassin were all wounded to varying degrees, they had fought without being lost, and Paris herself remained unharmed...
The balance of power between the two sides was instantly reversed.
This upheaval happened so quickly that it felt like a dream.
Those Kingdom of Shenhua Da Leiwang and others, who originally had red ribbons tied around their arms, were now filled with despair. But at this moment, their eyes lit up, and they could not hide their wild joy at escaping death. Their distraught expressions turned into ferocious smiles, and they all straightened their backs.
"Hehehe, Sister Tanasha, you finally miscalculated this time!"
The alluring smile of Paris returned to her stunning beauty. Her blood-stained white dress fluttered gracefully in the morning breeze atop the eastern East Mountain, and she looked as smug as a little girl who had just pulled off a prank. Only then did people realize that all her previous mournful words had been nothing but an act.
The eldest princess remained silent.
Despite his anger, Prince Arshavin, the [ Zenit God of War ], was already swaying uncontrollably. The blow from Modrić had just dealt him a severe blow. Meanwhile, the purple-clad girl, Ziyan, had her eyes tightly shut. Large beads of sweat rolled down her fair and beautiful face, and purple flames surged wildly around her as she tried to heal herself.
"Hehehe, speaking of which, it's quite a pleasant surprise. Originally, I only wanted to kill Sister Tanasha and cut off one of your arms, Prince Arshavin. Who knew that I could even kill Prince Jun Shen now? Haha, the Goddess of fate is truly generous. I think Prince Dominguez will be very happy to hear this news."
With a captivating smile and a chilling murderous aura, Paris approached step by step, her movements light and subtle.
Behind him, the assassins finally removed the thick veils from their faces.
"What a pity. I had hoped to enjoy a good drink with Your Highnesses, but to avoid any unforeseen complications, I have no choice but to kill you as soon as possible."
Paris's tone was so gentle, but in Arshavin and the others' eyes, it sounded more like a deadly Grim Reaper.
"Heh, good tricks. But I'm curious, if you kill me and Tanasha, how will you explain it to Father? With so many people here, this secret can't be kept forever. Sooner or later, he'll find out everything that happened here. How long can you and Dominguez keep it a secret?"
Arshavin sat on the rock, trying to buy time and circulate the remaining Dou Qi in his body, but his hope was very slim. He was too badly injured and had very little strength left.
"Hehehe, Your Highness, are you saying this to lighten the mood? You know better than I that this plan was a one-way street from the start. Do you really expect me to let you go? Killing and being killed is a simple matter. Prince Dominguez will naturally explain it to Emperor Yassin. Just say that the commoners of Chambord City rebelled, Sister Tanasha unfortunately died in battle, and Your Highness, aren't you sitting comfortably in the command tent of the [ Iron-Blooded Camp ]?"
Paris laughed lightly, but the underlying tone of her words made Arshavin's heart sink little by little.
This use of the Stand was originally a brilliant escape plan, and it almost succeeded. However, due to a sudden change, it backfired and became a handle for the opponent. Paris's meaning was very clear: as long as her gloomy brother Dominguez controlled her Stand, he could even control the [ Iron-Blooded Camp ] with ease.
" Obinna, Modrić, and He Shengzhen, the three of you immediately take all the envoys and guards to massacre Chambord City, then set the town on fire. Remember, leave no survivors; create the illusion of a riot..."
Paris gracefully waved her slender hand, issuing a ruthless order filled with blood and fire to the assassins behind her.
"Yes, sir."
The three assassins, along with the Da Leiwang of Kingdom of Shenhua and the others from Kingdom of Chanba, were overjoyed. This was a golden opportunity to make a fortune; they could freely plunder the royal family and wealthy nobles of Chambord City. Based on their prior knowledge, there was no significant Resist left in Chambord City at this point.
but--
"Hey, wait a minute, how rude of you! If you want to loot Chambord City, you should at least ask the master for permission first!"
Sun Fei, covered in blood and unsteady on his feet, suddenly stepped forward.
"You..." Modrić's face showed disdain, and he said mockingly, "With such serious injuries, do you think you can still turn the tide? Save your energy and bleed to death for free, hahaha."
"Uh, you mean you're injured?" Sun Fei wiped the blood from his face, his steps suddenly straightening as he stood ramrod upright. "I'm so sorry, I was just faking it."
At this moment, Sun Fei was lively and energetic, showing no signs of injury whatsoever.
"Tell me, why did you help this old lady Paris?" Sun Fei, hands on his hips, exuding an air of control, pointed with a menacing glint in his eyes at the two men behind Modrić: "And you two, weren't you supposed to be dead? How did you come back to life?"