Upon hearing Sun Fei's resolute refusal, [ White Snow Peak Hermit ] merely frowned slightly and remained silent. It was clear that he was a man of few words, a man of unwavering determination and tenacity, whose resolve was so strong that not even nine dragons could sway him.
However, silence does not mean admitting defeat.
The Dou Qi surged wildly, forming clouds. The longsword in [ White Snow Peak Hermit ] Dani's hand rang out with an even longer and clearer sound, captivating the soul. The guards with slightly lower strength felt dizzy and vomited. This strange phenomenon forced everyone present to cover their ears tightly with their hands. Bai Sen's sword blade hummed and vibrated at an indescribable and terrifying frequency, almost turning into a dazzling silver light under the golden morning sun.
[ White Snow Peak Hermit ], white robe and long sword.
Among the young royal experts of the 250 vassal states under the Zenit Empire, Dani is definitely a first-rate figure with Five-Star Class strength. Even though Sun Fei manifested a set of Barbarian equipment and his strength soared again, he dared not be careless in the slightest.
Adjusting his breathing, he gripped the Purple and Azure Twin Swords tightly.
The atmosphere was oppressive; it was a brief silence before a powerful strike.
The two experts, who were the most intact and strongest at the summit of East Mountain, began a life-or-death duel.
Sudden--
Whoosh!
Draw your sword.
There were no furious shouts, no soaring Dou Qi qi, no earth-shattering events, no earth-shattering tremors, not even a spectacle of dust rising from the ground. The speed of the two figures had completely exceeded the limits of human visual perception. In less than the blink of an eye, people suddenly realized that, without anyone noticing, Sun Fei and [ White Snow Peak Hermit ] had quietly switched positions.
Clang clang clang clang clang clang--!
A series of crisp, metallic clanging sounds of swords clashing finally reached everyone's ears.
A Whirlwind whipped up dust, obscuring everyone's view.
Dust settled--
Whoosh!
A spray of blood spurted from Sun Fei's shoulder, staining his mysterious armor crimson.
Exclamations and cheers rang out simultaneously atop the East Mountain, but soon, a series of bursts of blood mist erupted from [ White Snow Peak Hermit ] Dani's body, and his figure began to sway precariously, unable to stand steadily.
With difficulty, [ White Snow Peak Hermit ] looked at the numerous fine wounds that had suddenly appeared on his body, a bitter smile appearing on his pale face, "You've won, but, Your Majesty Alexander, I still beg you to spare Miss Paris!"
Using his sword as a support, blood gushed out from the countless tiny wounds covering his body, quickly soaking large areas of rocks and soil. Only then did the onlookers realize that Sun Fei's Purple and Azure Twin Swords had left countless fine, dense wounds on [ White Snow Peak Hermit ]'s chest, arms, thighs, and abdomen during the brief moment of their exchange.
Everyone was horrified: My God, in that instant that couldn't be seen with the naked eye, how many sword strikes did this King unleash to inflict such astonishing injuries on a master like [ White Snow Peak Hermit ]?
In that instant, some people began to sympathize with the Prince of Kingdom of Nadako. Legend has it that he fell in love with Paris but could not be with her, so he gave up his power and lived in seclusion on a snow-capped mountain in the country for many years. This time, he must have been acting as an assassin because of Paris. Unfortunately, he was now at the end of his life. Not only could he not save the woman he loved, but he could not even save his own life.
A hero cherishes another hero; perhaps this King should grant [ White Snow Peak Hermit's ] final request?
but--
"I've already said it, your sword can only save yourself. Her fate is up to her." Sun Fei shook his head, cruelly refusing. "If you survive one of my One Sword strikes, I'll allow you to leave alive!"
[ White Snow Peak Hermit ] was slightly taken aback.
He gave a bitter laugh, leaving a trail of bloody footprints on the ground, and slowly walked past Sun Fei, standing behind the Cold-Blooded Witch Paris again. He didn't speak again, but his hand still gripped the bloodstained longsword tightly.
Paris remained completely silent throughout this process.
Her gaze remained fixed on the surging, freely rolling sea of clouds in the distance, without even glancing at [ White Snow Peak Hermit ], as if this blood-covered man before her had no connection whatsoever with her.
"Is it my turn?" Paris turned to look at Sun Fei, her expression calm. "How many sword strikes do you want me to take?"
Sun Fei shook his head, a strange smile on his face, and said, "You are no match for me, so there's no need to draw your sword. Although someone is determined to kill you, if you can do one thing for me, I can immediately let you leave the summit of East Mountain!"
"Oh, what can I do for you?"
Sun Fei turned and walked towards the ruins of the King's Altar in the distance. Paris and the others looked on with puzzled eyes, only to see Sun Fei swing his sword and knock away several boulders, taking out something from underneath. It was light and exquisite, covered with bloodstains, and radiated a golden glow in the sunlight, exuding a unique noble and magnificent aura.
That's a crown.
The crown that should have been placed on Sun Fei's Sun Fei by the eldest King on behalf of Emperor Yassin of the Zenit Empire, symbolizing the King's Glory and power, the status of a nobleman, and the recognition of the gods, was interrupted by a series of unexpected events. The guard who was holding the silver tray to present the King also died in the melee. King crown was stained with blood and buried under the rubble.
Sun Fei gently dusted off the golden crown of the King, then turned and walked to Angela's side. He put on the brand-new sky-blue King robe that his fiancée had prepared for him, held the Purple and Azure Twin Swords in one hand and the crown of the King in the other, looked at Paris, and said, "You will crown me with the crown of the King, and I will let you leave the summit of East Mountain."
Upon hearing this, everyone's expression immediately changed.
"Are you insane, Alexander? Have you gone mad?" the swordswoman Susan sternly accused. "You actually allowed a schemer who assassinated a princess and Arshavin, a lowly assassin, a shameless woman devoid of any noble Glory, to crown you with the crown of King! Do you know what you're doing?"
"This is insane! You can't do this!" The King who had survived the ordeal also condemned it.
" Alexander, I think you should understand what such behavior means." [ Zenit God of War ] Arshavin's eyes narrowed slightly, his slender body exuding a chilling aura of the battlefield.
"Of course I know what I'm doing." Sun Fei, completely unfazed by the threat in Arshavin's tone, coldly laughed, "I simply want to make the enemy bow down and place the King's crown on my head!"
Let your enemy crown you with the King's crown?
The summit of East Mountain suddenly fell silent.
This seemingly plain sentence reveals an overwhelming sense of dominance. Throughout history, no King on the Azeroth Continent has ever taken the King from the hands of his enemies, nor has any King ever been able to do so!
The princess's sky-blue eyes brightened slightly, but there was no hint of displeasure.
Sun Fei walked step by step to Paris, handing her the golden crown still stained with blood. "Crow me the King's Crown, and I'll spare your life; you may leave!"
"What if I refuse!" Paris suddenly smiled again, reaching out to gently tidy up her wind-blown hair.
"If you refuse, the summit of East Mountain in Chambord City will likely be lost to another soul!" Sun Fei's smile appeared warm and radiant under the golden morning sun, but the murderous intent in his words made Paris's heart tremble slightly.
"You'll regret this!" Susan, the female swordswoman beside the princess, said with a displeased expression.
Sun Fei ignored her, holding the blood-stained Crown of Kings in his hand, and offered it to the Cold-Blooded Witch Paris, smiling slightly, "My patience isn't very good."
A breeze blew by, scattering the air.
The Cold-Blooded Witch Paris finally extended her slender hand and, under the watchful eyes of everyone, gently accepted the golden crown of kings. A beauty as radiant as jade, a dazzling golden crown, bloodstains on it, the morning sun shining brightly, the cold wind howling... This would be an image forever etched into the soul of everyone atop East Mountain. Paris raised the gleaming golden crown high and solemnly placed it on the victor's head.
There were no flowers or fireworks, no cheers or screams.
Some are ruins of King altars, smoke and dust scattered in the wind, limbs and severed bodies littering the ground, Bloody mud and splattered mud, and black carrion birds flying everywhere, symbolizing evil.
This was an unprecedented coronation ceremony for the King.
Seeing this scene, the surviving members of the Zenit Royal Conferment Mission all lost their luster, feeling both angry and helpless. There was no doubt that the King of Chambord City had clearly been furious with the conferment mission. In this way, he not only forged his own unique Glory but also delivered a resounding slap to the Zenit Empire.
God bless our king!
The people of Chambord City all knelt on the ground in reverence, witnessing the birth of yet another king of Chambord City.
Sun Fei held no scepter; atop his head was a blood-stained golden crown, beneath his feet lay a desolate ruin, and in his hands were two blood-stained swords.
Blood and swords!
This is the main theme of the coronation ceremony for the new King of Chambord City.
Paris stood before Sun Fei with a complicated expression, staring blankly for a moment. Then, with a swift movement, she supported the blood-soaked [ White Snow Peak Hermit ] Dani in the distance, flashing along a strange path and disappearing from the summit of East Mountain. Sun Fei did not give chase. He knew that this woman had memorized the areas without magical traps by observing the movement of the Big Black, which was why she left so easily.
However, what Paris didn't know was that Sun Fei could easily change the location of the magic traps in [ Assassin Mode ], but he simply didn't do so.
Seeing Paris and [ White Snow Peak Hermit ] abandon them and drift away, the envoys and Prince from Kingdom of Shenhua, Kingdom of Chanba and other countries below them were instantly terrified and speechless. The two yellow scimitar swordsmen flashed and tried to escape along the route Paris had taken, but were blocked in place by Sun Fei's twin swords.
"Have I given you permission to leave?"
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