The wise and resourceful Princess Yuan and Arshavin naturally understood the source of the King's anger.
The ruins atop East Mountain, the towering smoke and flames in Chambord City, and the chaotic King ceremony—besides the influence of the Cold-Blooded Witch Paris, a large part of the reason lies with the Eldest Princess and [ Zenit God of War ] Arshavin, among others. If the Eldest Princess hadn't initially chosen Chambord City as the location for this confrontation, perhaps none of this would have happened.
Arshavin remained silent with a gloomy face, only channeling his Fire-Element Dou Qi to heal and soothe his injuries.
Even the slow-witted swordswoman Susan sensed the chilling hostility emanating from Sun Fei. Gripping her Sharp Sword tightly, she, along with Grand Knight Roman Pavlyuchenko and the surviving cavalry, stood guard beside the princess, fearing that Sun Fei might suddenly attack in anger. Among them, Grand Knight Roman Pavlyuchenko had the most complicated feelings. During the conflict at the victory banquet a dozen days ago, he hadn't taken this young man seriously at all, and even had little desire to make a move. But now, when this young man stood before him again, he realized that he had lost the right to attack.
In terms of individual ability, Pavlyuchenko is far from being a match for Sun Fei.
However, as a Grand Knight Commander, Pavlyuchenko's strength does not lie in personal martial prowess; his forte is commanding troops and strategizing in battle. If given a complete cavalry square of two hundred men, he would be absolutely confident in defeating Sun Fei head-on. But for now... he should just obediently bow his head.
The atmosphere suddenly became even more oppressive than during the earlier, more intense fighting.
Wow wow wow wow--!
Hundreds of black carrion birds overhead, drawn by the corpses and the Bloody on the summit of East Mountain, refused to leave, emitting a series of irritating cries.
boom--!
Sun Fei suddenly threw a punch towards the sky.
The air was blasted apart by the enormous, terrifying power emanating from that fist. Amidst the deafening roar, visible air currents suddenly surged upwards. The flock of carrion birds hovering in the sky had no Avoid, and forty or fifty of them instantly turned into clouds of blood mist and exploded amidst their mournful cries. The palpable killing intent caused these enormous carnivorous birds of prey, which were particularly sensitive to death, to flee at top speed.
Clang clang clang clang!
Both the cavalryman and the female warrior Susan drew their longswords, prepared for the worst.
"Alright, that's finally a bit more satisfying... Your Highness, you've been frightened!"
Sun Fei's words brought a sigh of relief to the female swordsman and cavalry; it seemed their lord had finally grasped the crux of the matter. Only the princess herself remained completely unconcerned. She seemed to have anticipated Sun Fei's eventual choice. Her azure eyes, as captivating as the abyss of the sea, reflected the Sun, and she smiled rarely, nodding gently. " Your Alexander, thank you for today!"
Sun Fei smiled slightly and didn't say anything.
To be honest, from the very beginning until now, Sun Fei has never dared to underestimate this woman in the slightest.
Although today's events appeared to be a display of divine power by Sun Fei rescuing the Princess from her dire straits, Sun Fei had a strange feeling—even without his intervention, the Princess possessed a trump card yet to turn the tide. What that earth-shattering trump card was, Sun Fei had no idea. But throughout the entire process, this frail woman, who looked as if she had just recovered from a serious illness, remained remarkably calm, as if she were merely a tourist passing through.
Sun Fei switched to [ Assassin Mode ] and quickly cleared away the invisible magical traps that were scattered everywhere.
The summit of East Mountain was severely damaged. The main building, the King's Altar, was completely in ruins. More than half of the giant stone statues symbolizing the Glory of the King and heroes of Chambord City were destroyed. The area was a scene of utter devastation. Over a hundred of Chambord City's Iron Army soldiers received the signal and quickly appeared on the summit, led by the King's personal bodyguard Fernando Torres, and the chief bodyguard, Petr Čech. These soldiers were elite warriors carefully selected by Brook and Čech for His Majesty the King and slowly tempered and transformed by the Hulk Potion. Each of them possessed immense strength, easily lifting boulders weighing nearly a thousand pounds. The cleanup of the ruins proceeded very quickly, further enhancing Sun Fei's image in front of the important figures of Zenit. The twenty surviving cavalrymen were utterly astonished. They now understood that the King of Chambord City was a monster, and his soldiers were monsters too. Their terrifying strength meant that even if they were tied together, they wouldn't be a match for a single soldier from Chambord City.
The handsome old man Best appeared before the princess, holding the ledger in his hands and wearing a forced smile.
"Your Highness, I am very sorry to have startled you at the ceremony... However, the losses suffered by Chambord City this time are truly enormous... Moreover... well, some of the unnecessary damage was even caused by the Imperial delegation. We... hehe, perhaps you could request some assistance from the Imperial Minister of Finance... After all, His Majesty Alexander and Chambord City paid a heavy price to protect Your Highness the Princess..."
The swordswoman Susan and the cavalrymen nearly bit off their own tongues. How dare this effeminate old man demand compensation for his losses from the princess?
However, even the Princess, a literary sage, was at a loss with this handsome old man. He was impeccably polite in every gesture, exuding aristocratic elegance, yet stubbornly clinging to his account books like a petty bourgeois. She couldn't scold him, nor could she hit him; her face was filled with helplessness. Ultimately, she couldn't escape the same fate as the princes of Shenhua, being coerced by the old man, through a combination of soft and hard tactics, into signing a financial aid plan on behalf of the Zenit Empire...
While his father-in-law was enjoying a great victory, Sun Fei stood before Andrei Arshavin, the " Zenit God of War," who was recovering from his injuries. This renowned God of War was definitely an unlucky fellow who hadn't checked the almanac before leaving home. His carefully prepared escape plan not only failed to work but was also used against him in a sneak attack, almost causing him to capsize and die in this small border country, a great loss of face.
In reality, for Arshavin, the loss of face was secondary.
This severe injury was a devastating blow to him. The Zenit capital was in chaos, and Emperor Yassin had held power for over sixty years, was growing increasingly weak. He and his second Prince, Dominguez, were considered the most likely Prince to inherit the Prince. Their struggle had reached a fever pitch. Dominguez was a shrewd and powerful opponent with the support of many ministers and nobles in the capital. Faced with such an adversary, Arshavin's injury would undoubtedly be a significant disadvantage for his faction. If he couldn't recover quickly, the [ Zenit God of War ] would face unprecedented difficulties in the competition for the throne.
Unfortunately, his injuries are so severe that he absolutely cannot recover within six months.
The energy that [ Butcher ] Sandro had blasted into his body, amplified and altered by the two magical rings, became extremely domineering and fierce. Even with Arshavin's Six-Star Class power of 'Containing Divine Inner Strength, Dou Qi Like a Blade', he couldn't suppress it and could only slowly channel it away. Since being injured, he had been doing his best to heal, but the effect was minimal. So far, he had only managed to stabilize his injuries and prevent them from worsening. He had no chance of driving away that domineering energy.
The purple-clad girl, Zi Ziyan, was in a similar situation to Arshavin, surrounded by a swirling purple flame. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her exquisitely beautiful face, and her delicate nose was slightly wrinkled, clearly indicating that she was not satisfied with the treatment process for her injuries.
"Hey, beautiful, thanks for reminding me and showing concern earlier!" Sun Fei walked up to Ziyan, smiling as he handed her a small bottle of purple [ Rejuvenation Potion ]: "This might be helpful for your injuries."
Ziyan looked at Sun Fei with a puzzled expression.
When she saw that smiling face, brighter than the sun in the sky, she hesitated for a moment. She remembered how she had warned Sun Fei when he was ambushed by the White-Robed Thorn, and how quickly Sun Fei's wounds, which resembled holes, had healed. Without hesitation, she took the slightly warm potion, uncorked it, raised her swan-like, fair neck, and drank it all in one gulp.
An indescribable gentle aura suddenly rose within Ziyan's body, and then the domineering energy was suppressed by this gentle medicinal power, like snow being splashed with bone broth, collapsing instantly and disappearing without a trace.
The purple flames flickered and then were absorbed into the girl's body. To her surprise, she found that her serious injuries had been almost completely healed in an instant. With careful nurturing for another month or two, it would not be difficult for her to fully recover to her peak condition.
"Thank you, King Alexander!"
The young girl Ziyan, bowed slightly. Perhaps without even realizing it herself, her attitude towards Sun Fei had quietly shifted from disdain at their first meeting to curiosity and goodwill.
Sun Fei smiled slightly.
He turned around and walked back to Arshavin, gently tossing down half a bottle of [ Rejuvenation Potion ], without saying a word, and rode off from the summit of East Mountain with his Big Black in his arms and his fiancée Angela in his arms.
If Arshavin is truly a smart man, he will not only not resent Sun Fei after today, but will probably try every means to win him over.
Even the Cold-Blooded Witch Paris Hilton, who has already escaped, and her second Prince, Dominguez, will probably send people to win over Sun Fei. In fact, the reason Sun Fei let this Cold-Blooded Witch go today was not out of pity for Witch beauty, nor was it because he was moved by the steadfast love of Dani, the swordsman of [ White Snow Peak Hermit ], but because he was considering the future of Chambord City.
I'm so sorry, I can only update once today.
Although there were compelling reasons, they were just trivial matters of my own, and the incident happened suddenly... But in short, they were all just excuses, and I could be beaten and scolded as I pleased.
I'll start apologizing with updates on Monday.