The person who suddenly appeared stood in a corner of the sixth-floor hall, making no attempt to conceal his presence. He wore a loose black robe with a monochrome hemp rope belt around his waist. He was of medium build, and his long, black hair cascaded down his shoulders like a waterfall. His attire was very ordinary; unlike other assassins who used black masks to conceal their faces, Sun Fei could see that this person's appearance was quite ordinary, with a plain and unremarkable face.
Even if you pass by such a person a thousand times, it's difficult for them to leave a deep impression on others.
This person appeared in the hall at some unknown time, as if he had always been standing there, but Sun Fei had simply not noticed him before.
Sun Fei's gaze swept across the crowd, finally settling on the weapon in the man's hand.
An execution sword!
The sword has a cylindrical handle and a band of bright red mottled steel spikes around its hilt. It is 1.6 meters long and has no tip. It is like a dark rectangular piece of meteorite iron with sharpened edges on both sides and two menacing hooks at the top. Such a sword is suitable for slashing and is often used for beheading in the Azeroth Continent. It is an extremely vicious and ruthless sword.
The sword was casually tossed on the ground by this person, yet it seemed to weigh a ton.
Sun Fei initially thought this man was a skilled assassin sent by Paris's side to provide support. After all, for an assassin, not concealing one's face and using a weapon so unsuitable for assassination are both major taboos. However, when Sun Fei noticed the man's eyes, he immediately realized he was wrong.
Those were the eyes of a wild beast, gleaming with cruelty and a deathly light as it spotted its prey.
Cold-blooded!
ruthless!
The man's gaze remained fixed on Paris in the midst of the battle, but Sun Fei could sense that his sidelong glance swept over him once more. Perhaps not noticing any fluctuations in Dou Qi, he then stopped paying attention to him.
Finally, the man took a light step forward.
The execution sword was being dragged along the ground. Surprisingly, the blade rubbed against the wooden floor, occasionally producing a burst of sparks, as if what was being dragged by this person was not an ordinary execution sword, but a huge mountain.
Sun Fei could clearly feel that with each step this person took, his aura would double.
By the time he completed the fifth step, he had already reached the initial stage of the Five-Star Class Dou Qi qi level.
The execution sword, stained with red marks, suddenly began to tremble slightly, emitting bursts of sword cries. A sharp killing intent instantly filled the entire sixth-floor space. This sword seemed to have come to life, pleading, begging, and yearning... for the nourishment of blood and flesh.
Paris, caught in the midst of the battle, sensed danger.
A burst of azure Dou Qi erupted, forcing the three attackers back three or four steps. Her slender, jade-like hand gracefully traced mysterious trajectories in the air, like an ancient chant. Two azure divine birds burst forth from her delicate body, instantly filling the air with clear, melodious chirping. This created a hazy illusion, as if one were in an ancient forest, and the exquisitely beautiful woman with flowing golden hair before them was the Goddess of the forest.
The next moment, the azure divine bird darted out like lightning, circling around Paris and effortlessly piercing through the two assassins beside her, who were covered in scales and wore black masks. Two plumes of blood mist exploded in the air, shattering them into pieces. At the same time, Paris's figure did not stop for a moment. The long sword in her hand, with a light as fast as lightning, swept across the throat of the last assassin.
Seeing his companion die a gruesome death, the man dragging the executioner's sword showed no change in expression.
It was as if the people dying before his eyes were not his companions, but three stupid pigs.
boom--!
He suddenly took a step forward, gripped the hilt of the execution sword with both hands, and slowly cleaved the greatsword vertically.
As the sword fell, a terrifying force erupted from it, sweeping through the air towards Paris, who was five meters away. The incomparably sharp sword energy, though invisible, was as powerful as a tangible object, like a giant, peerless blade pressing down. Wherever it passed, floors, tables, chairs, wooden pillars, screens... everything was instantly and silently cleaved in two.
A terrifying killing move!
Paris's expression changed, and her body blazed with azure light once more. With a graceful wave of her hand, the divine bird reappeared, its emerald cry meeting the invisible killing intent. Amidst a deafening explosion, azure light spilled out, the divine bird's mournful cry shattered, and the sword energy, still like a rainbow, struck Paris with lightning speed.
puff--!
The Alluring Witch spat out a jet of blood, her delicate body flying backward through the air.
Her protective Dou Qi was instantly shattered.
The difference in strength between the two was simply too great; Witch couldn't withstand a single blow.
The swordsman took another step forward, repeating the previous action, raising his sword to strike again. Another terrifying sword aura shot out, slashing towards Paris's body, which had not yet hit the ground, leaving no chance of survival.
"Your Majesty, if you don't intervene soon, I'm really going to die!" In this extremely dangerous moment, Paris showed no sign of tension. Instead, a charming smile bloomed on her face as she completely gave up Resist and turned to look at Sun Fei.
boom--!
A square fist imprint, as clear as glass and about one meter in size, appeared out of nowhere, dazzling and bright, and collided with the invisible and terrifying sword energy.
Snap!
Like the sound of shattering glass, the sword energy was broken, and a sharp gust of wind swept outwards. The entire sixth floor was instantly hit by a terrifying storm of turbulence, like an earthquake. The walls on all four sides collapsed with a crash, and wood chips along with pieces of tables and chairs fell out of the building. A scream came from below, and the clamor of the twenty-mile camp instantly swept over. The cold moonlight shone in from all sides. Before anyone knew it, Sun Fei had already stood in front of Paris, blocking all the chaotic sword energy!
"A master?" The swordsman's pupils constricted.
"A master!" His Majesty the King nodded.
"Very good, I enjoy slaying masters." A cruel smile curved the swordsman's lips as he excitedly licked them.
This time, he slowly raised the execution sword.
His face was more solemn than ever before, as if he were a devout believer praying before God.
Ignoring the increasingly loud cries for help from downstairs, all his energy seemed to be focused on the simple act of raising his sword. Then, an astonishing aura erupted from him, and the rusty execution sword suddenly shone like a dazzling crystal. A silver phantom sword, over thirty meters long, shot into the sky, piercing through the roof of the sixth floor. The silver light shone like a brilliant torch in the twenty-mile-long camp at night, attracting the attention of everyone in the camp.
" Heaven-Descended Punishment... death!"
The over thirty-meter-long silver phantom giant sword slashed vertically through the air, mercilessly cutting down on Sun Fei and Paris's heads. Even before the sword arrived, the sharp wind had already caused the entire Wind Whisper Tavern to shake, showing a faint tendency to split in two.
This person was actually a Six-Star Class expert.
Sun Fei's expression was solemn. He grabbed at the air with both hands, and two red flames flashed. He then grasped the seventh-level green set [ Bul-Kathos' Children ].
Clang!
A soft chime!
The [ Colossus Blade ] and the [ Mythical Sword ] clashed and overlapped to form a cross, which was then raised above the head to block the giant sword that was slashing down from the sky.
Such a defense was utterly insignificant before that silver phantom giant sword, which was over thirty meters long.
It was more like a desperate, last-ditch struggle.
A smile appeared on the face of the man wielding the sword.
But the smile quickly froze.
In the very next instant, bewitching crimson flames suddenly ignited on the two longswords. Even more miraculously, the flames swelled rapidly in the wind, transforming in an instant into two flaming swords, each ten meters long, resembling a giant burning cross in the air, illuminating the dark night sky.
boom!
The silver greatsword and the flaming cross collided violently.
Turbulent currents exploded in mid-air, unleashing blinding rays of light.
The Wind Whisper Tavern, which had been struggling to stay afloat, could no longer withstand the terrifying shockwave. With a mournful cry, the entire building shattered and collapsed. The terrifying shockwave generated in the air spread in all directions, and people who could not escape in time were swept into the sky. The surrounding buildings were shattered and dispersed like sand dunes under the shockwave of a nuclear bomb!
"Walk!"
Sun Fei grabbed Paris's slender waist, leaped into the air, and escaped from the collapsing building.
A refreshing fragrance wafted towards me, and the smooth, jade-like touch beneath the thin white robe was intoxicating. The allure of this peerless beauty blossomed in full at the moment of physical contact.
However, Sun Fei had no romantic thoughts at this moment.
He clenched his left fist and unleashed more than thirty punches in quick succession. The transparent, crystal-like fist imprints overlapped in the air, eventually forming a glass-like fist imprint containing countless variations of fist techniques, its aura as lively as life itself faintly visible.
" Heavenly Frost Fist... one... strike... is... a... kill!"
With Sun Fei's angry roar, the Glazed Life Fist Imprint paused briefly in mid-air, then, from stillness to motion, shot out like a meteor with dazzling light, striking the fleeing figure in mid-air.
"Ah..."
A scream rang out, and a cloud of blood mist mixed with pale bone fragments bloomed in the air.
Sun Fei and Paris had already landed on the ground.
The royal guards, still shaken, surged forward like a tide, firmly protecting the Alluring Witch in the center.
Whoosh--!
The rusty execution sword fell limply from mid-air, embedding itself in the soil before Sun Fei and Paris. After a brief pause, it suddenly shattered into pieces with a 'bang'...
"Sir, are you alright?"
"My lord, I am late. Please punish me!"
"Protect Lady Paris!"
The royal guards, having recovered their senses, knelt around Paris, not daring to utter a sound. This time, Prince Domingo's most trusted assistant had almost been assassinated, and they were largely responsible. If Paris had actually been assassinated, and the Second Prince had been enraged, they would all have been in danger of being reduced to the lowest of slaves.
In the distance, corpses lay strewn everywhere.
Almost all the assassins, whose bodies were covered in scales and who wore black masks, were killed, and almost all of those captured alive committed suicide, leaving no clues whatsoever.
First update.
I've been writing over 2000 words per chapter these past two days, so I took some time to adjust. I felt a bit physically and mentally exhausted, like I was going through a period of fatigue, but I'm feeling much better now.
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