The eldest princess prepared the carriage, and a girl in purple, Ziyan, followed Sun Fei of the palace with a hint of curiosity.
Actually, there was no need to ask. At this point, the intelligent King of Chambord had already guessed what he wanted her to see. What she was really curious about was where the three people were hiding, and how the King of Chambord knew their hiding place.
Meanwhile, to avoid any mishaps and prevent those three dangerous individuals from escaping again, she even dispatched three hundred fully armed elite Royal Imperial Guard to follow behind Sun Fei and advance rapidly.
Halfway there, the princess looked at the direction the group was heading and immediately understood where King of Chambord was taking them.
Official Courier Station District!!
"Yes, if I were Costacurta and his two companions, I would naturally choose the Spartak Martial Saint Group's former inn as a temporary refuge. The most dangerous place is the safest place, after all..."
Sitting in the magic carriage, the princess watched Sun Fei's unhurried back and suddenly felt that this young King was growing up a little too fast. However, the possibility of the three of them hiding here was only one possibility. Why was he so sure? And judging from his expression, everything seemed to be going smoothly according to his plan.
Why is he so confident?
The princess's curiosity grew even stronger.
However, upon further reflection, the three Moon Class experts were the ones who were being hunted down. The Princess looked at the three hundred Golden Guards around her and felt that such a force seemed a bit weak. Just as she was about to send her guards to ask a few experts from the Empire to come and help, the Princess looked up and suddenly saw more than forty people walking out in front of her.
These people were all dressed in linen robes, carrying black longswords on their backs. Each of them had a sorrowful and hateful expression on their face, and their bodies were filled with strong Dou Qi.
They were the disciples of the Krasic Martial Saint Sect who were originally stationed at Martial Saint Mountain.
Upon seeing these forty people, the princess immediately realized that King of Chambord had made thorough preparations long ago, and everything was in perfect order.
The fact that Martial Saint Krasich had assigned forty of his highly skilled disciples to King Chambord was already known to many powerful families and nobles in the capital. These twenty people before them were naturally here on King Chambord's orders. With the three Moon-level experts, including Amori, all seriously injured, and with these three hundred Imperial Guards, plus twenty Martial Saint Mountain disciples filled with hatred, and especially with King Chambord, the top expert of the vassal state who could withstand a Moon-level expert for ten minutes without defeat, the force for this operation was sufficient.
The group moved with extreme speed and soon arrived at the small courtyard in Official Courier Station District.
Sun Fei gestured for everyone to keep a safe distance, while he himself took out a two-meter-long, half-meter-wide black greatsword from his storage ring and held it in his hand. This was the [Battle Soldier Heavenly Sword], the weapon of the Martial Saint Krasich's Soul Fighting Soldier.
Seeing that the encirclement had taken shape, Sun Fei had no intention of continuing to conceal his aura. He leaped up, roared, and like a raging beast, cleaved through the solid stone hall with his One Sword, becoming the first to leap into the courtyard.
Inside the stone hall in the courtyard.
Despite having harshly rebuked Frankie just a minute earlier, Huntelaar ultimately agreed to the suggestion of this woman he called 'as lowly as an ant.' In truth, he knew very well that this was the best solution given the current predicament; he simply couldn't stand a woman daring to boss him around.
The arrogant and domineering swordsman glanced at the silent Amauri to the side, and seeing that the other party did not express his opinion, he could only grunt and was about to prepare his belongings to leave...
But at that moment, Costacurta suddenly gripped the sword stuck diagonally in the ground beside him, abruptly stood up, and, his gaze seemingly piercing through the wall to see the scene outside, shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "Too late, it's already too late, he's here!"
"Who's here?" Before Amauri could finish asking, he suddenly sensed something, and his expression changed drastically.
At the same time, the swordsman Huntelaar, who had also sensed something was wrong, also changed drastically.
Boom!!
The ground shook violently.
The stone walls of the stone hall were cleaved open as if made of paper, and the entire stone hall began to collapse in an instant.
Amidst the billowing dust, a tall, fierce, and wild figure appeared like lightning, carrying immense pressure that almost made the air viscous.
Good afternoon! I didn't expect we'd meet again so soon.
Sun Fei, holding the enormous Dou Weapon Heaven Sword, emerged step by step from the dust, a bright smile on his face, but his gaze swept over the three of them like Daozi.
Everyone could see that despite Lian Shan's bright smile, there was an undisguised terrifying and chilling killing intent hidden beneath the Zenit expert's smile.
At the same time, a loud rumbling sound arose.
The stone wall of the courtyard was also blasted open with violent force.
In just a few seconds, the small inn that could have accommodated forty or fifty people was razed to the ground, and even the surrounding four or five courtyards were simultaneously demolished. The Royal Imperial Guard and the disciples of Martial Saint Mountain showed tacit cooperation, directly turning a radius of a thousand meters into an open space in the simplest and most brutal way. In this way, the three people could be prevented from escaping by using the terrain as cover to the greatest extent.
Costacurta, Amauri, and Huntelaar were like three lonely islands surrounded by a surging ocean in the very center.
Moreover, the anomalies in the Official Courier Station District attracted the attention of Zenit soldiers who were patrolling back and forth.
Soon, the Imperial Capital Public Security Office, the [ Iron-Blooded Camp ] troops, and the search forces of various legions began to gather, and even some civilians began to gather. The dark mass of people surrounded the area, making it impossible to move. Zenit people were everywhere.
"How did you find us?" Despite being surrounded, Costacurta remained absolutely calm.
At this moment, only calmness can save their lives.
Moreover, he had just sent his daughter Frankie away, and with no more worries in his heart, he was indifferent to his own life and death. As a general, he would die one day. Just as a clay pot is bound to break at the wellhead, a great general will eventually die on the battlefield. Costacurta had been mentally prepared for such a desperate situation since the first day he joined the army. The only thing he did not expect was that this scene would not occur on the battlefield between two armies, but in the capital of an enemy country.
"Of course, it was Lord Amauri who told me," Sun Fei said with a bright smile, looking at Spartak Dark Martial Saint. "Thank you for planting a spiritual imprint in my body that day; otherwise, I really wouldn't have known you were hiding here."
Amauri immediately understood everything, and his face turned deathly pale.
That day, he secretly witnessed Sun Fei's fierce battle with the four Judgment Knight on the Number One Sword-Testing Platform. He had long since judged the King's terrifying potential and knew that Zenit would inevitably produce a super strongman in the future. From his position as the Dark Martial Saint Spartak, he naturally did not want to see Zenit produce another figure like Emperor Yassin. Therefore, he harbored murderous intent and ultimately did not hesitate to personally hunt down Sun Fei, even as a Moon Class expert, and even planted a wisp of spiritual imprint within Sun Fei's body...
Unexpectedly, the assassination attempt failed in the end, and he himself was chased down by Zenit's Martial Saint Krasic after hearing the news, suffering serious injuries.
During this time, he had been secretly healing his injuries, preparing for the final showdown in the Battle of Martial Saint Mountain. In addition, because Sun Fei used the magical isolation effect of the [ Purple Skill Of ] passed down from the ancestors of the Rogue Encampment in the Diablo World, Amauri could not sense the spiritual mark on Sun Fei's body. He thought that a master had removed the mark for Sun Fei, so he gradually forgot about the matter.
Amauri never imagined that in this world... no, in the Diablo World, there would actually be such a magical [ Purple Skill Of ].
After Sun Fei used the [ Purple Skill Of ] to isolate this wisp of spiritual imprint, he had been diligently cultivating his Spiritual Power due to the pressure of being hunted down. As his strength continued to improve, Sun Fei's Spiritual Power reached a terrifying level. Not only could he maintain the game time of the Diablo World for six hours, but also, with the special technique contained in the [ Purple Skill Of ], he was able to reverse the situation and determine the location of the three of them through that wisp of spiritual imprint.
This situation completely overturned the understanding of Amauri, Moon Class powerhouse.
How could a Star-Rank Warrior determine his location using a mental imprint implanted by himself, a Moon Class expert?
"This... is impossible!! How could this be..." Amauri was incredulous. What was originally a tactic to hunt down his opponent had now become a fatal factor in his opponent discovering his pursuit.
"What's impossible?"
Sun Fei signaled to the disciples of Martial Saint Mountain and the Royal Imperial Guard not to act rashly. Holding the Dou Weapon Heaven Sword, he approached step by step, constantly mobilizing his aura and adjusting his state, making no attempt to conceal his killing intent.
Huntelaar's gaze lingered on Sun Fei for a moment before sweeping over the surrounding crowd. His expression relaxed, and he sneered disdainfully, "A Nine-Star Warrior, an Eight-Star Warrior, and a bunch of trash, think they can capture me? They're more likely to die!"
boom!
Sun Fei swung his One Sword backhand and planted the Dou Weapon Heaven Sword into the ground beside him.
His Majesty the King's gaze was like lightning, his demonic flames raging, fixed on Huntelaar. His aura surged, and he said, word by word, "A lowly traitor, a shameless attacker, still trying to act tough here? You think you're so great? Today, I'll smash your ridiculous, bullshit arrogance in front of the Martial Saint Heaven Sword!"
"Hahaha, you? You... want to avenge that old dog Krasic? Young man, you're far from it. An ant dares to claim it can trip a dragon?"
Huntelaar burst into laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. How long had it been since he had encountered something so ridiculous? A mere Star-Rank Warrior dared to boast about seeking revenge against him?
boom!
Sun Fei's bright smile vanished, and he flashed forward, delivering a direct punch.
Huntelaar drew his sword with a cold smile.
The sword's light was chilling, carrying a ruthless gleam that reaped lives.
But only halfway through his sword strike, Ajax's One Sword's pupils constricted.
Second update.