"I am moved by this great fatherly love before me, but unfortunately, you have no right to negotiate with me." Sun Fei coldly shook his head and said decisively, "Everyone must pay the price for their actions, and your price is death. Although you are the ruler of the Great Snow Mountain Martial Arts Holy Land and one of the strongest within a radius of ten thousand miles, you are now merely my prisoner. Did you think I came to this dungeon to negotiate some bullshit conditions or compromise with you? You are wrong, terribly wrong. Don't think too highly of me, and don't try to trap me with your so-called noble manners and martial arts Glory. My principle is to avenge wrongs and settle grievances. I came here today to enjoy the thrill of victory. Any compromise is the groan of the weak, despised by true strength."
These words, spoken with resounding force, echoed loudly in the not-so-spacious torture chamber.
This wasn't the answer befitting a nobleman or a true Glory and king, but it clearly resonated more with the common man. Therefore, the gaunt, ugly jailer and the four shirtless, burly men felt no aversion whatsoever; instead, they felt it was all perfectly natural, that Lord Alexander was closer to a living, breathing human being than those hypocritical noblemen who constantly spouted empty words of Glory and honor, yet remained so distant from their own lives.
"You..." [ The Snow Mountain Hermit ] felt as if he had been struck hard by something invisible, and he struggled to breathe.
"You... you're a madman, you're a madman!" In despair, Doni struggled, howled, and roared wildly, trembling in vain like a fish about to be pulled out of the water.
At this moment, whether it's the cunning [ Snow Mountain Hermit ] who still clings to a sliver of hope, or someone on the verge of collapse due to fear.
The two men suddenly felt a deep-seated fear. The young King before them possessed a unique aura, both mad and stubborn, which made them tremble with fear, like a hungry wolf that would never forget its hatred, making them forever regret being enemies with such a person.
"Haha, then kill us! Wait until the Holy Church's experts discover the Aura here, and you'll come to Hell to join us, haha, the entire Chambord City you cherish and protect will be destroyed under the Church's wrath!" [ Snow Mountain Hermit ] finally responded, struggling and rattling the chains, his face filled with sarcasm and mockery as he roared at Sun Fei.
"Is that so? You've been imprisoned here for over four days. Is four days enough for the Church's experts in Twin Flag City to detect the undead Magic Power in the city?" Sun Fei sneered. "You should know that while the Church's bigwigs may be slow to react normally, they won't hesitate when facing undead power. So why haven't they arrived yet?"
[ The Snow Mountain Hermit ] was stunned.
Sun Fei's words hit the nail on the head, striking at his weak point.
This was something that had puzzled him since two days ago. Logically speaking, the necromancer power that the undead bone dragon had unleashed should have been enough to attract the attention of the Church. Moreover, the undead bone dragon had injected a large amount of necromancer power into its body to seal its Dou Qi channels. Such a dense aura of necromancer power should have been noticed by the Holy Church. Yet, for four days in a row, no one from the Church had appeared. This was extremely abnormal.
Just then, the [ Snow Mountain Hermit ] suddenly remembered something he had overlooked, and his pupils constricted.
"Judging from your expression, it seems you've finally understood something, but unfortunately, it's too late." A golden flame flashed across Sun Fei's body, instantly dispelling the chilling atmosphere of the entire dungeon and filling it with a sacred and peaceful aura. His Majesty the King wore a victorious smile and continued disdainfully, "I am the chosen one of the Holy Church, wielding golden holy power, enjoying the favor of the God of Light, and serving as the representative of the gods on earth. With such a noble status, how could I possibly collude with an evil Undead Magic? If you want to slander me, you should think of a better way, instead of using such a childish reason that even a three-year-old wouldn't believe."
"This... how is this possible?" [ The Snow Mountain Hermit ]'s heart sank.
That's indeed the case. King of Chambord is the " Son of God " of the Church, and in theory, it's absolutely impossible for him to collude with undead forces. No one would believe it if it were said out loud. But that ancient undead dragon is clearly his subordinate, obeying his orders... How could such a thing happen in the world?
For a moment, even someone as shrewd and calculating as the [ Snow Mountain Hermit ] felt his mind was not up to the task.
At this very moment, another mutation occurs—
He was suddenly surprised to find that the strands of undead power that had been sealed within his body and suppressed his strength were rapidly receding, like thin snow being exposed to the Scorching Sun. The undead power vanished quickly, his Dou Qi channels were restored to their original unobstructed state, and his strength at the Lower-Stage Half Moon Class was rapidly recovering.
"Don't be surprised, your strength will soon recover. I don't kill those who are powerless to resist. I'm giving you one last chance. Do you see the passage behind me? As long as you can defeat me, you can leave here alive." Sun Fei pointed to the only passage leading out of the dungeon, signaling the four shirtless strong men and the gaunt, ugly jailer to leave the torture chamber to avoid being caught in the ensuing battle.
"Sir... please be careful." As the jailer passed by Sun Fei, for some reason, he couldn't help but utter these words with a sudden burst of courage.
"Yes, thank you." Sun Fei gently patted the jailer's shoulder, and a surge of powerful Golden Holy Power flowed into his shoulder, instantly healing and clearing away the hidden injuries accumulated in his body from years of living in this dark and damp dungeon.
Then, in the next instant, Sun Fei switched to [ Barbarian Mode ], and a vast amount of pure power spread out, protecting the entire dungeon. A silver-white power shield protected the four walls, making it impossible for the two to break through the walls and escape using their powerful Moon Class strength. The only way to leave was to defeat Sun Fei.
The jailer felt a warm current flow from Sun Fei's palm into his body, and in an instant, he felt as if he had become decades younger. His legs and feet felt much lighter, and his former dreams returned to his soul in that instant.
He dared not say anything more and quickly left the torture chamber.
But then they stopped outside the torture chamber, quietly waiting for the battle inside to end.
At such close range, a battle between Moon Class powerhouses would inevitably cause cataclysmic destruction, potentially even destroying the entire dungeon. However, out of absolute faith in Lord Alexander, the jailer did not leave.
"Lord Alexander... is invincible, he will definitely win." The jailer said to himself quietly. Although he knew that the two men would be terrifying after they regained their strength, and that they were said to be legendary Moon Class powerhouses with unparalleled power, the jailer's heart remained unwavering.
Behind him, the four shirtless, fierce-looking men did not leave immediately, but stood in a row, waiting quietly as well.
Inside the torture chamber.
Ding ding ding!
The shackles and handcuffs were broken off as easily as tofu.
[ The Snow Mountain Hermit ] landed on the ground, slowly stretched out his arm, clenched his fist, and with a whoosh, a raging flame ignited on his palm, dispelling wisps of black mist that were slowly escaping from his body.
This black energy is the power of the dead that Arthur sealed within him.
The undead power sealed within him was originally indestructible, but it began to loosen and disintegrate after being deliberately exposed to the Holy Power light of Sun Fei's [ Paladin Mode ]. The [ Snow Mountain Hermit ] further accelerated this process with his powerful Flame-Element Dou Qi. After a full minute, the last trace of undead power sealed within him was finally expelled completely, and his strength was finally fully restored.
On the other side.
Doni, feeling the long-lost power return to his body, revealed an expression of wild joy. He broke free of his handcuffs and shackles, and without saying a word, he eagerly leaped up and flew straight towards the top of the torture chamber. He had absolutely no confidence or courage to face Sun Fei, and only wanted to escape from here as soon as possible. He didn't even care about his father, [ Snow Mountain Hermit ], who had just revealed his identity.
A mocking expression appeared on Sun Fei's face.
Bang!
A soft, muffled thud.
Doni screamed and fell to the ground, his head bleeding profusely from the impact.
He rammed into the ground with all his might, thinking he could break free and escape, but to his surprise, the silver light covering the walls of the torture chamber didn't even cause a ripple. An uncontrollable look of despair immediately appeared on his face.
Suddenly, the sinister and vicious young man seemed to have thought of something. He knelt on the ground and frantically begged for mercy, "Your Majesty, the great King of Chambord, no, don't kill me! I know a secret, a great secret, about the [ God and Demon Palace ]. I overheard someone from the Church's Divine Judgment Squad reveal it to me by chance. Please spare me, and I'll tell you this information. Really, I promise. It's absolutely invaluable information. I haven't even told my master. A divine artifact has been born in a small world within the 36th difficulty level. Whoever obtains it will break through to the Great Sun Class and become a legend..."
Sun Fei's heart skipped a beat, but he remained silent.
The [ Snow Mountain Hermit ] remained unmoved, uttering not a word, and simply frantically channeled his fiery battle Dou Qi.
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