As the last word "slash" fell, the orange-flaming sword went from slow to extremely fast.
The sword blade, wreathed in orange light, sliced through the void, releasing sharp sword energy that spread out like a red-hot blade cleaving through tender cheese. It split into two waves of energy on either side, powerful enough to melt metal, churning out like a tsunami.
At this moment, Sun Fei was still twenty meters away from Domenech, who was embedded in the sword.
Behind Sun Fei, the Necromancer Hasselbaink was at the final stage of his breakthrough to the Great Sun-Rank Venerable. His aura began to change, and his body and power were undergoing the final transformation.
Unfortunately, everything was just a little off, both in terms of time and space.
That tiny bit, in that instant, became an insurmountable chasm.
An overwhelming force came crashing down on him. Sun Fei knew it was impossible to get any closer to Domenech now. He steeled himself, crossed his two swords above his head, roared, and instantly unleashed all the power that should have been directed at Domenech.
There was no violent explosion.
There was no earth-shattering noise.
The flaming orange sword, like a pillar supporting the sky, slowly tilted down. Sun Fei, along with the [ Throne of Chaotic Times ], appeared as insignificant as ants before it.
The cross formed by the [ Tribal Guardian ] and [ Mythical Sword ] forcefully withstood the flaming orange sword. Soon, this pair of seventh-tier green armor sets from the Diablo World, the ancient weapons once used by the only king and God of War of the Barbarian race, [ Immortal King ] Bul-Kathos, began to burn intensely.
The blades of the twin swords, with their patterns resembling blood stains, shimmered with an eerie light. Crimson runes projected out, frantically swirling and churning, resisting the Sun Class Dou Qi technique—the Orange Flowing Light Sword [ Sword of Flame Judgment ]—unleashed by the Great Sun-Rank Venerable Domenech.
The terrifying temperature emanating from the orange-red sword quickly incinerated the [ Tribal Guardian ] and [ Mythical Sword ] through the crimson runes, turning them red-hot and threatening to melt and flow like molten iron at any moment.
Sun Fei could clearly feel that the durability of this pair of seventh-level swords was dropping rapidly, falling below three digits in the blink of an eye.
"It can last for about 30 seconds..."
Sun Fei's hands were charred black by the terrifying heat emanating from the sword. His injured [ Titan's Grip ] magic heavy armor gloves also began to turn red. The gloves emitted a series of sizzling sounds like roasting meat, and a burnt, bluish smoke kept escaping from the seams of every small part of the gloves.
Sun Fei's hands were now practically roasted.
The indescribable, intense pain was like an endless tide, wave after wave, relentlessly assaulting me.
However, even so, Sun Fei's sword-like eyes shone brighter than ever before.
His hands, gripping the [ Tribal Guardian ] and the [ Mythical Sword ], did not tremble in the slightest, nor did his aura diminish in the slightest.
"Squeak squeak squeak!!!"
The Little Raccoon perched on Sun Fei's shoulder had a pair of big, dark eyes that flashed with anxiety and anger. It let out a series of rapid screams, clearly having a mental struggle. However, after hesitating for less than three or four seconds, it jumped onto Sun Fei's head, stretched out its furry forelegs, and used its paws to support itself against the weight pressing down on it.
"Be careful, don't touch it! Those are twin swords made of pure flame, you'll die..." Sun Fei was startled when he saw this.
But then, a strange thing happened.
The Little Raccoon should have been instantly scorched to ashes by the Flaming Orange Sword, seemed to encounter no Resist whatsoever. It gripped the edge of the Flaming Orange Sword with its furry little paws. The terrifying heat of the sword, which could have destroyed the [ Bul-Kathos' Children ] dual sword set, didn't even burn a single hair on the little guy.
"Squeak squeak squeak!!"
The Little Raccoon puffed out its cheeks, exerted all its strength, its little arms and legs bulged with muscles, and its big, dark eyes stared like copper bells, trying to pry open the flaming orange sword.
Unfortunately, although the heat from the orange flame sword couldn't harm it, the terrifying force that pressed down on it was something that this little guy, who was less than the size of Sun Fei's head, couldn't withstand. Despite using all its strength, almost urinating on Sun Fei's head, it still couldn't provide much help to Sun Fei.
This scene moved Sun Fei, but also made him anxious.
This useless, cowardly monster, which the lecherous old man Cain described as cowardly and utterly worthless, showed a touching side, proving that Sun Fei's previous efforts to protect it were worthwhile.
Time passed both slowly and swiftly. Sun Fei stood on the [ Throne of Chaotic Times ], exerting all his strength, but under the pressure of the immense power, he was still involuntarily retreating meter by meter.
The terrifying heat from the orange-flaming sword had already reached the joints of Sun Fei's arm.
The area below the elbows, despite the protection of magical armor and gloves, was almost charred into charcoal.
"Hahaha, King of Chambord, how much longer can you hold out? If you dodge now, you still have a chance to escape with your life." Domenech, whose face was radiating orange flames from his mouth, nose, ears, eyes, and other facial features, looked extremely ferocious. When he spoke, his voice was devoid of any emotion, as if he were a god.
"I also want to know, just how long can I hold out?" A strange light flickered in Sun Fei's eyes.
"To sacrifice your life for a subordinate, should I call you foolish or noble? Unfortunately, even if you fight to the death, you cannot save him. Why not swear allegiance to me now, and I will spare you this time? In the entire Lyon Empire's magic ranking system, besides myself, you are number one. Imagine a genius like you, who would definitely be highly valued by the imperial family."
By this time, Domenech had begun to admire this much younger man and had considered recruiting him.
Especially under such circumstances, every word he uttered was filled with endless allure, enough to shatter the resolve of any steel warrior.
"Hahaha, laughable! Even the little magical beast above my head knows how to fight back. Do you think I, the king of a nation, should be willing to flee for my life? As the chief royal mage of a superpower like the Lyon Empire, your words make me look down on you. Domenech, such pathetic tricks cannot sway my mind. Don't try to be clever."
How could Sun Fei not know that his opponent was seriously disturbing his mind?
In the Diablo World, he has always walked on the edge of death, experienced countless risks, and walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He has long since transformed from an ordinary and mediocre college student in his previous life into a resilient king with nerves forged of steel. Even when faced with such a bloody battle, he will not hesitate or waver in the slightest.
"Good! Who would have thought that after that mad thief Yassin, the Zenit Empire would produce another truly resolute and powerful figure! Since you refuse to serve, then I have no choice but to stifle this genius... Die!!!"
With no hope of success, Domenech unleashed all the power he had previously held back, like a torrent, and launched a brutal attack.
In an instant, the thousand-meter-tall orange-light sword trembled violently, and orange-yellow flames erupted, unleashing a terrifying aura of power akin to the wrath of a god.
Click! Click!!
In that split second, the durability of the [ Tribal Guardian ] and [ Mythical Sword ] in Sun Fei's hands finally reached its limit.
The ancient, mysterious blood-red runes that had been projecting onto the blades of the twin swords disappeared, and fine cracks appeared on the thick, bright yellow blades with a series of soft cracking sounds. Even now, these weapons, once used by the legendary Barbarian [ Immortal King ], refused to melt under the opponent's scorching heat, instead breaking into pieces.
The weapons were destroyed.
The orange-colored sword, imbued with the aura of death, slashed down in an instant.
"Squeak squeak squeak!!" The Little Raccoon's furry arms were instantly shattered, all the bones in them dangling limply. It passed out and fell onto the [ Throne of Chaotic Times ].
At this moment, Sun Fei still had a chance to escape.
If he so desired, he could escape this certain death situation in an instant by relying on the unpredictable spatial Teleport ability of [ Throne of Chaotic Times ].
However, Sun Fei chose to use his almost completely burned arms and hands to Summon the pair of strange, enormous Dou Weapon —neither knife nor sword—given to him by Abramovich from his storage ring, and continue to Resist.
However, in the instant of the collision, the Dou Weapon was destroyed.
Sun Fei remained expressionless and continued changing weapons.
A pair of enormous swords, forged from [ Demon Remains ], met the attack head-on.
Click!
The sword has been destroyed!
The Barbarian battleaxe, forged from [ Demon Remains ], met the attack head-on.
Click!
The tomahawk is destroyed!
Slashing sword...
Click!
Long Spear...
Click!
Giant shield...
Click!
In just a few seconds, all the weapons in Sun Fei's storage ring were destroyed.
It was, after all, an ordinary weapon. Faced with the orange-colored flame sword formed from the power of Great Sun Class, it shattered and cracked instantly with just a slight touch, like a fine porcelain piece encountering an iron hammer.
Throughout the entire process, Sun Fei maintained an indescribable calmness, and the strange light in his eyes shone even brighter.
Therefore, in desperate situations, calmness is all the more necessary.
Perhaps hope lies in a fleeting moment.
However, this time, His Majesty the King no longer had time to think.
In the next instant, the Fiery Stream Sword slashed down, the blade formed from the power of fire already touching Sun Fei's forehead.
The shadow of death loomed over the place.
At this point, Sun Fei no longer had the strength to retaliate.
In that instant, the faces of Angela, Elena, Drogba, Torres, the Princess, Paris, and others flashed rapidly through Sun Fei's mind like fleeting shadows, giving him the illusion of a great dream. Just as Sun Fei sighed slightly, preparing to accept his impending death, suddenly, the entity within him that had remained completely unresponsive trembled slightly.
First update.
An outbreak occurred today.
Thank you to: Alone in a daze, Jade Beauty, Carefree Treasure Trove, Phantom Night's Sorrow, gtsk, Heartbroken Dream Without Dust, Little Fatty Spring, Great Young Man, hhedgbshvys, Police and Bandits Family, and many others for their support.
Thank you to all the brothers and sisters who have forgiven and criticized me these past few days. I feel deeply ashamed and will make it up to you.