Apart from Emperor Yassin, the supreme ruler of the entire empire, no one else since the founding of the Zenit Empire has ever dared to utter such words over the imperial capital, Saint Petersburg.
This is a threat to the entire empire.
A blatant threat.
However, at this moment, in the vast night, under a sky full of stars, with a figure standing like a demon in the sky, no one found the words laughable, nor did anyone think that the young King on the throne was arrogantly going mad.
Everyone felt a suffocating chill run through them.
At this moment, some of the bigwigs in the Military Department couldn't help but start to recall whether they had done anything detrimental to Chambord City and King of Chambord in the past year. All the families and nobles who stood on the side of the First Prince felt as if a terrifying scimitar was hanging over their heads, ready to fall at any moment.
They had completely put the eldest prince aside and were starting to think about how to mend their relationship with King of Chambord.
At this moment, King of Chambord's importance has completely surpassed that of the First Prince. In this world where naked self-interest reigns supreme, in this continent where strength is the only measure of the jungle, the weak have an innate dependence on the strong. When they discover an even more powerful being, their former reliance will be ruthlessly abandoned.
Survival of the fittest, the strong are respected.
Crown Prince Arshavin clearly sensed the change in the atmosphere around him. His fists clenched tightly without his noticing, his nails digging deep into his palms, and drops of blood silently stained his fingers.
Only a few people managed to maintain their conscious state at this time.
Now, all that remains is for the one in the palace to make a choice and give a speech.
However, the night was long, and time had never seemed to move so slowly. The cold wind was not as chilling as the coldness in many people's hearts.
Five or six minutes passed, and no one dared to respond to King of Chambord's words.
The magnificent central palace, symbolizing the supreme power of the entire Zenit Empire, remained closed from beginning to end. The imperial guards, clad in golden armor, patrolled the city walls with expressionless faces, seemingly oblivious to the killings and threats taking place in the capital.
Such silence shocked and bewildered countless people.
Has Emperor Yassin truly weakened to the point of being unable to control King of Chambord, or...?
" Arshavin, let's settle our past grievances with this punch. From now on, don't provoke me again, or else..." King of Chambord's voice rolled down from the sky, followed by a punch that unleashed a powerful and unstoppable pressure. The air rippled, and the pressure was as heavy as a mountain, heading straight for the location of the First Prince Arshavin.
"How dare you!"
"Presumptuous!"
At this moment, the elite armored soldiers of the [ Iron-Blooded Camp ] surrounding the First Prince were the most steadfast and loyal warriors. With shouts, they protected the First Prince tightly in the center like a tide. Various Dou Qi flashed wildly, and each person unleashed their most powerful attack, trying to protect their master.
Bang bang bang bang!!!!!!!!!
Amidst the swirling wind, hundreds of black-clad warriors from the [ Iron-Blooded Camp ], under the immense pressure of the wind descending from the sky, had their knees buckle. With no room for resistance, they all involuntarily knelt on the ground, struggling to support themselves with their hands, yet unable to straighten up.
At the very center, the eldest prince, Arshavin, was enveloped in a burst of golden flames.
He unleashed his full Six-Star Class peak Dou Qi to resist the immense pressure. His teeth chattered as he bit them, drawing blood from his lips. His body, which had always been as straight as a javelin, involuntarily bent over, his ankles and below sinking into the cracked rocks beneath his feet.
My knees have begun to bend little by little.
Arshavin was making a final struggle. He knew that King of Chambord was deliberately trying to damage his prestige and humiliate him. If he couldn't Resist at this moment and knelt down, then from this day forward, his dignity as a prince and his honor as a God of War would vanish in an instant.
However, the force pressing down from the star-filled night sky was so powerful that it was impossible to resist.
His waist was bending lower and lower, and his knees were trembling so badly that he could hardly stop.
"I'd rather die than kneel!"
Arshavin's eyes widened in fury. Suddenly, with a clang, he drew his sword from his waist. The blade was cool to the touch, the body as smooth as water. He reversed the tip and plunged it directly into his heart.
A prince has the dignity of a prince.
God of War has his God of War pride.
Even if it means suicide, one must never kneel before the enemy.
At this moment, the God of War of Zenit, the Grizzly of the north, displayed a truly awe-inspiring side.
Everyone around was shocked. The soldiers of the Iron-Blooded Camp were all furious, their eyes bloodshot, struggling frantically, but they could not break free from the power of King of Chambord. They wanted to stop the First Prince's actions, but it was too late.
Just as the prince's blood was about to spill across the capital, at that very moment—
"Enough!"
A majestic and noble voice, so powerful that it inspired involuntary worship and prostration, finally emanated from the silent central palace, resounding clearly in everyone's ears.
A wisp of golden sword energy flashed by, shattering the Sharp Sword that the Crown Prince had thrust into his heart.
Emperor Yassin has finally made his move.
At the most critical moment, a sudden, decisive move averted the crisis.
After the golden light flashed, the immense force that had pressed down from the sky vanished instantly, like thin snow under the Scorching Sun. The Crown Prince's body straightened once more, as sharp as a sword, while the [ Iron-Blooded Camp ] soldiers who had been kneeling on the ground, in their fierce resistance, were propelled into the air the moment the pressure disappeared...
The most tense moment has finally arrived.
Under the watchful eyes of millions of imperial subjects, with the inviolable imperial majesty and the unyielding imperial order, would Emperor Yassin, who boasted that " Yassin himself was second to none in his life," actually kill the lawless King of Chambord in a fit of rage?
Everyone's heart was in their throat.
Even deep within the eyes of the eldest prince Arshavin, a barely perceptible hint of joy and anticipation flickered.
But silence.
Five or six minutes later, after the golden sword energy disappeared, there was no further movement. The central palace returned to its previous deathly silence. Emperor Yassin, who had lived a secluded life in recent years, only said "enough" in the deep palace, as if he had exhausted all his energy, and then made no further comment.
The expressions on everyone's faces turned to astonishment and confusion.
Which side is the Emperor truly on?
Soon, some intelligent people seemed to have a sudden realization.
Crown Prince Arshavin clenched his fists again, slowly closing his eyes to completely suppress any emotion. Beside him, the loyal Iron-Blooded Camp soldiers wore expressions of grief and anger, gripping their weapons tightly.
Above the sky.
The night was deep.
Sun Fei glanced at the magnificent central palace below.
He had already sensed the will of that terrifying emperor and knew that tonight's events were the best possible outcome. This was also a tacit understanding between him and the emperor that they could not continue to cause trouble.
"Anyway, today's commotion has achieved its purpose. It taught Arshavin a lesson, deterred all the villains, and demonstrated our strength. Let's see who dares to target Chambord City now, and who dares to make a move on those close to us. I doubt anyone will dare to disrupt the wedding in twelve days."
It's unrealistic to use this opportunity to completely kill one of the empire's most prominent and powerful princes.
In the central palace, Emperor Yassin would certainly not stand idly by.
Sun Fei's current strength is no match for the stunningly powerful Emperor Yassin.
Moreover, His Majesty the King did not wish to become an enemy of this legendary emperor.
Furthermore, the empire is in turmoil on all sides, with undercurrents surging within a million miles. Although Sun Fei despises the character of the eldest prince, Arshavin, this military genius's talent in military affairs can be used to defend the empire's territory and the land for which the Martial Saint Krasic died in the coming chaos.
Sun Fei scanned the crowd below, and the [ Throne of Chaotic Times ] beneath his feet flashed, creating beautiful ripples in the dark night sky. The next moment, he completely disappeared into the heavens, as if he had never existed.
Everyone finally let out a soft sigh of relief.
The pressure on my body finally eased.
"Why didn't you show up at all? What? Have you let me down? You've really disappointed me!"
Suddenly, the last words of King of Chambord before his departure echoed in the sky.
It's unclear to whom he said that.
First update.
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