Sun Fei had already sensed the presence of a powerful opponent within the Lord-Class Black Warship mysterious vessel) from his earlier Spiritual Power outpouring. Therefore, he wasn't surprised to hear the voice. A smile appeared on his lips as he stopped his pursuit of the Dortmund Empire's Moon Class experts and slowly floated to the front of the Lord-Class Black Warship.
"What? You're willing to talk now?" Sun Fei looked in the direction of Black Warship and said, "If you want a ceasefire, show some sincerity!"
"It's quite unexpected that such a peerless genius as Your Excellency could emerge from a small first-level empire." Across the Black Warship, fiery red flames flickered, and several figures appeared at the bow. The leader was only about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a bright yellow robe with black stripes. He had a robust frame, strong limbs, and a resolute face. His short black hair stood up like steel needles, and his eyes, like those of a hawk, shone with a unique light in their deep blue pupils. He was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. Aside from his slightly short stature, he could be considered a dashing figure.
Beside him, four or five Dortmund experts, clad in black and yellow armor, watched Sun Fei with wary expressions.
A vast and boundless power of flames surged from this person's body, and above his head, a faint red phantom rose slowly from the horizon. This was the phantom totem of a powerful expert at the Rising Sun Stage among the Great Sun-Rank Venerable, indicating that this person's strength had reached the Great Sun-Rank Venerable realm.
Upon seeing this man, Gomi, the legendary prince of the Lyon Empire, who had already been terrified out of his wits, suddenly had a glint of survival in his desperate eyes. Like a dog seeing its master, he rushed forward, Shout, " Your Gündoğan, kill this guy quickly! If it weren't for him, our Ten Empires Allied Army wouldn't have collapsed! If it weren't for him, our seven Moon Class experts wouldn't have died! If it weren't for him, Lyon Empire 'Dortmund Black Warship wouldn't have crashed! This guy is a devil! We mustn't let him grow stronger, otherwise..."
Gomi's eyes were filled with venom, and by the end, he was practically roaring and cursing.
Sun Fei simply smiled.
Prince Dortmund of Gündoğan merely glanced down at it.
For some reason, Gomi felt a chill run through his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. The words he had prepared to provoke him could no longer be uttered. He could sense the dissatisfaction of this powerful prince of the eighth-level empire, so he obediently shut his mouth and stood aside.
In this world, only the strong survive; the weak are forever destined to be slaughtered by the strong!
Gündoğan's hawk-like sky-blue eyes flashed with a cold light as he looked at Sun Fei and nodded, saying, " The Zenit Empire already has the right to speak in this chaotic war between empires and the great calamity of the continent, thanks to the exceptionally talented and brilliant expert like yourself. You are worthy to be a friend of the Dortmund Empire. We can cease hostilities!"
Sun Fei remained noncommittal.
However, a Dortmund general who still bore the marks of his injuries became agitated upon hearing Gündoğan's decision, shouting his objection, "Your Highness, it was this lowly native who killed Prince Shinji Kagawa! Prince Kagawa was your own brother! How could you... let this native live? It's a disgrace to the Dortmund Empire!" The speaker was none other than Piszczek, the only Dortmund resident who had escaped from Chambord City a day earlier, Half-Step Great Sun-Rank Venerable.
Ignoring Piszczek's objections, Gündoğan whispered something to another powerful general beside him.
Soon, a series of loud bugle calls echoed from the Dortmund camp, and the army began a slow retreat. The several small Black Warship that had crashed to the ground still could not be repaired and could only be temporarily preserved in the camp, guarded by a few Moon Class experts. The Dortmund people sent envoys who had displayed a ceasefire sign, who rode to the front lines where the two armies were clashing. For a moment, the Zenit army did not dare to approach too closely.
After all, Dortmund was a high-ranking eighth-level empire. It was already fortunate that they were able to repel them and have a chance to talk. If they were pushed too far, even if they could win this war, when the Dortmund army came again with its fury, it would be something that a first-level empire like Zenit could not withstand.
This is the tragedy of the weak.
Moreover, people had already noticed the scene in the sky and saw that a powerful Great Sun-Rank Venerable had appeared in the Dortmund camp, restraining King of Chambord Alexander, the God of War of the Zenit. The comparison of the high-end forces of the two sides seemed to have returned to the same level.
However, Dortmund did not help their allies.
In other directions, the Zenit army, like tigers unleashed from their cages, continued its relentless slaughter of the other allied forces. The Imperial God of War Arshavin, led from the front, personally commanding his elite [ Iron-Blooded Camp ] to charge into the Lyon Empire's ranks. Finally, he disrupted the Lyon Empire's barely maintaining formation, and amidst deafening cheers, the Lyon people could no longer withstand the Zenit frenzy and began to rout...
"Well, Zenit, is my sincerity enough?" A strange light gleamed in Gündoğan's sky-blue eyes.
Sun Fei remained noncommittal.
"Damn it, what more could you want? His Highness Prince Gündoğan has already been very lenient with you. You're just a lowly native. Don't flatter me..." Gomi's anger was still burning. Seeing Sun Fei hesitate, he sneered inwardly and cursed loudly, clearly intending to add fuel to the fire and provoke Sun Fei.
call out!
Sun Fei raised his hand and pointed lightly.
A golden sword aura, dazzling like fireworks, flashed and disappeared in an instant, easily piercing Gomi's forehead.
"Uh... you..." The mythical prince of the Lyon Empire still had an incredulous look on his face even in death. He never expected that Sun Fei would dare to kill him in front of Gündoğan. He also never expected that Gindoan, who had been chatting and laughing with him for the past few days, would not have made any move to stop Gündoğan Sun Fei.
His stiff body swayed and he fell off the bow of the Black Warship ship.
In chaotic times, a prince's life was not much safer than a slave's. Countless heroes perished, Gomi was neither the first nor the last.
"Now, is your anger subsided?" Gündoğan smiled as he looked at Sun Fei and said, "We can sit down and have a proper talk. I guarantee this will be a golden opportunity for Zenit. Amidst the chaos of the Empire's war, you will gain the support of the people of Dortmund, giving you a greater chance of survival..."
At this point, Gündoğan suddenly stopped.
His expression changed.
Second update.