Because Gündoğan suddenly realized that while he was speaking eloquently and thought he had everything under control, the mockery on Sun Fei's face grew stronger and stronger. His expression and gaze were as if he were watching a clown perform.
He was instantly enraged by his opponent's contemptuous expression.
However, his years of cultivated composure, which allowed him to keep his temper in check, enabled him to restrain his anger from the brink of exploding. He had a bigger plan in mind, and his years in the imperial family had taught him that personal preferences were insignificant in the face of interests and Sun Fei.
He suppressed his anger and frowned, saying, "It seems you're not very interested in my proposal. I'm truly curious, are you really that confident in the strength of the Zenit Empire? Do you naively believe that victory in today's war means Zenit can stand against Dortmund? Ha, just a mere first-tier empire."
After saying that, his face was full of threat.
Sun Fei shook his head and smiled, "No, I'm just confident in my abilities."
Gündoğan paused for a moment, then instantly understood what Sun Fei meant.
Like the other generals around him, a hint of anger at being slighted surfaced on his face.
In his view, as a powerful prince of an eighth-level empire, his status and position were extremely noble. For him to condescend to speak so politely with a fellow countryman who was considered a native was already a huge concession. This person in front of him was really too presumptuous.
Even though Gündoğan a man of deep cunning, the arrogance and self-importance that Dortmund has instilled in him over the years is making his displeasure increasingly intense.
"What? You don't believe me?" Sun Fei's smile deepened. "You said it yourself: in this world, the strong are respected, and only the strong have the right to speak. And now, in front of you, I am the strong one, and only I have the right to speak. You, as the weak one, yet you whine and spout so much nonsense, acting all high and mighty. Do you think I'd care about that damn level eight empire behind you and wouldn't dare to kill you?"
"How dare you! You're courting death!"
"How dare you speak to Prince Gündoğan like that!"
The Dortmund Empire generals on the bow of the ship were all furious, their swords drawn, ready to fight, but they dared not make a move rashly because they were wary of Sun Fei's strength and realm.
"You... you mustn't forget, the Human Clan ancestors on the continent said long ago: power is also a kind of strength. You are indeed very strong, but the power behind you is far too weak." Gündoğan finally showed anger. When had he ever been insulted so bluntly? Especially since the person who insulted him was merely a native of a first-level empire.
His patience was nearing its limit.
"Is that so? But I remember our ancestors on the continent said something like this: 'The mighty waves of the ocean cannot cross mountains and rivers to extinguish the flames of the continent's forests.'" Sun Fei slowly approached the Lord-Class Black Warship, grinning to reveal his white teeth, and said with a smile, "If I were to kill you now, would the forces behind you be able to come to your rescue?"
At this point, Sun Fei suddenly raised his hand and unfurled it against the wind, instantly revealing an antique scroll filled with the flavor of antiquity and vicissitude.
A strange magical fluctuation flashed by and disappeared.
Although Gündoğan sensed the approaching terrifying aura, he was unable to dodge it despite his strength as Great Sun-Rank Venerable Rising Sun Stage. He was instantly imprisoned within a thin, transparent circular shield that appeared suddenly.
This magical shield looked like a bubble, appearing without warning and impossible to Avoid. The transparent film reflected a faint glow, without any magical runes or powerful aura. However, no matter how much Gündoğan, a powerful Great Sun-Rank Venerable, struggled, he was unable to break free from the bubble's confinement.
The four or five Dortmund generals outside were terrified. They tried everything—chopping with their palms, slashing with their knives, and stabbing with their swords—but to no avail.
"What is this thing? You... release this prince at once!" Faced with the unknown and strange confinement, even the powerful Gündoğan couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.
"You damned, lowly native, you will pay a bloody price for your actions! Zenit is finished, and so are you! The Dortmund royal family will not let you go! You damned bastard, do you dare to release my prince right now?" The Dortmund generals on the Black Warship were all terrified, their bodies flashing with dazzling flames. They drew their swords and rushed towards Sun Fei like madmen.
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Blood spurted out.
"Natives? Hahahaha, what utterly ignorant pride, so arrogant it knows no bounds! Let's see who the pitiful natives really are!" Sun Fei pointed out one finger at a time, and golden sword energy burst forth from his fingers, tearing through the sky.
The Dortmund Moon Class experts charging head-on were like fools courting death in the face of such sword energy. They were instantly pierced through the forehead like dumplings being dropped into a pot, losing their lives and falling from the sky one after another until they were smashed into dust.
This was a one-sided massacre.
"Since you've chosen to be invaders, you must pay the price with your lives. A powerhouse of an eighth-level empire? What arrogance! You've wantonly burned, killed, and looted within the territory of my Zenit Empire, rivers of blood flowing in the southern borders, massacring hundreds of towns and villages. The bodies of my Zenit people are still warm, their blood still fresh, their spirits still lingering. Today, I, the king, will first collect my dues, so that the souls of those hundreds of thousands of old, young, women, and children who perished under your blades may rest in peace!"
Sun Fei had already received intelligence from the [ Letters and Visits Office ] that since the Ten Empires Allied Army marched south, they had pursued a policy of genocide, regarding the Zenit people as inferior natives and killing them at will. Wherever they went, the land was scorched and the people were devastated. This policy of killing, burning, and looting was truly outrageous and aroused the wrath of both heaven and man. This could be seen from the fact that Shinji Kagawa's Lord-Class Black Warship Strafe the gates of Chambord City without any investigation.
His King had long abhorred these Bloody Executioner, so he would show absolutely no mercy when he carried them out.
"Ah... no!" A Dortmund Moon Class expert roared in terror and resentment, only to be turned into a blood mist by Sun Fei's finger.
"You're a devil! Dortmund will never let you get away with this... Ah!" Another Half-Step Great Sun-Rank Venerable expert who turned to run away cursed, but in his resentment, he was struck by a golden fist imprint and instantly torn to pieces, with limbs flying everywhere.
"Spare me, spare me! I've only killed a dozen or so Zenit slaves..." A low-level Moon Class expert trembled with fear, blurting out incoherently. Before he could finish speaking, Sun Fei punched him into dust.
In the blink of an eye, five or six Dortmund Moon Class powerhouses were killed or wounded.
Confined within the transparent sphere, Dortmund's prince, Gündoğan, stared in horror, desperately pounding against the transparent shield in an attempt to break free, but to no avail. Amidst his furious rage, an overwhelming chill rose within him. He finally understood that this young Zenit Grand Sun-level Venerable was truly a madman who disregarded all consequences. Such a person was the most terrifying!
First update.