However, in the face of absolute power, even the fastest reaction is superfluous.
In the next instant, an extremely powerful aura emanated from the Buckingham Manor. Then, a thin, slightly hunched figure floated out of the gate like a ghost. It was an Old Man with a dark mask on his face, a mask that seemed both real and unreal, like the open mouth of a demon. He had long, gray hair, and his voice was hoarse and low, like the grinding of sand, as he said, "The dignity of the Buckingham Clan cannot be defamed. Anyone approaching within ten meters of the palace will be killed without mercy!"
The voice was eerily strange, like a god from Hell making a decision that brooked no questioning.
"You... you deserve to die! Who are you? Do you even know what you're doing?! Aaaaaah! You're dead! How dare you defy the Empire Supervision Department... Ah, it hurts so much! Kill him! Capture him!"
The knight leader roared madly.
On the other side, the beautiful Princess Julia was clearly stunned by this sudden scene.
"Shut up... Die!" The gray-haired Old Man flicked his sleeve.
Meilida, the knight leader who was in a frenzy, suddenly changed his expression. With a loud bang, he was smashed like a watermelon by a giant hammer. Before he could even scream, he turned into a pool of blood. The thick, bright red liquid mixed with white bone fragments flowed all over the ground, and he disappeared without a trace of life.
A vigilante knight whose strength was about to reach the Moon Class was killed as easily as slaughtering a dog.
He was cleanly and decisively eliminated despite being heavily guarded.
The strength of this white-haired, hunched old man is truly terrifying.
For a moment, the experts and knights of the Inspection Department were so intimidated by the strength of this white-haired old man that they dared not take any action.
"From today onwards, Buckingham Manor is under my protection. Hehe, if you're not satisfied, let Gewu from the Inspection Department come and talk to me personally."
The white-haired old man spoke in a hoarse voice.
The black mask clung tightly to his face, creating an illusion of deathly suffocation. As he spoke, a hazy mist enveloped Buckingham Manor, and within it, a faint, indistinct image of a great sun tumbled and moved, its trajectory conforming to the laws of heaven and earth, flowing with a strange rhythm and beauty.
Great Sun-Rank Venerable Realm expert?!
This white-haired, black-faced Old Man was actually a Great Sun-Rank Venerable expert?!
"Retreat!"
Among the knights, the highest-ranking officer shouted in terror.
In the blink of an eye, the guards from the Inspection Department who stood in front of the King of Buckingham Palace gates had all withdrawn.
This is not because of fear that we back down.
The appearance of a Great Sun-Rank Venerable expert is absolutely fatal to the entire situation.
This is beyond the scope of what the Inspection Department can handle.
Even the sentry posts around the mansion that were responsible for monitoring the area had been completely removed. If a Great Sun-Rank Venerable expert wanted to do something, these ordinary Star Class warriors and armored soldiers would have no way of detecting or stopping him.
Julia was stunned by what she was seeing.
She never imagined that in her most desperate moment, when she was prepared to perish together with everyone, she would be able to escape from the brink of death. Before the most humiliating scene she thought would arrive, a miracle occurred, reversing everything.
Who is this white-haired Old Man?
where is he from?
What is his relationship with the Buckingham Manor?
Why did he protect Buckingham Manor?
With a series of questions in mind, Princess Julia followed the white-haired Old Man through the gates of the mansion in a daze.
With a bang, as the two doors slammed shut, Julia's body stiffened, and an expression of disbelief flashed in her eyes. The man she had been longing for day and night had finally appeared, standing right in front of her.
"This can't be an illusion?" Julia's slender, fair fingers gently stroked Lloris's face.
"I'm back," Lloris said softly.
"I knew it, I knew it... you would come back." Julia's eyes were filled with tears as she gently embraced her husband's familiar and safe arms.
Sun Fei had disguised himself as an old man with white hair, coughed and thought to himself, "There's such a big light bulb here. You two should really be a little more careful."
The beautiful Princess Julia understood, her face flushed, and she wriggled free from Lloris's embrace.
"This senior is a reclusive master I unintentionally saved many years ago. At that time, he was seriously injured after fighting with his enemy..." Sun Fei's identity could not be revealed for the time being, so Lloris had no choice but to repeat the story that Sun Fei had made up for him earlier with a strange expression. It sounded very legendary, like the gorgeous but false stories of bards, but it still convinced the simple-minded Princess Julia.
Sun Fei forced himself not to laugh.
These are all common tropes from those melodramatic martial arts novels from my past life; I just picked them up casually.
"Thank you so much for your timely rescue, sir." Princess Julia expressed her gratitude repeatedly.
Sun Fei waved his hand casually. "Don't mention it..."
"Huh? Why has your voice changed, sir?"
Sun Fei was startled. He used his strength to vibrate his vocal cords, subtly restoring his previous hoarse and low voice, and slowly said, "Uh, it's like this, my throat is injured, and sometimes it becomes unstable like this."
" Julia, don't spread the news of my arrival and the senior's arrival yet. We still have some things to do." Lloris repeatedly instructed his beloved wife.
Don't worry.
" Julia, why don't you even ask me what happened? Why am I the sinner in the rumors?"
"I will never ask, no matter what, I will always believe in you."
"Darling, you're so sweet."
"The same to you."
"..."
Sun Fei got goosebumps all over. He wanted nothing more than to slap this saccharine couple to death. Did they have to be so lovey-dovey? Legend has it that people who show off their love will be blown away by a strong wind!
Sun Fei and Lloris stayed secretly at the Buckingham Manor for the time being.
The crisis for the Buckingham Clan has not been completely resolved.
Using some methods to alter the aura of power found on the [ Demon King's Sharp Sword ], Sun Fei changed his own aura and conjured up the image of a white-haired, black-faced old man— Great Sun-Rank Venerable —to temporarily protect Buckingham Manor. Now, it remains to be seen how the Lyon Empire's royal family will treat a Great Sun-Rank Venerable.
At the same time, deep within the pitch-black palace.
"An unfamiliar aura... Hmm, this is a powerful figure we've never seen before. Who could it be? Could it be that a peerless master has emerged from the Buckingham Clan?"
A majestic man, seated high on a throne, closed his eyes and pondered silently.
"Check!" After a long pause, a single syllable burst from the mouth of this imposing man.
"Yes, Your Majesty." A voice, seemingly a sigh, suddenly rang out in the pitch-black space.
"Huh? Who is it? How dare they defend the Buckingham Clan? Could it be those two guys who have returned? No, it's not that lowly black-haired thief's aura. That's impossible. Why didn't I detect this person's aura before? Could it be that his strength is actually above mine? Could this little Staff of the Lyon Empire have a stronger expert than me? That's absolutely impossible!"
At the most prestigious guesthouse in Gerland, D'Alessandro, a disciple of the Martial Saint Mountain dressed in white with a head disproportionately large to his body, laughed heartily with a look of shock and anger.
"Let me test your true identity!"
He suddenly stood up, and a terrifying and sharp sword aura was casually generated, illuminating the dark night sky like a meteor, and mercilessly blasting towards the Buckingham Manor.
Second update.