The noisy crowd fell silent for a moment because of Sun Fei's words.
Not only the twenty or thirty nobles kneeling on the ground roaring indignantly, and Grant, who was like a nail driven into the Rock ground of the street, but even the six expert guards from Martial Saint Mountain were momentarily stunned and stared blankly at Sun Fei.
"Others might be embarrassed by such tactics, but unfortunately, you've chosen the wrong target this time. How could a bunch of petty trash like you possibly scheme against two peak martial arts experts?"
Sun Fei's tone was indifferent, tinged with extreme disdain.
Who is His Majesty the King?
He was so enraged by the tragic fate of Ribery and other lower-ranking officers that he stormed the capital, killed a powerful member of the Iron-Blooded Camp in front of millions, and berated the First Prince. How insane was that? So, trying to embarrass him with this kind of spectacle today is simply wishful thinking. These people in front of him are just being used as pawns. This Grant may seem clever, but he's really just a clever fool.
"Kill them all. Despicable excuses, hypocritical faces. These kinds of people will only bring disaster to the empire if left alive." Sun Fei glanced at the expert guards of Martial Saint Mountain, then turned and left.
Clang clang clang clang!
Martial Saint Mountain, a master, finally understood Sun Fei's meaning. He drew his Sharp Sword, its cold light gleaming.
The purple-robed nobleman Grant and the other twenty-odd nobles were stunned. They couldn't believe that the Guardian Martial Saint would be so shameless as to kill them, his 'loyal subjects,' in front of everyone. This outcome was completely different from the rehearsed scenario.
"Killing loyal subjects, King of Chambord, are you plotting rebellion?" Grant panicked at this moment. He was usually a smart man, but he lost his composure and hastily threw a accusation at Sun Fei, hoping to make him think twice.
Unfortunately, the white-clad figure drifted away without pausing for even a moment.
To Grant and his companions' utter surprise, the surrounding populace of the capital, instead of standing up to condemn and denounce King of Chambord and defend them as their 'loyal subjects,' as they had anticipated, pointed and whispered amongst themselves, their words reaching their ears—
"Who are these guys? How dare they threaten and bully the Martial Saint?"
"You sons of bitches, nobles! During battle, you vanish without a trace. But once the storm has passed, you all step forward, all high and mighty, spouting nonsense about the fate of the empire. Bah! What despicable faces! Aren't you ashamed of yourselves!"
"Exactly! Where were these bastards when the Martial Saint fought bloody battles against the enemy to protect the capital and His Majesty Yassin? They actually have the nerve to criticize the Martial Saint! I don't think any of them are any good!"
"It's good that they're dead. All these treacherous, instigating villains should be wiped out."
These whispers reached Grant and his companions' ears, leaving them feeling as if they were in an ice cave. They never dreamed that the King of Chambord, whom the nobles called the ' Executioner ' and ' Butcher,' would have such high prestige among the common people. Their plan had failed completely, clearly indicating that they had gone down the wrong path from the very beginning.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Sword light flashed, and streaks of blood shot into the sky.
The guards of Martial Saint Mountain made their move, and Grant's head rolled away first. His face was contorted with rage, and his eyes were filled with horror and deep regret.
Seeing the situation was turning against them, some of the other nobles involved in the operation were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, even soiling themselves. Others cried out for their parents and turned to flee, trying to rush into the crowd of onlookers. Unfortunately, these six guards from Martial Saint Mountain were all disciples of the former national guardian martial saint, Krasich. They were exceptionally strong. Although they were not moon-level experts, they were still among the best of the star-level martial artists. Their attacks were lightning-fast, and they did not allow them to escape at all.
More than twenty nobles were killed one by one, each one wiped out by a single sword strike!
Blood stained the streets.
This time, King of Chambord once again proved his title as the ' Noble Killer,' with more than twenty nobles of all ranks falling under his 'slaughter.'
Some onlookers stepped back with fear on their faces, while others applauded and shouted their approval.
Among the crowd, several ordinary-looking young people, upon seeing this scene, quietly retreated and disappeared into the distant streets without making a sound.
Zenit Palace, deep within its inner courtyard.
This was Sun Fei's first time visiting the [ Hall of Contention ], where Emperor Yassin usually resided.
Unexpectedly, the [ Hall of Contention ], which countless high-ranking officials in the empire dream of entering even once, was so simple. Apart from the dragon beast lying in the courtyard at the entrance of the hall, which was definitely imposing, the living quarters of this Demigod- level powerhouse and emperor of a country were not even as luxurious as the mansions of the wealthy nobles and merchants in the city.
The lush green leaves of the ivy covered most of the main hall. The interior decoration of the [ Hall of Contention ] was also extremely simple. Almost all the utensils were carved from stone, giving people a very natural feeling. It was not frivolous or extravagant, but rather calming. Apart from some necessary stone tables and chairs, there were almost no other superfluous items in the hall.
However, this was, after all, the residence of a Demigod. Sun Fei could sense that there was a kind of pressure in the air that only the strong could perceive, like a flood being held back by a dam, threatening to unleash a monstrous wave at any moment.
Emperor Yassin sat quietly behind a Dashi near the window, the morning sunlight casting a golden glow upon the unparalleled emperor, creating a beautiful scene.
He was quietly waiting for Sun Fei to arrive.
Sun Fei entered the main hall alone, performed the rites of worship, and then, following the gestures of Emperor Yassin, gently sat down on the stone chair on the other side of the stone table.
This was the first time Sun Fei had observed the face of this peerless emperor so closely.
His bright eyes, as dazzling as stars yet as weathered as the sea, his nose as straight as a hanging gall bladder, his lips long and narrow but not thin, his thick sky-blue hair, his stubborn and confident chin, and the captivating curve that always seemed to linger at the corners of his mouth—all these features gave this empire an irresistible charm, making him appear remarkably young, not at all like someone who was actually nearly sixty years old.
However, Demigod have extremely long lifespans, exceeding a thousand years, so from this perspective, Emperor Yassin is still very young.
The atmosphere was a little strange.
Ever since Sun Fei Sun Fei, Emperor Yassin's gaze had been fixed on him. This gaze, however, was not oppressive or stressful in the slightest. Sun Fei felt as if the person sitting before him was not a peerless emperor, nor a Demigod with exceptional talent and experience, but simply... an ordinary friend.
Throughout the entire process, Emperor Yassin remained silent.
Sun Fei couldn't guess why he had been summoned to the palace, nor could he ask anything. He could only wait patiently for Emperor Yassin to speak first.