Chapter 107: Horror! Castle of Death

Thrace Kingdom?

Sun Fei felt a spark of joy inside. He thought the clue led to a dead end, feeling like there was no way out. But suddenly, hope reappeared like discovering a hidden village behind dark branches. He hurriedly confirmed, “Prince Modric, are you certain he’s truly…?”

“It should be correct. This man is a well-known expert from Thrace Kingdom and was always close to Prince Obina, the “Winged Eagle.” His unusually large build made him memorable… King Alexander, if he used Earth Elemental Combat Aura during your fight, that confirms it beyond doubt.” Holding a gold cup studded with an emerald, Modric carefully studied the captive and declared firmly.

“Haha! This fool is an expert in Earth Elemental Combat Aura… Haha! Perfect!” Sun Fei beamed, jumping up from behind the stone table. He grabbed He Shengzhen, who was bound tightly like a dead dog, and slapped his face three times. Pap! Pap! Pap! Blood splattered, and several white teeth flew from He Shengzhen’s mouth. The blow woke the unconscious man. He tried to thrash but screamed as excruciating pain from his limbs shot through him. Soldiers had driven specially crafted metal chains straight through his flesh and bones to securely lock him down, impossible to escape.

“Did Obina send you to murder me?” Sun Fei’s eyes turned vicious. Hoisting He Shengzhen up by the chest, he snarled the question.

He Shengzhen opened his eyes weakly. He fully understood his desperate situation now. Not only was he badly injured, the chains binding him pierced his bones – even at his full strength, escape would be impossible. These chains were crafted specifically to restrain powerful Battle Qi or Magic users. With Sun Fei, who had easily defeated him earlier, nearby, He Shengzhen knew the battle was lost.

He stared back at Sun Fei with pure hatred in his eyes, then turned his head away in silence.

Hmph! You half-witted Assassin, pretending to be a revolutionary martyr after being beaten into this state?

Sun Fei gave him two more hard slaps. Pap! Pap!

He Shengzhen’s face swelled instantly, looking like it had two freshly steamed buns attached to his cheeks. His lips ballooned, dripping blood. All his teeth were gone. His eyes were swollen into mere slits. His nose bridge was broken, and he gasped only for breath with a grating sound. Watching this circle of Reke Kingdom’s prince and ministers turned pale faces sickly green.

“Hisssss!” Each sucked in a sharp, cold breath. A chill seemed to shoot straight up their spines… Great God of War! This young King of Shampoo City was ruthless! Those few slaps looked like strikes from iron hammers! How monstrous was his strength?

Everyone recalled the scene minutes earlier when he’d burst violently through the door. Not a single person dared exhale now.

Woof! Woof! Woof!

At the sidelines, however, the Big Black Dog “Black Whirlwind,” happily munching on a roasted piglet, seemed thrilled by the chaos, barking like it had taken some wild stimulant. His big, crafty eyes failed to hide a savage gleam. He stood up, wagging his tail, eager to assert his presence.

But old handsome Best shot him a sharp glare, instantly deflating the beast. Black Whirlwind went back to sulkily gnawing his piglet… Reke Kingdom’s nobles, though silent, echoed the same thought: Like master, like dog. These two share matching violent streaks—a perfect pair!

Tossing the now unresponsive He Shengzhen aside, Sun Fei stood up abruptly with a cold sneer. After thinking a moment, he asked, “Uncle Best, do you know where the Thrace Kingdom delegation is staying?”

His meaning clear before he’d even finished. Best tightened up immediately. “Alexander, are you going to…? Don’t be reckless! This hasn’t been fully settled yet! Any misunderstanding could cause friction between nations!”

“Reckless? Friction?” Sun Fei shook his head, laughing. “Uncle Best, I’m not reckless. This isn’t friction. Doesn’t Thrace Kingdom constantly back Blackrock City, always opposing our Shampoo City? Their prince here for the ceremony is surely up to no good! I’ll just snatch that worthless prince and make his king explain matters later!”

His tone dripped with undisguised dominance, causing color to drain from every Reke Kingdom face in the room.

Old handsome Best paused indecisively before eventually nodding slowly. “Fine. I’ll have someone fetch Lampard and Brook. Go confront them once they’ve arrived, with proper backup. You shouldn’t go alone…”

“Alone is all I need!” Sun Fei declared. From a distance, he waved toward the lazily munching Black Whirlwind. Instantly, the dog jumped up alert like a trained soldier who’d just heard his commander’s shout. He dashed to Sun Fei’s side with astonishing intelligence.

Sun Fei couldn’t explain his earlier suspicions within a crowd. But this confirmed identity meant Thrace Kingdom carried heavy suspicion. Catching Prince Obina held key answers. There was no time to delay; vital information might slip away.

“King Alexander, wait!” Prince Modric suddenly called. “If you’d accept, I offer to lead Reke Kingdom’s Warriors to lend you support!”

“Really? Fantastic! Thank you!” Sun Fei’s joy returned instantly.

Originally, he’d planned to just nab key figures solo. Unavoidably, some guards, soldiers, or servants might escape, failing a complete capture. With Modric sealing the perimeter, they might trap the entire Thrace delegation—exactly what Sun Fei wanted.

Hah! Seems Prince Modric truly leans towards Shampoo…

…

A few minutes later.

Sun Fei and Modric led over a hundred guards, silent under the vast night’s cover, encircling the Thrace delegation’s residence—a relatively remote stone castle courtyard surrounded by emptiness, separated deliberately from other buildings. Gigantic wooden gates hung closed while twin magic lamps above cast flickering yellowish halos in the howling wind. Inside, all was unnaturally still.

Modric swiftly placed soldiers to block every exit around the castle, while he and his guards stationed themselves near the main entrance. Since this feud lay squarely between Shampoo City and Thrace Kingdom, this level of support went far beyond their duty—they wouldn’t join Sun Fei in storming inside.

Sun Fei and Black Whirlwind crept toward the castle gate alone—one man, one dog. Clouds blocked the moon; an icy blast swept up fallen leaves, lending the air an indescribable bleak bleakness. A deadly quiet lay over the courtyard, holding terrifying violence. At any moment, silence could shatter into life-or-death struggle.

Step by step, Sun Fei closed in silently.

Suddenly, less than six meters from the stone gate, Sun Fei’s face changed.

“Bad news—something’s wrong!”

A thick scent of blood, still carrying warmth, struck his nostrils…

Sun Fei instantly understood—disaster had struck first!

He sprinted forward and kicked the massive gate hard.

Boom!

The double doors—weighing at least five or six hundred pounds—flew violently inward! Sun Fei’s figure blurred into afterimages rushing in with Black Whirlwind close behind, shielded by the crashing wood.

Once inside, Sun Fei froze mid-step.

Black Whirlwind also stiffened, freezing in place.

Man and dog exchanged stunned glances.

“How? How can this be?”

What lay within defied Sun Fei’s imagination. Just past the gate lay two or three dead bodies—obviously killed recently, for wounds still oozed blood, steaming white vapors in the chill autumn night. Relief washed through Sun Fei once he recognized none wore Shampoo uniforms.

A thick, piercing smell of blood choked the air.

Freshly shed blood had pooled into thin ‘streamlets’ upon the ground, still slightly flowing uncoagulated… carrying an eerie, ghostly aura.

The entire stone fortress echoed with fearful silence.

Lamps glowed in distant rooms—no sounds escaped them.

Just like… a city of death.

Sun Fei and Black Whirlwind stepped cautiously inward, maintaining tight vigilance along the path. Step by step they discovered no living soul remained: stairs edge, garden corners, tree shade, stone seats—bodies sprawled everywhere upon stone walls and waterways… victims had clearly suffered abrupt murder. Most weapons lay half-drawn upon their death; faces wore expressions of disbelief staring at horrors witnessed.

Sun Fei inspected details closely.

Each victim bore at least four wounds, so deep they touched bone. Unluckier individuals lay utterly torn apart: scattered limbs, chopped torsos abandoned on the ground… a scene horrible enough that it mirrored mythical depictions of hell’s Asura fields.