Chapter 126: Time to Witness a Miracle

“BIU…”

Sun Fei lifted his fingers to his lips and blew a sharp, loud whistle. Its sound drifted far and wide with the morning breeze.

Then—

Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!

Answering the whistle, a series of clear dog barks floated up from below the mountain path, familiar yet somehow strange.

Just as the onlookers began to wonder, the enormous black dog, too big to even be recognized by its own mother, slowly reappeared. It climbed the stone steps one by one until it stood at the summit of the Eastern Peak. Of course, a dog’s appearance meant little to anyone present. What nearly made everyone bite off their tongues was the radiant young maiden riding on the huge black dog’s back, smiling like a fresh, pure white flower.

That was… Angela, the Little King’s fiancée.

Seeing this angelic girl exude pure, flawless beauty in the golden morning sun, bathed in its unparalleled splendor, everyone at the summit froze in place—as if they’d been slapped a thousand and eight hundred times with a poop-smeared shoe sole—except Sun Fei, who was laughing like he was twitching. Stars danced before their eyes; their mouths went dry…

They couldn’t comprehend what they were seeing.

How was this possible?

It simply couldn’t be!

Though the earlier fierce battle was chaos, many had witnessed how this pure, resolute girl, after being captured by Paris, chose to bite her tongue to death rather than be a burden to her beloved. That moment had moved even the cold-blooded enchantress Paris, who gently returned Angela’s ‘body’ to the Little King. Soon after, the Little King’s rage over his lover ignited, leading him to cut down countless enemies in one furious assault…

But now… how on earth could this be explained?

Just how?

Why was this girl, who had died, now riding a dog in perfect health?

The shock within Paris, the Cold-Blooded Enchantress, was perhaps the greatest of them all. Years of serving Domingos and navigating treacherous schemes had convinced her that her heart could no longer be stirred by anything. Yet, Angela’s appearance shattered that calm completely. How was this possible? She distinctly remembered feeling the girl’s heartbeat slow and cease. Such physiological signs couldn’t be faked instantly… so why did this girl stand unharmed before them now?

Under the crowd’s dazed stares, the Big Black Dog acted even more dramatically than Sun Fei. Wagging its tail, it tread a catwalk, moving in strange, winding paths until it reached Sun Fei. Then, with an unnervingly human-like fawning smile, its leg joints bent, and it knelt upon the ground.

The stunningly beautiful Angela, clutching two large water skins, eagerly jumped down from the dog’s back.

“Alexander, the things you needed… How are Uncle Lampard and Gemma?” Confronted by so many blood-soaked, wounded men staring openly at her, amidst the overpowering stench of blood, severed limbs, and shattered entrails, Angela felt deeply uncomfortable. Holding back nausea, she handed the water skins to Sun Fei, then shyly gripped the hem of his torn robe and hid behind him. Yet this sweet, innocent maiden quickly remembered something else. Carefully pulling out an azure-blue robe from behind her, her cheeks flushed like autumn apples, she offered, “Alexander… well, after I went down the mountain with Xiao Hei, I found this time to find a robe for the ceremony. Your clothes are ripped…”

“Oh, Angela, you’re so good to me…” Sun Fei deliberately said it sickeningly, throwing a challenging glance towards Paris, then gently holding and squeezing Angela’s soft, smooth white hand.

Thump! Thump!

The crowd at the summit felt the urge to vomit blood and faint. Was this really the time? The pair were flirting and acting coy… Could they be serious? People were being slaughtered right now!

Under the golden morning sun, Sun Fei’s blue robe was indeed shredded into rags from the earlier battle, hanging off him in tatters, exposing his chest. Sun Fei seemed to consider it briefly, then casually ripped the entire top part into strips and tossed them away, revealing his powerfully built torso below.

Perfect, robust muscles and frame, instantly gilded by the mountain-top sunrise. His imposing, near-perfectly proportioned stature, splatters of blood on his face and hair, the longsword in his hand… all combined to give Sun Fei a sudden, visually stunning impact. He looked like a God of War returning from countless victories. Those who had scorned the Little King of Shampoo City now felt an almost unreachable distance between them, instinctively gazing up at him.

Paris and the Princess Royal narrowed their eyes almost simultaneously, their thoughts unreadable. As for the maiden Angela, whose heart was already entirely Sun Fei’s, her gaze now overflowed with undisguised love. On this gentle, warm path of puppy love, this inexperienced girl had long since surrendered herself completely to its depths.

Sun Fei pushed the new robe back into Angela’s hands. “Keep this for now, I’ll wear it later…” He patted the Big Black Dog who was wagging its tail like a windmill in front of him. The beast seemed practically supernatural; it instantly understood Sun Fei’s meaning. It leaped up, treading its catwalk, dancing in intricate patterns across the Eastern Peak Summit—clearly dodging unseen Magic Traps—and soon used its mouth to carry the ‘bodies’ of Lampard, Drogba, the blonde little lori Gemma, and others, placing them before Sun Fei.

Everyone was utterly bewildered, having no clue what game the Little King was playing.

Some might have already guessed, but didn’t dare believe it.

Only the eyes of the Cold-Blooded Enchantress Paris and the Princess Royal remained fixed intently on the Big Black Dog, memorizing every step, every path it took during its leaps.

In this unfolding scene, both sides observed an unspoken, tense truce.

Everyone held their breath, alert and anxious, carefully watching the Little King’s next move. This held their very lives in the balance. By now, even the dullest understood: control of the situation today seemed to have shifted from the two terrifying women—the Princess Royal and Paris—and into the hands of this previously overlooked Little King.

“Now… is the time to witness a miracle! Wahaha!” Sun Fei grinned, flashing pale white teeth, copying the famous opening line he once heard from a famous magician in his past life. He nearly laughed out loud at the end – he couldn’t help but look like a triumphant fool. His meticulous preparations were paying off decisively; everything now played within his grasp. So why should he play humble or meek?

With clear challenge in his eyes, the King swept his gaze around, lingering particularly on the devastatingly beautiful face of the Cold-Blooded Enchantress Paris. Then, striking a pose, he unscrewed the cap and splashed the chilly mountain water over the faces of the ‘corpses’ lying still.

Some had already guessed what would happen and gasped involuntarily.

Paris frowned so deeply it could wring out water, feeling a mix of the ridiculous and powerless futility.

Indeed—

“Cough! Cough! Cough!”

Frank Lampard coughed, rubbing icy water from his blood-smeared face as he sat up first. His eyes showed no confusion or uncertainty of one resurrected; instead, he instantly grabbed the giant Titan Blade off his back. He jumped up, ignited his Battle Qi to vaporize the icy water, scanned the scene, and stood protectively behind Sun Fei.

Lampard’s composed demeanor confirmed the crowd’s wildest, most unsettling suspicion:

All of this had been planned.

Splash-splash-splash.

The mountain water kept pouring down.

That bone-chilling cold felt like it flowed straight into the hearts of the watchers.

Because soon, one after another, ‘corpses’ that had clearly been stone dead moments before opened their eyes. A dark-skinned, unkempt man even rubbed his rump and grumbled, “Ugh, damn, that stone was hard. My butt bones felt broken lying there. Getting stiff…”

Watching the Little King’s guards wipe away the shockingly vivid ‘blood’ from their faces and bodies, revealing utterly unscathed skin and armor beneath – it felt completely outrageous. These utterly honorless warriors hadn’t suffered a scratch; not even their clothing showed a single tear. The terrifying bloodstains? All just smeared gore taken from real corpses…

Behind Paris, as the Shampoo City guards assembled unscathed behind their King, one fragile soul buckled under the strain. Eyes glazed, drool trickling, he kept muttering over and over, “Impossible… impossible… How could it… how could it…”

The Princess Royal sighed and lowered her head.

Beside her, the Zenit War God Arshavin and the purple-robed maid, Purple Flame – both immersed in healing their wounds – saw the Combat Energy Flames swirling around them violently flicker. Their inner turmoil was indescribable; they almost suffered qi deviations from their shock.

The Cold-Blooded Enchantress Paris’ gaze seemed glued to Sun Fei’s face. Her mesmerizing eyes widened to their limits as if looking at a long-lost lover, her expression so filled with utter disbelief and astonishment, it could melt the world’s hardest mythical steel.

Even the silent Assassin tightened his grip on his blade, knuckles turning white.

This was undoubtedly the most bitingly ironic moment of their lives.