Chapter 170: Massacre, Shed No Tears For Anyone

I am the King of Xiangbo.

Whenever Sun Fei uttered this sentence before, he always felt exceptionally cool. To put it fantastically, it was like unleashing a legendary force field with just words—declaring it meant everything belonged to him. It felt way more impressive than those classic phrases from his past life like “My dad is Li Gang”. But for some reason, this time, when he spoke the same words, Sun Fei felt a sense of shame, like he couldn’t hold his head up.

And right now, the old man Zola was clearly stunned.

His expression shifted from confusion, to surprise, then to shock, and finally to wild joy. Very quickly though, it transformed into an indescribable mix of grievance and excitement. He clutched Sun Fei’s leg and started crying, just like a child finally finding their parent to fight for them after being bullied.

“Woooooo…”

This was the sudden release of emotions suppressed to the extreme.

The old man’s voice was hoarse and choked, as if his cut-out tongue hadn’t grown back yet. The sounds were harshly squeezed from his throat. It was like the blood-stained howl of a dying old beast in the autumn wind, like the surging floodwaters bursting through a dam, like the deafening collapse of a hundred-meter city wall under immense force, like the furious scream of an old vine sprouting new life from beneath a massive boulder. Sun Fei had always hated seeing a man cry. But for some reason, at this moment, surrounded by this complex yet pure sound of sobbing, he actually felt his own eyes becoming a bit moist.

Beside the old man, the frail youth Modric, thin as a bamboo pole, stood completely frozen.

He was the King of Xiangbo?

The Holy King who supposedly decreed the Sage’s Code?

The Holy King of Xiangbo whom Uncle Zola claimed led a peerless army of Xiangbo to annihilate the Nine-Nation Alliance?

Yes… Modric felt a dawning realization settle over him. It had to be him! There was absolutely no mistake. Who else but our Holy King of Xiangbo could bring elite warriors to appear right before his eyes? Who else but him would rage and slaughter the demon soldiers of Blackrock City for the sake of just one insignificant person of Xiangbo? Who else possessed god-like abilities to fully heal Uncle Zola, who was nearly dead from his wounds, in an instant?

Nobody else but him!

An immense sense of happiness and absolute security instantly filled the thin boy’s body.

“Your Majesty… You… finally came…” This was the first sentence the old man spoke to Sun Fei. Zola was clearly an experienced and wise old man. After the brief, uncontrollable emotional outburst, he quickly regained his composure. Tear tracks ran through the wrinkles on his weathered face. He pointed towards the pile of corpses deep within the mass grave below, his eyes spewing flames of anger and hatred. “Buried there… are all the bodies of our people from Shampoo City!”

“What?” Sun Fei’s mind reeled in shock. He thought he had misheard. “All… All of them?”

The mass grave beneath the cliff held at least a thousand cold corpses at that moment, a gruesome sight. Judging by their wounds, almost every single person had been tortured to death. Broken limbs were common; there wasn’t a single intact body… Sun Fei had originally thought this was where all the slave miners who had died from exhaustion or beatings were discarded. But according to Zola’s words, these bodies were all from Xiangbo City?! Since when could Xiangbo City have lost over a thousand able-bodied men, captured and brought to Blackrock City?

“…Over the years, stirred up by the Blackrock Kingdom, our robust young men from Xiangbo were continuously captured: by mercenary groups, slave-hunting teams, or snatched through warfare. Sold into the mines and tunnels of the Blackrock Kingdom within the Scorching Sun Mountains, forced into slave labor as miners. Counting carefully, the number is at least three to four thousand. Those who arrived here three or four years ago are almost all dead. Nobody could survive over three years under those conditions: the pitch-black mineshafts, the lack of food, and the brutal beatings from the overseer soldiers. And because Xiangbo City and the Blackrock Kingdom are sworn enemies, Xiangbo slaves suffered the most abuse and torment compared to miners from other lands. A simple mistake, and the Blackrock soldiers would beat them to death on the spot with iron chains. Especially over the past month or so, after Your Majesty annihilated the Nine-Nation Alliance, your mighty reputation spread far and wide, threatening the Blackrock Kingdom. Filled with resentment, the Blackrock King intensified his persecution of our Xiangbo miners. In just the short span of the last half-month, those demonic, inhuman beasts have brutally slaughtered over a thousand Xiangbo miners!”

The old man Zola’s thoughts became increasingly clear as he recounted the tragic history of the Xiangbo miners in the most concise terms. Sun Fei silently gazed at the piles of cold corpses beneath the cliff. It seemed as if he could see countless citizens of Xiangbo City perishing miserably amidst agonized cries and struggles. He seemed to see streams of vengeful spirits weeping bloody tears before him, accusing Blackrock City of its brutality. They seemed to be demanding: Where was their King when they were struggling desperately for their lives?

An overwhelming sense of resentment instantly permeated the entire Blackrock Fortress.

The previously fair sky suddenly whipped up fierce winds. Then, inky dark clouds billowed in from the horizon, covering the heavens and the earth in an instant. The light dimmed; a terrifying storm was brewing.

“How many are still alive?” Sun Fei asked. “Where are they?”

“Just four days ago, all survivors were rounded up and locked in the underground water dungeons of Blackrock Fortress. It’s said the Blackrock King is preparing to kill them all to vent his fury…” Zola’s face showed deep worry as he mentioned the survivors.

Sun Fei tightly clenched his fists.

He looked down at the orderly, heavily guarded stronghold built into the cliffside below, his eyes resolute. He finally made his decision. “The Blackrock King? Hmph. He will pay for his actions. Pay in blood. The entire Blackrock Kingdom shall fall because of this… In the name of Alexander, King of Xiangbo, I swear this!”

“Let’s go!”

Sun Fei grabbed hold of Modric and Zola and leaped directly off the hundred-meter cliff like a great bird. When they were less than twenty meters off the ground, he switched to [Druid Mode]. A [Giant-winged Crow] materialized beneath him. His foot lightly touched the crow’s back, cushioning the fall’s force. Pausing only for a moment, they landed safely on the ground.

Modric, having witnessed Sun Fei’s power before, was almost accustomed to such displays. However, this was the first time the old man Zola had seen a master of such power. With the wind whistling past, his amazement was indescribable. Realizing this young man was the twenty-fifth King of Xiangbo City sent waves of uncontrollable excitement through him. The legends were true—the King of Xiangbo indeed possessed fearsome, incredible strength.

A few swift leaps later, Sun Fei had returned to the small stone plaza.

By now, the situation had changed.

The Blackrock troops within the fortress had assembled. Over three thousand fully armed Blackrock soldiers flooded out from the streets and alleys like a tide, tightly surrounding Xiangbo’s expeditionary force. The battle cries formed a continuous roar. At the front lines where close combat had already erupted, many bodies lay strewn across the ground – all clad in the black armor of Blackrock soldiers. The volume of the battle cries reached a deafening crescendo.

Without Sun Fei’s orders, the Xiangbo Expeditionary Force focused solely on defense.

Even then, this force of over a hundred stood as firm as a rock amidst a raging river—unshakable. Wave after wave of the black tide crashed against them, only to be smashed to pieces and sent reeling back, broken and bloodied.

“DIE—!”

Sun Fei roared in fury. His hand shot up skyward. The [Druid’s] unique elemental power—[Chaos Force]—crowded around his hand violently. A crimson streak of light erupted from his palm and shot down like a comet into the black tide below.

It was palm-sized, not particularly conspicuous, and emitted no discernible magic aura, making it seem almost harmless. The Blackrock soldiers below didn’t take it seriously at first; some even mocked it.

But at that moment—the unexpected happened.

When the crimson streak was barely two or three meters from the ground, it suddenly expanded at an incredible rate. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a colossal dark-red boulder nearly three meters in diameter. Spiderweb-like fissures covered its surface, each crack spewing terrifying, high-temperature orange flames radiating outwards. It smashed into the ground with a thunderous BOOM, instantly crushing five or six Blackrock soldiers who couldn’t evade in time.

However, the nightmare didn’t end there.

The [Magma Boulder] began to roll forward autonomously, rumbling towards the densest pockets of soldiers. Wherever it rolled, endless lava streamed from the gaps within the massive rock, igniting walls of fire over two meters high. The horrific flames reduced nearby soldiers to ashes. Even their armor and weapons melted into molten puddles of iron almost instantly…

Druid Magic Skill—[Magma Boulder].

It gathered the wild power of Chaos elemental energy to summon this massive Magma Boulder that would crush and incinerate all enemies beneath it. Besides his transformation and summoning skills, this was one of only two Druid magic skills Sun Fei had currently mastered, making it perfect for dealing with groups.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

A succession of crimson fireballs shot forth from Sun Fei’s enraged hands, each becoming a [Magma Boulder]. Soon, the entire small stone plaza—every spot except where the Xiangbo Expeditionary Force stood defiant—transformed into a raging inferno. Screams and struggles of the burning Blackrock soldiers became a continuous, horrifying chorus!

BOOM!

Sun Fei landed before Lampard and his men.

“Mighty King…” The Six Elite Guardians swiftly gathered around him. Only after seeing Sun Fei unharmed did they relax.

“Warriors of Xiangbo City! Heed my command…” Sun Fei handed Zola and Modric to nearby soldiers to support him. He switched to [Barbarian Mode]. His hands swept through the empty air, fleeting light flashed, and the [Purple and Green Twin Swords] materialized in his grasp. He raised his voice in a thunderous roar: “KILL! FOR BLACKROCK FORTRESS—SHED NO TEARS FOR ANYONE!”

By now, the [Magma Boulders] on the plaza had vanished, their Chaos energy dissipating. The flames slowly died down. That one terrifying wave of Druid magic elementals had instantly turned three to four hundred Blackrock soldiers into ashes in mere moments. The inconceivable power terrified the remaining Blackrock soldiers, vastly outnumbering him yet paralyzed with fear. Their will to fight shattered, they hesitated, unable to bring themselves to charge forth.

At Sun Fei’s command, the Fifty [Saints] surged forward in six groups under the leadership of the Six Elite Guardians. The plaza instantly became a howling storm of blood and slaughter.