Chapter 181: Slaughter in the Night

Sun Fei’s arrogant attitude angered the gloomy young man next to the bald, one-eyed giant. The young man finally pulled his attention away from the graceful curves of the red-clad, charming young woman in the Sorros Merchant Caravan. He glanced briefly at Sun Fei and his two companions, a cold, disdainful smile curling on his lips.

“Do you know what I hate the most?” the young man said, speaking more to himself. “It’s delicate roses like you, raised in a greenhouse, who recklessly challenge wild thorns that have weathered countless storms… Boy, have you ever seen death? Have you ever killed someone? Have you ever heard the crisp, beautiful sound of a human head being cleanly chopped off? Have you felt the warm, slick sensation of scarlet blood spurting up and splattering on your face?” His voice grew fierce and roaring as he spoke, with a hint of jealousy and resentment. “You self-righteous, noble fool! Drop that arrogant pride you carry around in the outside world. Here, you’re nothing but a dog waiting to be slaughtered!”

Is this guy crazy?

Sun Fei scratched his chin in confusion. I just came here to kill a few people. Why is he talking about these stupid philosophical questions? This gloomy-faced brat sounded a lot like those angry, resentful teens on the internet in my past life, who seemed to despise everyone for no reason.

“Your Majesty, this man is named David Bentley. He’s a mid-ranking officer in the Bloodblade Mercenary Corps. They say he comes from a noble family that fell from grace, and he’s a disgraced warrior who lost his noble status. Because of his background, he holds an almost irrational hatred for other nobles. He’s an ice-attributed warrior, with strength around the three- to four-star level. The bald, one-eyed giant is one of the six top fighters under the Bloodblade Mercenary Corps leader. I don’t know his origins, but his strength far surpasses Bentley’s. That simple-looking middle-aged mercenary is also an officer, named Casa Sana. He appears dull but is actually ruthless, cunning, and treacherous—a smiling tiger. The girl next to him, who looks only about eighteen, is actually nearly thirty years old. She has partial dark elf blood, and she is bloodthirsty and loves killing…”

It seemed Old Zola wasn’t just a solar-powered, self-charging GPS navigator, but also a state-of-the-art identification device and a personal revenge guidebook. He quickly relayed the identities of these individuals clearly.

“Did they take part in capturing and selling my people from Shampoo City?” Sun Fei asked.

“Every one of them has a part in it…” Before Zola could finish, the young lad Modric eagerly answered. “Your Majesty, they are the primary leaders of the Bloodblade Mercenary Corps’ northern slave-hunting squad. Each of their hands is stained with the blood of Shampoo City’s mining slaves. Over the past three years, they’ve been responsible for capturing more than sixty percent of the over four thousand Shampoo City mining slaves sold to the Blackrock Kingdom!”

The rage in the eyes of the thin young man and the white-haired elder could almost burn through the void.

Sun Fei listened carefully, then quietly observed the over two hundred Bloodblade mercenaries present. He asked calmly, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, “Hey, do you understand now why I’ve come to collect a debt of lives? At least you won’t die as confused fools…”

His tone was gentle, yet it carried an unshakable determination, clearly already treating every member of the Bloodblade Mercenary Corps as dead men.

‘Your Majesty’?

Hearing this self-referential term, the bald one-eyed giant felt as if a bolt of lightning struck him. He instantly recalled a young king who had recently risen to fame. Shocked, he was about to say something when the gloomy-faced David Bentley next to him could no longer restrain himself. He leaped up into the air.

“Clueless fool, die!” With a sharp clang, Bentley instantly drew the long sword at his waist. Combat Energy Flames surged wildly around his body as he swung it through the air. Instantly, a five- to six-meter-long deep blue icy sword aura shot out from the blade, roaring and sweeping down toward Sun Fei and his two companions.

“Bitter Ice Blade!” In the glow of the deep blue sword aura, Bentley’s face twisted like a demon’s.

The four-star level Aura Skill “Bitter Ice Blade” condensed an extremely deadly cold air capable of freezing an opponent’s flesh into an ice statue in an instant. It was an intermediate four-star ice-attributed Aura Skill that could amplify the practitioner’s Battle Qi by six times. Sun Fei had seen this Aura Skill among the stacks of Aura Manuals in Evans’ Storage Ring. Coincidentally, he had been using the energy flow pathways of Assassin Mode to modify this manual these past few days, so he was very familiar with it.

And since he was familiar with it, it was easier to deal with.

Sun Fei casually reached back into the air, and a strange, dark green weapon—neither exactly a sword nor a blade—appeared in his hand. There was no furious roar to intimidate like Bentley’s, no surge of Battle Qi or Magic, and no flashy effects. It was as simple as swatting a fly, just a light flick.

In comparison, the outcome seemed preordained.

“Be careful…” The red-clad, charming young woman in the Sorros Merchant Caravan couldn’t help but cry out a warning.

But—

In that instant, something unexpected happened.

Amid the stunned expressions of the onlookers, the deep blue, icy sword aura unleashed by the furious young Bentley—which had frozen and cracked the surrounding boulders and trees along its path—suddenly disintegrated before even nearing Sun Fei. It was like hot metal melting through snow. With a faint tearing sound, the sword aura split cleanly down the middle, veering off to either side and instantly freezing countless rocks and trees behind them. Yet, it posed no threat whatsoever to Sun Fei and his companions.

And then, something even more unbelievable occurred—

Bentley’s finely tempered precious sword and his youthful, vigorous body were suddenly split in two as well.

This bizarre scene was as if an invisible, silent figure in the air wielded an intangible, colorless, yet unbreakable, divine blade. As effortlessly as a sharp knife slicing through a medium-rare steak, the gloomy young man David Bentley—who had prided himself on being a wild thorn that had weathered countless storms—was cleanly cut in half at the waist.

Thump—!

The sound of the corpse and the steel sword hitting the ground echoed simultaneously. An abrupt, deathly silence fell over the lakeside.

David Bentley, the expert from the Bloodblade Mercenary Corps who had been arrogantly pointing fingers and hurling insults moments before, was now a cold corpse. He hadn’t even had a chance to fight back or dodge.

The Bloodblade mercenaries, who had worn cruel smirks as they waited for their captain to display his might and brutally kill the three ‘little rats’ who had suddenly appeared, now had their expressions frozen. They gasped sharply, their faces turning extremely grim. Some among them already sensed the stench of death approaching.

In the span of a single move, the atmosphere shifted dramatically.

An expert!

An unbelievable expert!

To slay a four-star, early-stage ice-attributed warrior like Bentley as easily as slaughtering a chicken or a dog—such a display shook everyone present to the core.

The bald one-eyed giant remained outwardly calm, but inwardly, his mind was in turmoil. His strength far exceeded Bentley’s, so he had clearly seen the lightning-fast exchange. That mysterious black-haired youth had used no Aura Skill, nor had he channeled any Magic. That single sword swing was purely an explosion of physical Might. The edge of that strange weapon moved with such extreme speed that it compressed the air, forming a sharp sword aura similar to an Aura Slash, effortlessly cutting down and shattering Bentley, who had been unleashing his full four-star early-stage Battle Qi… Such skill was terrifying, far beyond the bald one-eyed giant’s estimation of the rising young king of Shampoo City based on intelligence. He instantly understood that today’s events were likely to take an unexpected turn.

As for the people of the Sorros Merchant Caravan, trapped in the center, seeing this scene filled them with wild joy, as if they had just escaped death.

Particularly Manager Redknapp, standing at the forefront gripping his Magic Staff, found his shock and elation beyond words. Three minutes earlier, when Sun Fei and his two companions suddenly appeared, he had felt a surge of hope, thinking the situation might turn around. But then, observing that Sun Fei and the others showed no signs of Battle Qi or Magic fluctuations—appearing to be three ordinary, powerless individuals—his heart sank again. Who would have thought that the Lord God of War would play such a twisted, immense joke on him. That seemingly foolish, reckless black-haired youth was actually a super expert beyond anyone’s imagination.

“Harry, should we try to break out now?” the red-clad, charming young woman beside him whispered.

“Not yet, let’s wait and see how things unfold,” Redknapp shook his head. His instincts as a skilled merchant caravan manager told him that perhaps a tremendous opportunity had just presented itself.

From a distance opposite them.

After killing David Bentley with a single move, Sun Fei looked contentedly at the sword in his hand.

This was the dark green one-handed sword “Bul-Kathos’ Tribal Guardian – Ritual Sword” from the Set Items “Bul-Kathos’ Children.” It was neither exactly a sword nor a blade, with a unique and thick design. It felt much more natural to use compared to the previous Purple and Green Twin Swords. Truly worthy of being a weapon once used by the Barbarian’s immortal leader, the Immortal King. Even in its fifty percent sealed state, its power was astonishing, and its special additional effects were intimidating!

He flicked the blade lightly with his finger, and a clear, trembling ring resounded in everyone’s hearts.

Sun Fei slowly advanced step by step toward the Bloodblade mercenaries. His imposing figure loomed like a massive mountain, bearing down on them, making many of the mercenaries feel an illusory sensation of breathlessness.

“King Alexander of Shampoo?” The bald one-eyed giant’s eyes flickered uncertainly. “Perhaps we can sit down and have a proper talk…”

“Talk? Pah! You can talk properly with the sword in my hand!”

Sun Fei roared angrily. Before his words faded, he instantly transformed into a whirlwind and charged at the Bloodblade mercenaries. His speed was unbelievably fast; a faint afterimage remained where he had been standing, while his sword had already sliced through the necks of several mercenaries. Before the bald one-eyed giant and the others could even react, four heads soaring into the air, four headless corpses twitching and collapsing, and the gushing blood spraying like fountains had irrevocably initiated the brutal slaughter in the night.

“Damn it! Kill him!”

This scene made the bald giant’s expression drastically change. He roared, drawing his weapon—two uniquely large great axes that gleamed with a strange, cold light. Swinging them fiercely, the blades cut through the night air as he aimed deadly strikes at Sun Fei’s chest and abdomen. Even before the axe blades reached him, the faint silver Aura edges had already churned up and shredded the dead leaves on the ground. The force was unstoppable, sharp and terrifying.

“Haha, you dare show off your axe skills in front of a Barbarian?!”

Sun Fei laughed disdainfully. He reached out and summoned “Bul-Kathos’ Sacred Price – Divine Blade.” Instantly, the level seven green Set Items “Bul-Kathos’ Children” were fully assembled. The two swords gleamed, emitting joyful hums. Strange light surged as the sword edges passed; despite the Bloodblade mercenaries struggling desperately, they fell like wheat stalks under a farmer’s scythe, utterly powerless to resist.

Soon, the twin swords in Sun Fei’s hands met the bald giant’s great axes.

Clang—!

A series of sparks erupted in the night, followed by a deafening sound of metal clashing.

“Urgh… Impossible!”

The bald giant instantly coughed up blood and was forced back. The great axes in his hands were shattered into fragments by the twin swords of “Bul-Kathos’ Children,” leaving only two bare axe handles. His eyes filled with shock and disbelief as he landed, stumbling backward. Blood spurted from his mouth like a fountain.