Chapter 118: Spare Your Life

Sun Fei was a bit dazed.

At that moment, Sun Fei really felt like grabbing the head of that One Sword, who held the Rusty Sword and swaggered off, pressing it hard under his butt, letting out a loud and smelly fart right in his face, and then asking, “Are you out of your damn mind?” How could he act so arrogantly in such a situation, drop a careless line, and then turn around and leave? Would it kill you to stand in front of me for a little longer, damn it?

The direct consequence of the incredibly powerful One Sword drifting away was that the position of the Princess Royal on the scales of victory rapidly shifted. Sun Fei almost seemed to see the fickle goddess of victory suddenly change her pose, now coyly flirting with the mysterious assassins.

Paris, dressed in white and holding a red rose, saw this scene, and the smile on her stunningly beautiful fair face grew even brighter. Her delicate fingers gently plucked the rose petals, tearing off the vibrant, delicate petals one by one, letting them scatter in the air. It was a very natural action, but Sun Fei sensed an unprecedented cruelty behind Paris’s gentle movements.

“Hehe, I had long heard that One Sword once owed Crown Prince Arshavin a favor and promised in this lifetime to draw his sword once for Sister Tanasha… It seems the rumor is true. Sister Tanasha, what a pity. One Sword’s intervention this time only blocked one attack… Hehe, it seems I have another chance to kill you now!”

Holding the broken flower, smiling, her white clothes fluttering, and a fragrant breeze drifting around her, Paris was like a beautiful goddess, but the words from her mouth sent chills down everyone’s spine. This woman was a combination of an angel and a devil, like a sweet poison.

“Then come and try!” the Princess Royal’s reply was brief.

She seemed to have long expected One Sword to decisively drift away. The expression in her pure, ocean-blue eyes remained unchanged, and her charming, beautiful brows were still tightly furrowed. However, Sun Fei could clearly sense that the reason the Princess Royal kept frowning was not because she was worried about her own situation, but purely because she did not want to say another word to the woman named Paris in front of her. The Princess Royal seemed to have a deep-seated disgust for Paris.

“Did this flirtatious woman named Paris steal the Princess Royal’s man?”

Sun Fei stroked his chin and thought mischievously.

At that moment, the golden morning sun had risen above the sea of clouds in the mountains, dispelling the cold at the Eastern Peak Summit. In the distance, clouds and mist shimmered, and the sea of clouds rolled, creating a magnificent scene. The graceful yellow peaks appeared and disappeared within the sea of clouds. The Eastern Peak Summit had reached the most beautiful moment of the day.

On the platform at the mountain peak, fewer than twenty people from Shampoo City remained.

Drogba, Ballack, and the other eight strongmen tightly gripped their exaggerated heavy weapons, glaring protectively around the Royal Altar. Their eyes swept back and forth among the envoys and princes from various countries gathered around the Royal Altar. This was because a fearsome archer assassin was still hidden among the crowd, unseen. This hidden assassin was the most terrifying. No one knew when he would release that silent, deadly arrow, or who he would target first…

Lampard and the injured Prison Warden Oleg, along with several servants, tightly shielded Angela and the little blonde-haired girl, Gemma, behind them. These two young girls were the most vulnerable on the Royal Altar. In the face of those elusive assassins, they had no means to fight back.

The atmosphere grew even more eerie.

Even though the Princess Royal’s side had the advantage in numbers, the situation was not optimistic.

One Sword had only lightly injured five assassins earlier, and their combat abilities were still intact. Coupled with the hidden archer and the woman Paris, whose strength was unknown, the Princess Royal’s side was far outnumbered in terms of elite fighters compared to this mysterious assassin group… As for the two hundred fully armed imperial cavalry, most of them did not even possess One-Star Level strength. They were just ordinary soldiers and could basically be ignored.

Paris’s eyes and brows were full of emotion. She did not seem in a hurry to make a decision.

This deeply seductive woman’s gaze slid over the Princess Royal’s face. Everyone she looked at couldn’t help but feel a flutter in their hearts. Finally, her gaze settled on Sun Fei, as if she had found a fun prey. She gave him a flirtatious, charming wink and said with a giggle, “Little King, I can feel the tension in your heart. Hehe.” She pointed at the Princess Royal beside Sun Fei and laughed coquettishly, “How about… you kill this woman, and I’ll spare your life. What do you say?”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone’s attention instantly focused on Sun Fei.

“This deal… no, not good.” Sun Fei stroked his chin and chuckled. “How about we change it up?”

“Oh? Let’s hear it.” Paris, holding the broken flower, had an even brighter smile in her eyes.

“This auntie, how about you kneel down and lick my toes, and I’ll spare your life? What do you think?” Sun Fei said with a straight face.

The expression on Paris’s face finally changed.

“Little King, you will pay for your arrogance… I know you might not be afraid of death, but…” Her smile remained, yet her voice turned cold. Suddenly, she turned to look at the young girl Angela, who was protected behind Lampard and Oleg. The smile at the corner of her eyes turned cruel. “I guess that must be your woman, right? Such a beautiful girl—elegant, pure, and flawless. She’s so pitiable, like a beautiful little elf fallen into this filthy world. Little King, just imagine if she were brutally violated by the lowest, most disgusting beggar covered in pus-filled sores, then sold to the most wretched brothel in Zenit to become a whore, ridden every day by countless stinking men. Hehe, do you think she would still be as pure as she is now?”

Sun Fei’s gaze also turned cold. “Bitch, come and try it.”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone felt the temperature on the Royal Altar drop suddenly, turning chilly.

The scene was suffocating, like a thin strand of hair holding up a thousand-pound boulder, at risk of collapsing into chaos at any moment. Everyone gripped their weapons tightly, their palms sweating, hearing their own hearts pounding. Yet, no one knew if, in the next moment, their hearts would still be beating so strongly.

“Hehe, giggle, I was just joking with you. You’re such an easily teased little fellow.”

The beautiful woman Paris, dressed in white and holding a broken flower, was like a madwoman, suddenly and unpredictably laughing again, as if Sun Fei’s icy “bitch” was aimed at someone else entirely unrelated to her. Her gaze returned to the Princess Royal.

“Sister Tanasha, aren’t you the least bit curious why the divine artifact Heavenly Eye couldn’t detect their presence?” Paris was like a mischievous child proudly showing off her new prank. “Five assassins in total avoided the search of the Heavenly Eye and easily infiltrated your side. If it weren’t for One Sword’s sudden intervention, Sister Tanasha, you would really be dead by now.”

Princess Royal Tanasha ignored her contemptuously.

Yet Paris wasn’t angry at all. She smiled and explained to herself, “I bet Sister Tanasha must recognize this item.”

A sky-blue orb suddenly appeared, spinning rapidly on the tip of Paris’s index finger. The orb was covered in various strangely patterned hollows, completely transparent inside. A blue mist slowly drifted out, like burning incense, eventually dissipating completely into the air. It looked like a child’s toy, but the moment this blue orb appeared, everyone suddenly felt as if something had been injected into their bodies, making them feel deeply uncomfortable.

“Heavenly Veil!” the cold, purple-clad girl Purple Flame exclaimed in surprise.

“Giggle, Sister Tanasha, you didn’t expect this, did you? Emperor Yassin bestowed the divine artifact Heavenly Veil upon His Highness Domingos. It seems even the Emperor doesn’t want you to live anymore. So pitiful…” Paris stretched out her soft, crimson tongue to lick her red lips.

The Princess Royal sighed softly. “Hilton Paris, a small divine artifact like the Heavenly Veil doesn’t prove anything. If you want to use it to disturb my thoughts, then I can only say that after all these years of rivalry, your progress has disappointed me greatly. Because you simply have no idea what Father is thinking… Forget it, stop testing me with these boring words. I suppose Domingos has gone to great lengths to prepare for today’s assassination, with quite a few trump cards up his sleeve. Quickly reveal them one by one, and let’s see if you can help him remove this thorn in his side.”

“Trump cards? Giggle, trump cards are naturally revealed at the last moment… Hehe, Sister Tanasha, you should deal with the cards I’ve laid out on the table first…” Paris was still smiling like a flower, but after uttering the last word, her expression turned cold, and the smile finally vanished from her stunningly beautiful, seductive face. The wind rustled her white dress as she lightly parted her red lips and uttered a word that shook everyone to the core, sending chills down their spines—

“Kill!”

Before the word fully faded, another change occurred—

The five assassins, who had been standing still, moved in an instant. Their swords cut through the air with a resonant hum, creating a sound like the roar of tigers and dragons. The sword-wielding assassin thrust his sword forward, unleashing a surge of overwhelming power, aiming straight at the Princess Royal four meters away.

At the same time, the white-clad assassin with sharp claws vanished from his spot. In the next moment, he reappeared behind the Princess Royal, his scaled claws spread wide, viciously stabbing toward her back.

The two identically dressed assassins holding curved blades suddenly launched their attack as well. However, their target was not the Princess Royal but Sun Fei, who stood beside her. Their two peculiar yellow curved blades whipped up a fierce gale, tightly enveloping Sun Fei.

The tall assassin with the Horse-Cutting Blade flashed with an orange-yellow glow and quickly burrowed into the rock beneath his feet. Just as people were stunned, the Royal Altar rumbled and began to collapse. The over two hundred cavalrymen standing on it fell into disarray…

These five assassins coordinated seamlessly, instantly executing the most perfect division of roles.

Meanwhile, Paris Hilton, in her white dress and holding the broken flower, streaked through the air like a silver line. Her target was—

Angela.