Chapter 124: Just Like Slaughtering a Chicken
Chapter 124: Just Like Slaughtering a Chicken
“It seems we all underestimated you; you’ve hidden quite a bit of strength.”
The bewitching woman, Paris, smiled in a coquettish way. Her white robes fluttered fiercely in the dawn wind atop the mountain peak, lifting her skirt edges and giving her an ethereal grace. The curve of her radiant white calf peeked out below the skirt, dazzling like mutton-fat jade. Smiling like a flower, she said, “Alexander, my offer still stands. If you’re willing to serve His Highness Domingos, I’ll pretend none of the past moments happened. You can still have anything you want… even me if that’s what you ask for!”
As she spoke, a faint, captivating blush spread perfectly across her flawless pale face. Who had ever seen this iron-and-blood enchantress, who commanded one of the Imperial Capital’s two greatest powers, show such a shy expression? Under the golden dawn light at the Eastern Peak Summit, countless men unconsciously started to bleed from their noses. Even Arshavin, the Zenit War God, averted his gaze, unable to look upon such peerless beauty.
But—
“Bah! Auntie, you’re already so old, yet you’re still here dressing like a slut. Being ugly isn’t your fault, but coming out to strut and frighten people definitely is! You think I’ve never seen a woman before?” Sun Fei rolled his eyes contemptuously.
It must be admitted, Sun Fei’s mouth was downright vicious.
These curses instantly changed Paris’s expression. Others nearby nearly burst out laughing.
Although Paris was no longer a tender young Lori, every inch of her radiated the mature charm of a stunning beauty. She was practically the epitome of female allure. In the Imperial Capital Saint Petersburg, countless nobles dreamed of becoming her guest behind the curtains yet couldn’t achieve it. Rumors even claimed Emperor Yassin himself admired this peerless beauty. Yet here she was, being called “Auntie” and “slut” repeatedly by Sun Fei. This shattered the composure of the usually elegant and calm Paris; her entire body trembled, and her lovely face turned deathly pale.
“Reckless fool! Die!” The white-robed claw assassin behind the bewitching Paris snorted coldly.
Suddenly, he disappeared from his spot, melding into the air without leaving behind even a ripple or afterimage. Clearly, this terrifying assassin had slipped into the void, preparing a lethal strike.
But Sun Fei remained standing there, Purple and Green Twin Swords held carelessly upside-down. He stood nonchalantly, grinning, as if seeing nothing unusual.
“Look out! That’s the Void-Concealing Art of Sharp Gold Element Battle Qi!” The purple-robed girl, Purple Flame, who had been sitting cross-legged encased in purple flames, healing her wounds, had somehow opened her eyes at some point.
Her beautiful, flawless face, pure as jade bamboo shoots, was etched with deep worry. Seeing Sun Fei acting so carelessly, she couldn’t help but shout her warning.
Sun Fei shot a playful, grateful look towards the pretty girl. But just then—
A startling change—
Unbelievably, transparent ripples, nearly invisible to the naked eye, rippled through the frigid air like eerie flowers blooming on still water! A claw of swirling vapor shot right through those blossoms. Like a ghostly hand appearing in the dead of night, it moved faster than any human could react, piercing like lightning right into Sun Fei’s chest!
Blood. Drop… by… drop.
Rolling slowly down the white steely claw covered in fish-scale-like barbs and hooked spikes.
Gradually, the entire form of the white assassin emerged inch by inch before Sun Fei. A triumphant, savage grin twisted his lips, filled with cruelty. He even deliberately twisted the claw embedded in Sun Fei’s chest, savoring the expectation of seeing despair and pleas in his victim’s eyes.
Gasps and cries ripped uncontrollably through the surrounding crowd.
For most on the Princess Royal’s side, the fresh flicker of hope was snuffed out instantly. Some cursed this foolish Little King in their hearts. So arrogant… so reckless! Meanwhile, those sporting red sashes—representatives from the Shenhua Kingdom and the Chanba Kingdom—brightened openly. Their eyes fixed on Sun Fei held mockery, contempt, and pity. Like spectators watching a pitiful clown who’d tried to steal the spotlight only to make a terrible joke of himself.
“So… can you be as cocky now?” the Claw Assassin’s whisper was velvet menace.
He flexed his wrist inside Sun Fei’s body, making sure the Little King felt the full, tearing agony as life bled away. The sheer toughness of his victim’s flesh was unsettling, nearly locking the assassin’s claw inside like steel. But it didn’t matter. His strike had obliterated the primary Qi Channels inside the Little King, trapping his Battle Qi utterly powerless.
And then—
“Moron! Of course I can be even more cocky!”
Sun Fei grinned as he spoke. The assassin’s heart froze solid. He instantly knew something was terribly wrong! He surged his Battle Qi, aiming to violently detonate the trapped King—but then, a violet flash tore through the air!
Then came the cold.
His right arm, severed clean at the shoulder, stayed lodged inside Sun Fei’s body.
Blood gushed like a crimson geyser from the gaping wound.
Pure terror engulfed the assassin. Fighting through soul-tearing agony, his body flickered. Half-transparent—he was trying to evaporate back into the void! Escape!
Sun Fei gave him no chance.
Sun Fei’s hand shot out like lightning, clamping onto the assassin’s skull.
“Hahaha! Run now? Too late!”
Sun Fei roared with laughter.
The Claw Killer felt monstrous force seize him. It ripped him brutally from his void shroud as if he were merely a stubborn root vegetable. It was the weight of a mountain dropping from the sky!
“No… !” His scream tore the mountain air.
He channeled every ounce of his Four-Star Peak might—his full Sharp Metal Combat Aura—desperately trying to shatter that iron grip and flee. But those hands locked onto his skull were crushing stone. His struggles were useless! Against his will, his knees buckled violently under the impossible pressure, shattering rock.
BOOM!
He crashed down onto his knees before Sun Fei. The crunch of his knee caps grinding to dust echoed sickeningly across the peak. To the spectators, it seemed the supposedly dying Little King had simply pressed a hand downward, forcing the once-proud predator into groveling submission, his bones powdering like chalk.
Sun Fei casually licked the bloody trail at the corner of his grinning lips. That single act made the crowd’s souls shrink back. He embodied a bloodthirsty fiend straight out of Hell.
“Now it’s my turn to ask you, idiot… still feeling cocky?” Sun Fei’s voice was glacial fury.
The blade of the viciously cold green sword rested on the kneeling assassin’s exposed throat. Sun Fei’s smile held pure, nightmarish venom.
In that instant, all courage dissolved.
The assassin shook uncontrollably. As a killer, his clawed hands had ended countless lives. He had arrogantly styled himself the God of Death’s envoy. But now, Death stood grinning above him. He felt the terror he had so often inflicted. He became a scared little girl: “No… please! Spare me… I beg… spare…!” The Claw Killer choked on his pleas.
The cold green edge kissed his skin.
He could feel that icy chill slicing deeper—through skin, muscle, blood vessel, bone. He wanted to fight, to scream for mercy, to wail… but the heartless demon above offered no chance. The slow, precise agony was excruciating—felt every millimeter as the blade traced its path across his neck. And then…
He saw it. Crimson fountained upward—a gruesome, beautiful fountain.
He saw a headless form in white crumpling to the blood-soaked ground like a broken sack.
Himself.
Utter silence descended upon everyone else. Frozen stares locked onto one impossible act.
Though many deaths had stained this day, nothing compared to this. To see the supposedly doomed Little King, slowly and deliberately saw through the neck of a prestigious Four-Star Peak assassin. To watch the bright blood soaking into the dawn sky and golden sun… the image seared into every nerve.
They understood, bone-deep, the sheer, volcanic rage fueling this King.
An immeasurable fury.
Even the eternally composed Princess Royal and the calculating Paris finally betrayed shock. The question whispered through their minds: Did we wake something monstrous? Something infernal?
Even the endless shroud of scavenger birds circling above like a dark cloud recoiled. The palpable cloud of murderous intent surging from the peak startled them high into frantic screams and chaotic swirls, denying them the corpses below.
Aside from the incessant screeches of the circling carrion birds, the Eastern Peak Summit was eerily silent. The only sounds audible were ragged breaths pulled through clenched teeth.
“Oh. Another one down. Yeah, that makes me feel much better.” Sun Fei chirped cheerfully.
He casually wiped the splattered gore off his swords using his boot sole. A flash of white teeth marked his grin. He stroked his chin thoughtfully, causing the severed Claw Killer arm still embedded in his chest to visibly wobble. Maybe tugged by sudden pain, Sun Fei grimaced slightly. His next act sent violent tremors through every witness atop that mountain peak, freezing blood and widening eyes in abject horror.
With a sickening squelch and tearing of wet meat, Sun Fei firmly grasped the protruding stump of the claw-arm lodged inside his own body. He pulled.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
The grotesque limb slid out, dripping with blood, shredded meat fibers, and gleaming bone fragments. Such agony would have killed another man outright, yet Sun Fei’s face remained impassive – no flicker of pain. He tossed the glistening trophy carelessly aside. It landed with a wet thud.
This single shocking act slammed through the haze of fear. It ignited sheer madness.
“AAAAAAIIIEEEEE! D-Demon! He’s a DEMON!!!” The terrified scream tore from the ranks behind Paris.
One of the guards from the gathered kingdoms finally snapped. Mindless terror turned him. He scrambled away from the hellish scene near Paris, aiming for escape. He sprinted wildly. Five meters. Six.
CRACK-CRACK-CRACK! SPEW! ZAP!
Dazzling electric-white whips erupted from the ground with a deafening crackle! Tendrils of raw lightning coiled instantly around the fleeing guard. Within a second, before he could even scream, his body erupted into an incandescent ball, collapsing instantly into a twisted, smoking mass of charred black ruin.
“By heavens! Those are… Magic Traps! Lightning Element traps!” Someone gasped, stunned comprehension flooding them.
Sun Fei threw his head back and roared with laughter, unashamed pride ablaze. “WA-HA-HA-HAAA! YOU BET IT IS! You all thought I was just playing dead over here? Hah! Every centimeter of this mountaintop is rigged! Step wrong, and BOOM—you join that crispy moron!” He swept his gaze over the paralyzed crowd, his smile sharp as the bloodstained, frost-tinged sword held easily in his hand. “Who’s got the guts to try going home?”