Chapter 128: Blood and Swords

Hearing Sun Fei firmly refuse, Snow Peak Recluse only slightly darkened his brows and said no more. It was clear that by nature, he was a man of few words. Such people were persistent, tenacious, and once they set their mind on something, not even nine dragons could pull them back.

But silence did not mean surrender.

Battle Qi surged wildly. The sword in Snow Peak Recluse Dani’s hand hummed with an even longer, clearer, and more soul-stirring ring. Guards with slightly lower strength felt dizzy and vomited. This abnormality forced everyone present to tightly cover their ears. The pale sword blade buzzed, vibrating at an indescribable, terrifying frequency, almost turning into a dazzling silver halo under the golden morning sun.

Snow Peak Recluse, white robe, long sword.

Among the young royal experts from the two hundred and fifty vassal states under the Zenit Empire, Dani was absolutely first-class. With Five-Star Level strength, even though Sun Fei had manifested a full set of Barbarian equipment and his power had surged again, he did not dare be the slightest bit careless.

Adjusting his breath, Sun Fei gripped the Purple and Green Twin Swords tightly.

The atmosphere was oppressive, a brief silence before an all-out strike.

The two most intact and strongest fighters on the Eastern Peak Summit began their life-and-death duel.

Suddenly—

Whoosh!

Swords were drawn.

There was no furious roar, no raging Battle Qi, no crumbling mountains, no earth-shaking tremors. Not even the dust on the ground had time to rise. The speed of the two figures had completely exceeded the visual limit that the human retina could capture. In less than the blink of an eye, people suddenly realized that Sun Fei and Snow Peak Recluse had quietly swapped positions.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang—!

Only then did the crisp sound of metal swords clashing reach everyone’s ears.

A whirlwind swept up the dust from the ground, obscuring everyone’s view.

As the dust settled—

Whoosh!

A spray of blood shot from Sun Fei’s shoulder, staining the mysterious armor he wore.

The shocked cries of the Shampoo City people and the cheers from those behind Paris rang out simultaneously on the Eastern Peak Summit. But soon, pfft pfft pfft pfft, a series of blood mists burst from Snow Peak Recluse Dani’s body. His figure began to sway unsteadily.

Turning around with difficulty, Snow Peak Recluse looked at the dense, fine wounds that had suddenly appeared all over his body. A bleak, bitter smile appeared on his pale face. “You win. However, Your Majesty Alexander, I still beg you to spare Miss Paris!”

Using his sword to prop himself up, blood gushed wildly from the countless tiny wounds covering his body. It quickly soaked the large stones and soil beneath his feet. Only then did the onlookers realize that Sun Fei’s Purple and Green Twin Swords, in that instant when their figures crossed, had left innumerable fine, dense cuts on Snow Peak Recluse’s chest, arms, thighs, and abdomen.

Everyone was horrified: Gods, in that blink of an eye invisible to the naked eye, how many strikes had this Little King delivered to inflict such shocking injuries on a master like Snow Peak Recluse?

In that moment, some began to feel sympathy for this Prince of Nadako Kingdom. Rumor had it he fell in love with Paris but couldn’t have her, so he abandoned his power and status, secluding himself year-round on a snow peak within his country to train arduously. This time, he must have descended the mountain to act as an assassin for Paris’s sake. Sadly, the hero was at his end. Not only could he not save the woman he loved, but even his own life was hard to preserve.

Heroes appreciate heroes. Perhaps this Little King should grant Snow Peak Recluse his final request?

But—

“I already said, your sword can only save yourself. Her fate is for her to decide.” Sun Fei shook his head, cruelly refusing. “You survived my sword strike. I permit you to leave alive!”

Snow Peak Recluse was slightly stunned.

He gave a bitter laugh, leaving a trail of bloody footprints on the ground as he slowly walked past Sun Fei and returned to stand behind the Cold-Blooded Enchantress Paris. He said nothing more, but his hand still tightly gripped the bloodstained long sword.

Throughout this process, Paris showed no reaction.

Her gaze had been rolling restlessly over the distant, freely surging sea of clouds. She didn’t even glance at Snow Peak Recluse, as if this man, now drenched in blood, had nothing to do with her.

“My turn now?” Paris turned to look at Sun Fei, her expression calm. “How many of your sword strikes must I endure?”

Sun Fei shook his head, a rather strange smile on his lips. “You are not my match, so no need for sword strikes. Although some are determined to kill you, if you can do one thing for me, I will let you leave the Eastern Peak Summit unharmed immediately!”

“Oh? What can I do for you?”

Sun Fei turned and walked towards the ruins of the Royal Altar in the distance. Paris and those around her watched with puzzled eyes. They saw Sun Fei swing his sword, sending several large stones flying, and retrieve something from underneath. It was delicate and exquisite, covered in speckles of blood, emitting a golden glow under the sunlight, flowing with a unique aura of nobility and beauty.

It was the King’s Crown.

The King’s Crown that should have been placed on Sun Fei’s head by the Princess Royal, representing the Zenit Empire’s Emperor Yassin. It symbolized the king’s glory and power, the identity of nobility, and the recognition of the gods. A series of sudden incidents had interrupted Sun Fei’s coronation ceremony. The guard who held the silver tray presenting the King’s Crown had died in the melee. The King’s Crown, stained with blood, was buried under the rubble.

Sun Fei gently patted the dust off the golden King’s Crown. Then he turned back, walked to Angela’s side, and put on the brand-new sky-blue king’s robe his fiancée had prepared for him. Holding the Purple and Green Twin Swords in one hand and raising the King’s Crown in the other, he looked at Paris and said, “Place the King’s Crown upon me, and I will let you leave the Eastern Peak Summit.”

These words instantly changed everyone’s expressions.

“Madness! Alexander, have you gone mad?” The swordswoman Susan accused sharply. “You actually want a conspirator who attempted to assassinate the Princess and Prince Arshavin, a lowly, vile assassin, a shameless woman with no noble honor, to crown you with the King’s Crown? Do you know what you are doing?”

“Truly insane! You cannot do this!” The surviving princes and envoys from various countries around the Princess Royal also voiced their accusations.

“Alexander, I think you should understand what such an act signifies?” Zenit War God Arshavin narrowed his eyes slightly, his thin body exuding a murderous aura from the iron-blooded battlefield.

“Of course I know what I’m doing.” Sun Fei paid no heed to the threat in Arshavin’s tone. He coldly chuckled, “I merely want my enemy to bow her head and willingly place the King’s Crown upon me.”

Making an enemy crown him?

The Eastern Peak Summit fell into sudden silence.

These seemingly plain words carried an overwhelming, rising domineering spirit. Since ancient times on the Azeroth Continent, no king had ever received the King’s Crown from an enemy’s hand, and no king had ever been able to accomplish this.

The Princess Royal’s sky-blue eyes brightened slightly, but she showed no trace of anger.

Sun Fei step by step walked up to Paris. He held out the golden King’s Crown, still stained with blood. “Bow in submission, crown me with the King’s Crown, and I will spare your life, allowing you to leave!”

“And if I refuse?” Paris suddenly smiled again, reaching up to gently smooth her wind-tousled hair.

“If you refuse, I fear the Eastern Peak Summit of Shampoo City will gain another fragrant soul!” Sun Fei’s smile looked warm and brilliant under the golden morning sun, but the killing intent in his words made Paris’s heart tremble slightly.

“You will regret this!” The swordswoman Susan near the Princess Royal had an unpleasant expression.

Sun Fei ignored her. Holding the bloodstained King’s Crown, he offered it to the Cold-Blooded Enchantress Paris, smiling. “My patience is not very good.”

A wind blew, disturbing the air.

The Cold-Blooded Enchantress Paris finally extended her slender, fair hand. Under everyone’s gaze, she gently took the golden King’s Crown. A beauty like jade, a dazzling golden crown, mottled with blood, under the brilliant morning sun and biting cold wind… This would be a scene forever etched into the souls of everyone on the Eastern Peak Summit. Paris lowered her proud, stubborn head, raised the glittering golden King’s Crown high, and solemnly placed it upon the victor’s head.

No flowers or fireworks. No cheers or screams.

There was only the ruined Royal Altar, the dust scattered by the wind, the scattered limbs and broken bodies on the ground, the bloody soil, and the black carrion birds symbolizing evil swirling in the sky.

This was an unprecedented king’s coronation and enthronement ceremony.

Witnessing this, the surviving members of the Zenit Royal Coronation Mission lost the light from their faces. They were both angry and helpless. Without a doubt, this Little King of Shampoo City was clearly dissatisfied with the Coronation Mission. By doing this, he not only forged his own unique glory but also dealt a resounding slap to the Zenit Empire.

“God bless our King!”

All the people of Shampoo City piously kneeled on the ground, witnessing the birth of another monarch for Shampoo City.

Sun Fei held no Scepter. On his head was the bloodstained golden crown. Beneath his feet lay broken ruins. In his hands were two bloodied swords.

Blood and Swords!

This was the main theme of the coronation ceremony for the new generation King of Shampoo City.

Paris stood before Sun Fei with a complex expression. After staring blankly for a moment, her figure flickered. She supported the blood-soaked Snow Peak Recluse Dani in the distance and flashed away along a strange path, disappearing from the Eastern Peak Summit. Sun Fei did not pursue. He knew this woman had memorized the safe paths free of Magic Traps by observing the Big Black Dog’s movements earlier, hence her easy escape.

However, what Paris didn’t know was that Sun Fei could easily change the locations of the Magic Traps in Assassin Mode. He just chose not to.

Seeing Paris and Snow Peak Recluse abandon them and gracefully depart, the remaining envoys and princes from Shenhua Kingdom, Chanba Kingdom, and other countries were instantly so terrified they couldn’t even speak. Two yellow scimitar warriors flickered, trying to escape along the path Paris took, but Sun Fei shook his twin swords, blocking them in place.

“Did I, your King, permit you to leave?”