Hail the King

"General Peith, I’m coming to help you!" Xanchua laughed and leaped forward, joining the battle.

His knife cut at [One Sword] mercilessly!

With the help from Prince Xanchua, Peith who was in a very dangerous situation finally got the support he needed.

This was now a two-on-one battle. Prince Xanchua and General Peith were able to coordinate well, and their sword technique and knife technique complimented each other. They were able to defend and attack accordingly.

Gradually, Xanchua showcased a side of him that was even crazier than Peith.

As he shouted and battled, he looked like a mad lion. The situation that was one-sided and [One Sword] favored gradually got turned, and it was back to 50-50.

As time pa.s.sed, Fei could tell that [One Sword] was slowly going into a disadvantage.

Although [One Sword] temporarily reached Sun-Cla.s.s by used the demonic energy that golden skeleton left in his body, as well as burning his own soul, he wasn’t a real Sun-Cla.s.s Lord after all, and he wasn’t proficient at using this level of power. Therefore, Peith and Xanchua who were only at peak Moon-Cla.s.s were able to turn the situation around slowly. Otherwise...

If this trend continued, [One Sword] was going to lose for sure. After all, he had limited time.

When Fei was considering if he should join the battle and help out, the battle on the Xuan’ge changed again.

Peith suddenly chopped down horizontally with his sword, and his combat weapon shined brightly.

At the moment, [One Sword]’s sword already pressed Xanchua into a desperate situation, and Peith wanted to use this merciless strike to force [One Sword] to turn around to defend.

On the other side, Xanchua already ignored [One Sword]’s attack as he antic.i.p.ated his opponent to back off for now. He was already planning the counterattack since he and Peith coordinated so well.

However, something unexpected occurred at this moment.

"Hahahaha!" [One Sword] suddenly laughed like a madman, and he tilted his head so that Peith’s terrifying strike wouldn’t cut into his head; that was all he did.

Instead of dodging Peith’s strike, [One Sword] doubled down and thrust his sword forward even faster, instantly piercing into the left chest of Xanchua who wasn’t expecting this.

[One Sword]’s rusty sword was deep into Xanchua’s body, and the front of the sword already pierced through Xanchua’s back. This prince’s heart was punctured without a doubt.

"You..." The smile on Xanchua’s face froze, and he couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing as he looked down at the rusty sword in his chest. Now, his blood was dripping down the blade of this rusty sword.

Puff!

Blood splashed.

Peith landed his sword on [One Sword], and it chopped off [One Sword]’s left arm. The injury was so deep that [One Sword] almost got cut in half.

However, none of that was useful.

This brave and ferocious general of Ormond could only watch as the prince of his empire got pierced through his heart. There was no way that this prince could live on.

Peith felt like his head went blank, and the world in his eyes collapsed and shattered.

"This dirty native is so fearless. He is determined to kill His Highness even if he gets killed..." he thought.

"NO..." Peith let out a roar.

However, his roar paused in the next second.

He looked down and was stunned again.

The same rusty sword that pierced through Xanchua’s heart penetrated his stomach.

He wasn’t sure when, but [One Sword] already pulled out his sword from Xanchua’s body, and he instantly turned it around and pieced it into his own stomach.

Like meat on a skewer, the rusty first pierced through [One Sword] and then Peith. Right now, the tip of the sword was showing on Peith’s back, and the blood was dripping down non-stop.

It was a desperation strike! [One Sword] was determined to kill these two people didn’t matter if he died or not.

"d.a.m.n native! Die!!!!!!!"

Peith was both angry and scared. He struck [One Sword]’s back with his palm, and the huge force sent [One Sword] flying forward.

Bam! [One Sword] smashed onto the mainsail that was at least four meters wide in diameter, and more blood splashed. It was clear that he was going to die soon.

Even though Peith was severely injured, he still appeared brave and tough. He rushed over to Xanchua and put the latter in his arms. He took out bottles of healing potion and shouted in panic, "Your Highness, how are you feeling? Your Highness, you must stay still! There must be a way to save you!"

Xanchua opened his mouth, and a mouth of b.l.o.o.d.y foam flowed out. With a bitter smile on his face, he stuttered and said, "Hehe... So... So... this is the real battle. Cough... It... it is... crueler than practice. I... I was... too careless... However, hahahah, eh... As a prince of... of the empire, I’m willing to... die for Ormond on... on the battlefield. General Peith, you are a real general of the empire... You need to leave... Leave! You need to tell... tell His Majesty not to underestimate... underestimate these natives. They are.... They are also brave warriors!"

As he said that, Xanchua used his last bit of force to grab a jade pendant by his waist, and a teleportation array appeared on the deck.

Before Peith could say anything, Xanchua struck him with his palm, sending Peith flying into the portal. action

After a dash of light flashed, the teleportation array disappeared from the deck.

Bam!

Xanchua fell onto the deck.

This young yet calculative prince of the Ormond Empire was supposed to shine and showcase his strength and strategies in the Chaos Era. However, due to his momentary carelessness and arrogance, he underestimated the strength of a low-level empire, and he died in the sky above Chambord. It was a pitiful story.

However, the Chaos Era was cruel.

It didn’t matter how talented or how prestigious a person was; he or she was equivalent to everyone else under danger. Once they got killed during battles and wars, their corpses would fall and be corroded away by time, turning into nutrients to the soils.

"Hahahaha! I practiced sword for 29 years, but the mistake I made is too big. I want to kill more enemies, but I no longer have the ability. I regret this! I regret this!!"

Lying beside the mainsail, [One Sword] who was severely injured finally cried, and tears rolled down his face.

He made a big mistake and led invaders of Ormond into the territory of Zenit. He couldn’t redeem himself anymore.

Even though almost half of his body got chopped off, no blood flowed out of the enormous wound. All his energy, essence, and blood were burned.

As he tried his best to stand up and walk to the edge of the Xuan’ge with his rusty sword as a walking cane, he looked down at the land.

As a loving and intoxicated expression appeared on his face, more tear slid down his thin face and fall to the deck.

He suddenly turned around, looked at Fei, and laughed, "Hahaha, King of Chambord, I will watch you protect Zenit and establish supreme dominance while the stars embrace me... Also, be careful of that golden skeleton!"

After he said that, he leaped into the air.

Like a giant flying bird, he dashed into the nightly sky.

In the next second, before he could fall, his body turned into many light red particles like a sand sculpture.

As the nightly wind blew by, [One Sword] turned into millions of pieces and covered this land of Zenit.

A genius swordsman of the empire had fallen!