HAIL THE KING !
Chapter 121: The Scary White-haired Master

A beautiful and terrible storm of death.

Although Paris was strong, she was pushed back by the force from the collision like a leaf falling in the autumn wind. He had to admit that he was still underestimating the true strength of this little king, even though he was very careful.

When he flew back like a leaf, his mind quickly calculated and planned his next move. His students suddenly contracted. He saw two flashes of light that emitted a murderous aura. Under the cover of this beautiful storm, a purple and green light shot at him; one aimed at his heart and one aimed at his throat.

Not likely.

The little king was brutally holding himself back against the immense force of this deadly collision. Moreover, he moved so quickly after that. Even though his body was covered in wounds, his determination was not affected at all; his goal was still to kill him. His body was perfectly aligned with the ground as he dashed towards him. His body twisted in the air and a purple and green double sword flickered in a deadly storm.

Paris felt a great danger.

The killing intent in Fei's eyes almost materialized. It created many red marks on the white skin of Paris, as if a knife had dragged its body. The deadly, deadly sensation instantly tore apart Paris' mental defenses, and stopped all of his thoughts.

After seeing the layer of green energy wall he had set up fail to block the double sword, his expression finally changed drastically. An expression of unprecedented fear surfaced on her beautiful face as she turned her head and shouted a name –

"Murphy !!!"

Boom!

Before he could finish shouting, a figure appeared in front of him and threw a punch slowly.

This punch gave people a very strange feeling.

It seems like it's very slow. Everyone could see the angle and trajectory of the punch clearly. They could even see the symbols and inscriptions on the black ring he was wearing on his finger clearly. However, his punch was also fast. In an instant, the fist was connected to the sword.

The punch was completely overturned and messed with time and space.

Tink!

The punch accurately hit both the purple and green lights at the same time.

An unstoppable force burst onto Fei's sword which began to bend and stretch in Fei's hand. The thrust was immediately diverted from the sword into Fei's hands, arms, and shoulders.

Cracks, cracks -!

A cold broken bone sounded. Blood spurted out from the pores on his arm, as if it was a layer of blood mist around him. His clothes were immediately stained with blood. Like a puppet thrown away by someone, Fei flew back over twenty yards before he could stop. A stream of blood dripped down from the edge of Fei's mouth.

An expert!

Fei's surprised.

The one who suddenly appeared was the most powerful person he had ever seen in the real World and Diablo. The strange force that entered Fei's arms and body had shattered and tore Fei's bones and muscles apart, as if there were many mini-explosions in his body. The unbearable pain almost made Fei howl loudly.

He immediately took out a bottle of 【Normal】 Healing Banquet and downed it.

The wounds on his body quickly recovered.

However, Fei was not relieved at all.

The power entering his body did not disappear. It still continued the destruction of the bones and muscles that healed the healing potion. The potion could only repair and heal the injured body part, it could not eliminate the dangerous power within him.

She took another potion, it was a bottle of 【Renemperature Banquet Full】.

This herb could recover 100% of health and mana in Diablo World, and it also helped eliminate some negative effects, the power that was within him was getting weaker immediately . Immediately, the potion's effect and deadly force cancel each other out.

Fei did not attack anymore.

He quickly switched to Assassin Mode, and disappeared in this dusty and foggy environment. At this point, the peak of the Eastern Mountain was foggy. Dust and bloody fog obscured the vision of the people. This is the best environment for hitmen to show the world what they can do.

A tall man with white hair and a tall beard stood in front of Paris.

This is the man, Murphy, who destroyed Fei. He is one of the Trump Cards that Paris has and is supposed to attack and kill the eldest daughter at the most critical moment. However, when Paris' life is under great danger, she has no choice but to pull him out to defend her. This secret trump card was revealed.

After blowing Fei up, Murphy's parents did not chase and tried to kill Fei with profits.

He put his hands behind his back. Two rays of golden light shot out from his eyes and pierced through layers of dust and blood mist like floodlights. It seemed like he was scanning around and trying to find something.

Paris who was standing behind him saw something else. He saw two deep, bloody wounds on the old hand. The wound was about one to two inches, and the white bones were visible. Blood slid from his fingers and dripped onto the ground.

This discovery scared Paris once again.

Murphy's already a six-star soldier. He had metal attributed to energy, and it made his body almost indestructible. His fists were like the heaviest weapons ever, but they had no advantage over Fei's double sword. If Murphy wasn't here, then his throat and heart would definitely be pierced by the attack.

"Murphy, kill him as fast as you can!"

Paris spat out those words from between the pearly white teeth. He never worried like this. Although he had more trump cards and more plans, but the ability this little king showed him made him a little uncomfortable. The woman's sixth sense, her intuition told her that she might ignore something, but she couldn't catch it.

Master warrior Murphy glanced at the top of East Mountain, and could not find where the little king was hiding. He could not sense where Fei would be at all: "I can't find him!"

"What?"

Paris could not hide the surprise on her beautiful face. This little king could hide from the sight of a six-star warrior. It felt like an impossible miracle told in the stories and legends circulated by traveling poets. This woman quickly thought of a solution: "Start torturing and killing the guards and soldiers from Chambord, we will only force her to come out on her own!"

Paris is a master of understanding and plays with people's weaknesses.

But –

“Paris, if I'm not mistaken, it looks like everyone from Chambord. ”

Murphy glanced around East Mountain Peak again, and gave Paris an answer that left him deeply frustrated. This beautiful woman had not experienced this difficult situation for a long time. He felt helpless in this situation, the same feeling he had when his foster father locked him in a dark basement sixteen years ago.

"Damn! Forget him .... I will keep the star soldiers on their side busy. Just kill the eldest daughter first! ”

After he said that, Paris ran into another battleground, and helped the assassin who was slowly falling to a disadvantage as he fought with the purple-clothed girl. Murphy on the other hand ran towards the eldest daughter.

The explosion! The explosion!

With each step he took, the energy surrounding him grew stronger. Immediately, the mountain began to tremble, as its energy was too strong.

The cavalry knights surrounding the eldest daughter quickly sensed this danger. With less than a hundred people remaining, they divided themselves into two groups. One group keeps the eldest daughter tight and the other group attacks the white-haired Murphy with courage; they want to use their bodies, and they, their lives to stop the progress of this fearsome six-star warrior – though they may just stop the man for a second for every life sacrificed.

However –

The explosion! The explosion!

Murphy is still getting closer to the eldest daughter. He simply threw a punch at the Zenit soldiers who were accusing him, and the people who were trying to block Murphy's path were crushed before they could even scream in pain. The powerful metal attributed to the energy instantly shattered all the cavalier bones into pieces, and vaporized all of their blood. They were like snowflakes during a summer day, disappearing in seconds.

This was a truly powerful high-ranking star warrior.

Ordinary soldiers could not even approach him within 10 yards (m), let alone stop him.

Although this was the reality, the cavalry troops attacked one after another.

The honor of the soldiers suppressed the fear within them.

Unfortunately, courage and courage cannot change anything when faced with absolute strength and power.

In the blink of an eye, over fifty daring troops had disappeared. Their weapons and armor were smashed into dust along with their bodies, bones, and blood. They are forever lost from this world.

Murphy was still approaching the eldest daughter step by step.

He was within critical distance of the eldest daughter. He's in grave danger. When Murphy threw out the twenty-first blow, the formation of the haughts protecting the eldest princess was already shattered.

The deaths of their peers and friends do not bother them at all, but Murphy's boxing is a different story.

Without orders or shouts, the rest of the cavalry split themselves into two more pieces. About twenty-five haughty men continued to guard the eldest princess, and 25 others attacked Murphy, like moths flying into a flame. The road was wet with the blood of their comrades.

The explosion! Booms! Booms! The explosion!

It was the same blow, and it was the same silent death.

The daring cavalry sacrifice seemed too cheap; it was completely ineffective.

The white-haired elder was less than thirty yards (m) away from the eldest daughter.

Among all the twenty-five cavalry charged at Murphy, there is only one surviving. An impatient expression appeared on Murphy's face. He punched again and the man instantly disappeared from the world.

Nothing could stop this white-haired killer.

Murphy's eyes locked on the eldest daughter. He believes that he can transform the Goddess of Intelligence St. Petersburg, which many feared, became a bloody mush.

But, at this time –

That's boxing.

It silently traveled through the blood mist of the last charging cavalry. As if passing through the boundaries of space and time, the fist instantly landed on Murphy's chest.

Engah – !

Blood spurted, and it stained Murphy's white beard

He flew back uncontrollably like a bullet.