"Nonsense!" Susan snapped angrily. "Die!"
The scimitar sliced through the air, aimed directly at Devitt.
"Good!" Devitt narrowed his eyes, his face twisting into a ferocious smile. "Feisty! That's how I like them. A woman like that is much more interesting in bed."
He raised his fist and struck the incoming scimitar. His fist, made of mere flesh and blood, actually sent the scimitar flying.
Susan's expression changed dramatically. She lost her balance, watching helplessly as he reached out to grab her.
A man dashed out from the crowd, wielding a trident. He flicked it lightly, unleashing a Rapid thrust, quick as lightning.
The sound of it slicing through the air was sharp, enough to make one's scalp tingle.
As the main shop of the Dragon King Chamber of Commerce at the Vanilla Marketplace, a Peak Knight was always stationed here.
"Hmm?" Devitt's eyes flickered. He pushed Susan away, and with a shake of his shoulder, the scimitar on his back shot out. "Interesting. Let's play a bit!"
His scimitar swept horizontally, intercepting the trident.
The Peak Knight from the Dragon King Chamber of Commerce paled. He twisted his body fiercely, and the trident in his hand flickered, instantly creating a dazzling array of trident images.
But in the next moment, a bizarrely shaped scimitar easily shattered the images, cutting through them effortlessly and struck his chest.
The Peak Knight from the Dragon King Chamber of Commerce spat blood and staggered back, his eyes filled with horror. Before he could steady his breath, he felt a sharp pain in his neck. His vision shifted uncontrollably, landing on a headless corpse.
A headless corpse? Whose is it? It was mine… The realization struck him as his consciousness plunged into endless darkness.
"Heh..." Devitt shook his head in disdain. "So weak! It seems the Dragon King Chamber of Commerce really has no one left. In that case, I might as well take over managing the shop."
Saying this, he stepped forward.
"What?" Gazing at the crowd in front of the shop, Devitt raised an eyebrow. "Do you have any objections?"
Susan's face turned pale. The others instinctively avoided his gaze, retreating slowly.
"That's more like it!" Pleased with their reaction, Devitt nodded and pressed forward. "From now on, you all work for me. First, bring everything out from the shop for me to inspect."
He then pointed at Susan. "You! Prepare some refreshments and drinks for me."
Susan's face stiffened, her teeth clenched, and the veins on the hand gripping her scimitar bulged.
"Hmm?" Devitt's expression darkened, and he swung a slap across her face. "Bitch! What an attitude!"
Susan staggered back, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
The crowd seethed with anger at the sight, but when faced with Devitt's sweeping gaze, none dared to meet his eye. Devitt's infamous cruelty was deeply ingrained in their hearts. If even a Peak Knight was no match for him, who would dare to step forward?
Just then, a calm voice rang out, "Ayala, are you alright?"
Carl parted the crowd and walked toward the shop. His gaze swept over everyone before settling on Ayala, his expression easing slightly. He had received news and rushed to the shop, only to find it vandalized and Ayala missing from inside. Remembering his previous instructions, he had come here.
Indeed, Ayala was here.
However, the situation here was also dire.
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Seeing him, Ayala's face brightened with joy. Susan's eyes flickered, then dimmed again.
"Another one?" Devitt chuckled lowly. "Come to die?"
"Die?" Carl frowned. Although he was unclear exactly what had occurred, he rapidly pieced things together in his mind. "No! I came to deliver a gift. A gift... for a future partner." He smiled. "Your head seems quite suitable."
"Hmm?" Devitt's expression darkened. "You're looking for death!"
The bizarre scimitar flashed, covering nearly ten meters in an instant. Its blade's edge pressed close to Carl's neck.
A metallic collision rang out.
A broad sword had intercepted the scimitar.
Two terrifying auras erupted with immense force.
"A Great Knight!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.