Chapter 568

Prince Andre could not help but be shocked as he saw the tip of a dao struggling to cut horizontally emerging from the Royal Family Night Banquet. Without time to ponder how Leon managed to break through the World Fragment, Andre directly lunged forward, grabbing the painting frame with both hands in an attempt to forcefully push the blade back inside.

No matter how much strength he poured into it, the tear in the canvas continued to grow uncontrollably, and suddenly, a hand emerged, gripping the edges of the widening gap.

“Shriiiik!”

With an excruciating tearing sound, the already stressed canvas gave way along the cut made by the Silver Knife, resulting in a forty-centimeter long gash.

As soon as the edge was completely severed, a figure familiar to both Andre and Phelia abruptly tumbled out of the rip and without hesitation swung the knife sideways, cleaving the floating Royal Family Night Banquet cleanly in two!

No!!! Watching the once vibrant Royal Family Night Banquet lose all its “life” after being split, Prince Andre felt a chill run down his spine. He remained frozen in place, holding the painting frame dumbly.

Then, as if a prison had been opened, the lively figures in the once cheerful Royal Family Night Banquet rapidly faded, replaced by broken souls that rushed out chaotically in all directions.

It’s over… Everything is over…

Watching the familiar souls escaping from the canvas one after another, Prince Andre instinctively raised his hand, trying subconsciously to grab something, but eventually let his arm fall limply, abandoning this futile effort.

Since the World Fragment I obtained from the Execution King Assembly has already merged with the entire Royal Family Night Banquet, now that it’s been split, for me who can’t repair it, the departure or stay of those souls no longer matters.

My dreams and expectations have shattered utterly, with no hope of realization.

“Why?”

After closing his eyes briefly in anguish, Prince Andre released the painting frame and glared at the panting Leon opposite him, clenching his fists and angrily said: “I just wanted to get back what I lost! Why must you always obstruct…”

“Crack!”

Before finishing his angry interrogation, the pale-faced Leon crouched and stepped forward, covering the nearly five-meter distance between them in a near-ground flight, rushing straight to Prince Andre. Under the horrified gaze of Phelia who was gagged far away, he cleanly decapitated Prince Andre with a decisive swing!

Still unsatisfied, possibly fearing any hidden cards Andre might have, Leon immediately switched the Silver Knife to his left hand and chopped off Andre’s paint-smeared hands at the wrists!

I can chat with you, but only after I’m sure I’ve won! Looking at Andre’s headless body, Leon still wasn’t reassured. He turned his gaze to the scattered art supplies and nearby easel on the ground, tightening his grip on the Silver Knife again.

Emma Senior’s “Remaining Scriptures” say that the best way to gather intelligence is to exchange pleasantries before a fight, but when there’s no need for information, the quieter the mouth, the higher the winning probability!”…

Forget it, since that’s the case, there’s no need for me to ask.

Looking at the head and hands severed by Leon who still seemed uneasy, cutting up brushes, easels, even smearing the paints on the ground, Prince Andre’s fallen head remained silent for a while, then slowly closed its eyes.

…

Did he… die? That shouldn’t be. Considering Phelia’s special situation, she might not be recognized by the Watchtower Palace. So, I didn’t go for a killing blow but chose to ‘cut’ him alive. Why did his soul suddenly… Hmm… Wait! As Andre’s soul gradually faded towards extinction, Leon suddenly turned around, sensing something amiss.

Next, he was utterly astonished to discover a small familiar figure coldly staring at him within the tri-sectored Royal Family Night Banquet on the ground, expressionlessly opening its mouth.

‘Not yet finished.’

Reading this sentence from young Andre’s lip movement, Leon instantly dashed back, preparing to shred the young Prince Andre in the painting again.

However, at this moment, a flood of colors brighter than any halo surged out from the Royal Family Night Banquet, throwing Leon backward and spreading rapidly and irresistibly in all directions.

Old Garden, Crocodile Kingdom Royal Palace, the square outside the palace, the entire District 1, the surrounding four blocks front and back…

An enormous amount of pigment spewed forth from the canvas, surging like a tsunami along the junction tracks of various districts. In less than five seconds, all eight hundred plus districts of the Crocodile Kingdom were dyed with a vivid and lonely orange-red.

What is this thing? Watching the weeds at his feet being washed by a sea of pigments without even a sway, merely acquiring a faint orange-red hue, Leon standing in front of Phelia frowned deeply.

After spraying out an immense amount of pigments, dyeing the whole Crocodile Kingdom orange-red, the Royal Family Night Banquet on the ground wobbled slightly and quietly merged into the surroundings.

“Rest assured, I won’t harm Phelia right now.”

Without missing a beat, Leon stood ready, fully focused on guarding against potential attacks from all around, when young Andre holding a ball slowly walked out from where the Royal Family Night Banquet disappeared, saying calmly: “Although she isn’t my younger sister, she is indeed part of Phelia’s soul. After you destroyed the Royal Family Night Banquet, I no longer have a reason to harm her. Your task is complete.”

“So?”

Looking at the prince composed of pigments before him, judging that the Silver Knife likely wouldn’t be able to kill him, Leon repressed his intention to attack and narrowed his eyes, asking:

“What are your next plans? Revenge for destroying your painting?”

“Hmm, I do have that intention.”

Prince Andre nodded, acknowledging Leon’s judgment, then asked with an unfathomable expression:

“But before that, I have a question for you… Based on your previous abilities, it should have been impossible for you to tear apart the Royal Family Night Banquet. I’m curious, how exactly did you manage to acquire power surpassing the limits of the True God?”

“…”

(End of Chapter)