20 million.

The fairy maiden furrowed her brow, exclaiming, "What?" Seeing her reaction, Fong Hao was taken back.

"You don't expect to acquire it for nothing, do you? You will gain the friendship of our dream forest and become one of us.

She insisted, still hoping for a freebie.

Forget it.

You may keep your friendship for others.

Fongghao retorted, preparing to leave.

The fairy maiden's expression hardened, her voice turning cold as she questioned.

What do you mean? I spent 10 million to come here to make friends.

Have you perhaps overestimated your fairy clan? Funha's tone grew serious.

This woman seemed to be quite delusional.

After all, he had paid for the item, and she expected to take it away with just a promise of friendship.

Whether she was foolish or simply thought him to be so was unclear.

Just then, several fairy guards emerged from the surroundings, encircling the group.

The fairy maiden wore a triumphant smile.

Rest assured, we shall not harm you.

We only wish to take the tear of Yasha.

In return, we will provide you with some compensation.

With a delicate wave of her fair hand, the guards closed in.

On a side note, wishing everyone a joyful New Year's Eve.

Chapter 397.

The shadow crown sword heal.

The fairy maiden felt a surge of confidence, secretly mocking her opponent's inability to recognize the gravity of the situation.

Once she acquired the tier of Asha, the remaining matters could be left to the chieftain and elders to handle.

There was no need for her to be concerned over such trivialities.

Six fairy guards emerged from the shadowy alley.

encircling Fong Hao and his companions, their faces adorned with mocking smiles as if they were hunting prey.

Fongghao coldly regarded the six fairies surrounding him.

The attributes of the fairy guards revealed they were at the seventh tier, while the fairy sword dancers were at the eighth tier.

In total, there were four fairy guards and two fairy sword dancers.

The guards wielded silver long polearm weapons.

Their tips resembling sharp spears with crescent-shaped blades along the sides capable of piercing and slashing.

The fairy sword dancers being eighth tier soldiers wielded twin swords.

Their expressions exuding a heavy aura of lethality.

It seemed that the earlier fairy maiden held a rather unique status.

Tiers seven and eight were considered quite high within any military faction.

As Fong How watched the approaching figures, he remained devoid of panic or fear.

They were merely six individuals, all soldiers.

How could they possibly compare to his own prowess as a hero? Seeing that these fairies perceived him as an easy target, he felt no need to adhere to any merchant alliance rules.

He took two steps back and quietly commanded, "Eliminate them.

" A guard scoffed derisively, "Just you few yet.

" Before the words fully escaped his lips, Dimitika swung her sword, effortlessly severing the guard's pole arm as if it were mere tofu.

In one fluid motion, she unleashed a second arc of sword energy, and the guard's head soared high into the air.

As the head rolled away, blood erupted from the neck like a fountain, saturating the air with a metallic scent.

Witnessing the slow collapse of the fairy guard, a serious expression spread across the faces of all present.

The fairy guards were elite members of their race.

To be slain in a single strike despite their seventh tier strength was astonishing.

Who were these individuals? The fairy maidens face pald.

Yet now that the confrontation had commenced, retreat was no longer an option.

She continued, "There are only four of them.

Let's attack together and eliminate them all.

I will bear any consequences.

" The fairy guards and sword dancers, weapons in hand, charged once more toward Fong Hao.

Meanwhile, the fairy maiden began to flutter her wings.

A fine layer of pollen drifting downwards, enveloping the area with the gusts generated by her movements.

This little flower fairy released the dust of the flower fairy, a pollen that when inhaled could induce hallucinations in someone like you.

Loranna cautioned from the sidelines.

Fongghao noticed the encroaching pollen but felt powerless.

He could not simply stop breathing.

Covering his mouth and nose with his sleeve, he turned to Anja and instructed Anja, "Deal with that flower fairy, but be wary of her peculiar abilities.

" "Understood," Ana replied, kicking a guard away before springing toward the flower maiden.

The flower spirit, seemingly lacking in close combat prowess, took to the skies as Ana charged towards her.

As the distance widened, she continued to sprinkle pollen downward.

Yet the effectiveness of the pollen diminished with the increasing space.

Fong Hao covered his mouth and nose, merely coughing.

But the hallucinations that Lorena mentioned had yet to manifest.

Domiga and Ana exhibited no discernable reactions or responses, indicating that the pollen's effects varied according to one's physical strength.

Clearly, this flower spirit had not attained mastery over her abilities.

On the ground, Domiga unleashed a flurry of sword energy.

Whether they were guards or sword dancers, none could withstand the second strike from his hand.

In the blink of an eye, only two remained alive.

As the lizard men drew closer, the two fairies retreated step by step, maintaining what they deemed a safe distance.

However, not every fairy possessed wings, and escape was not an option for them.

It was at this moment they realized how laughable their ambition to seize the tier of Asha truly was.

Merely two individuals were sufficient to handle them.

Eliminate them all and we shall return.

Fonghouse stated from the rear.

Domiga surged forward once more, swiftly dispatching the two survivors.

In the air, the flower spirit girl gazed in horror at her fallen kin, her complexion paling with fright.

Daring not to linger, she turned to flee into the distance.

Yet Anja would not permit her to escape so easily.

Now you wish to leave.

It is too late.

Anja seized a nearby iron chain and swung it with force.

The chain lashed out like a whip.

Crack.

The sharp sound echoed as the iron whip struck the flower spirits back, sending blood splattering as she fell from the air.

Anja rushed forward, ready to deliver a powerful blow.

At that moment, a commanding voice rang out from behind.

Stop.

The sound of approaching footsteps grew louder as armored guards and four towering iron constructs rushed in encircling the area.

Although there were few people on the street, the recent skirmish had drawn a crowd, particularly as the tavern nearby was filled with onlookers keenly observing the scene.

This is it.

Those individuals are doomed, whispered the crowd.

Doomed.

The fairies were the ones who were slaughtered, replied another.

You don't understand.

The commander responsible for security today is Hierle of the Fairy Clan.

Renowned for his protective nature.

It makes sense why the fairies dared to cause trouble here.