Die, There Is Nowhere on Serena Feng’s Body I Haven’t Touched

As they spoke, Prince Terrence Valen of Lyndaria was already approaching with his trusted followers. Prince Nolan naturally did not answer Dorian Owen's question.

Great General King!

If you swapped the surname 'Ouyang' for 'Fengli,' it wouldn't be impossible either. The Fengli clan has produced many famous generals; it's said that the direct descendants of Fengli are born with the talent to be generals.

Of course, now isn't the time to think about that. With Prince Terrence here, it's time to consider how to kill him.

"Doudou, get up close and check on those people." The Miasma Forest made it hard to see anything clearly. Even with Prince Nolan's sharp eyes, at this distance he could only make out a few silhouettes, not their specific condition.

Doudou was still obsessed with the title of Great General King, but under Prince Nolan's stern glare, he didn't dare argue. He obediently dragged his injured body off to scout the situation.

He had no choice; after all, he was an assassin, used to doing this kind of thing.

Doudou might be unreliable, but he was still quite capable. Soon he returned: "Prince Terrence has five people with him. Only one knows martial arts; the other four are just average fighters. All six of them look ragged—these past few days must've been rough."

That's another pitfall of the Miasma Forest—there's simply nothing to eat here. If you didn't bring food when you came in, you'd have to starve; nothing in this place is edible.

When Prince Nolan heard Doudou's report, a cold smile flashed in his eyes. He stood up, dusted off his sleeves, and said, "In that case, let's go pay Crown Prince Terrence a visit."

Strike while your enemy is sick—since Prince Terrence is exhausted and starving, what are they waiting for? The sooner they deal with him, the sooner Nolan can 'come back to life.' After all, right now he's supposed to be dead.

Serena rose as well, smiling: "After so many days, I almost miss Crown Prince Terrence's elegance."

If Serena hadn't said this with a murderous chill on her face, maybe it would have sounded more convincing.

Doudou unconsciously took two steps back, growing ever more certain that both Prince Nolan and Serena were not to be messed with—too terrifying, seriously.

They were clearly about to kill Prince Terrence, yet could speak so cordially about it.

So, so, so sinister.

Doudou kept at least three steps away, trailing Prince Nolan and Serena, just in case he got lost here.

Prince Terrence and General Warren Bailey had lost their way in the Miasma Forest. Though they hadn't run into any real danger, they had no food or water. Over the past three days, they'd killed a horse, eaten its raw meat, and drunk its blood just to survive. Both men were now exhausted and starving, about to dig into their last stores of food and water—when suddenly...

"N-N-Ninth Royal Uncle?" Prince Terrence looked as if he'd seen a ghost, staggering a step before collapsing to the ground.

From Prince Terrence's perspective, it really was like seeing a ghost—Prince Nolan was supposed to be 'dead,' so what did it mean for him to suddenly appear here?

The mist of the Miasma Forest cast a veil over Prince Nolan's face, and with his faint, inscrutable smile, Prince Terrence seriously wondered if he was seeing a ghost.

Fortunately, General Warren Bailey was calm and quick to react. He hauled Prince Terrence to his feet, shielded him behind his back, and drew his blade to block the way: "Ninth Royal Uncle, please stop right there."

Smack—Doudou ignored Warren Bailey's blade and strode up to slap him across the face. With an utterly arrogant tone, he declared, "My lord is speaking with your master. Who do you think you are, daring to interrupt?"

His tone and attitude were exactly that of a lawless, swaggering servant. Serena couldn't help but burst out laughing. Only then did Prince Terrence notice Serena was here too.

"Serena, I didn't expect you two to survive?" Prince Terrence had thought that with Prince Nolan dead first, he could at least comfort himself that he wasn't the biggest failure. But now?

"Too bad things didn't go as Your Highness wished." Serena smiled sweetly and saluted Prince Terrence: "Long time no see—Your Highness is as elegant as ever."

It was blatant mockery. Prince Terrence was filthy, stinking, and utterly beaten—there was nothing elegant about him now.

Prince Terrence gritted his teeth; he was never one for magnanimity. Hearing Serena's words, his face turned vicious as he shot back, "Miss Feng, you're too kind. I'm just a commoner now—what elegance do I have? But you, Miss Feng, even after all these days, you're still so alluring and graceful—truly a sight to behold."

As he spoke, he didn't forget to run his lecherous eyes over Serena from head to toe.

Not just Prince Nolan and Serena—even Doudou frowned in disgust. This so-called Crown Prince Terrence was truly shameless, staring so brazenly at a woman. What was he thinking?

Shameless! Disgusting!

Serena was furious but refused to show it. Prince Nolan's eyes grew even colder—he hadn't forgotten the day at the city gate when Serena appeared, covered in kiss marks.

Those kiss marks had all been Prince Terrence's doing.

Seeing Prince Nolan and Serena rendered speechless with anger, Prince Terrence grew even more arrogant: "What's wrong, Miss Feng? Can't bear to part with me? To be honest, I miss you too. That day beneath me, you were quite passionate, let me—"

"Courting death." Before Prince Terrence could finish, Prince Nolan punched him square in the face.

"Your Highness!" General Warren Bailey rushed forward, but Doudou blocked him: "You aren't qualified to fight Prince Nolan."

As he spoke, Doudou began fighting Warren Bailey. Though Warren was a formidable commander, his strength lay in leading troops, not brawling—he was no match for Doudou one-on-one.

Doudou not only took on Warren Bailey solo, but also found time to deal with the four guards who rushed Serena. As for Prince Nolan...

Prince Nolan was clearly enjoying himself—or rather, he was single-handedly beating down Prince Terrence.

Prince Terrence was no weakling, but after days in the Miasma Forest and a crushing defeat, he was exhausted and spiritless. He was no match for Prince Nolan now.

In less than a hundred moves, Prince Terrence was beaten. The once-formidable prince who'd nearly injured Lance Quinn was long gone.

Prince Nolan was sly as ever. Though Terrence was defeated, Nolan didn't kill him—instead, he tossed aside his sword and began pummeling Terrence with his fists, one blow after another.

"This punch is for your arrogance."

Thud—a punch landed, sending Terrence reeling, but Nolan dragged him back for another.

"This punch is for your bullying."

"This punch is for oppressing defenseless women."

"This punch is on behalf of General Feng."

"This punch is on behalf of Madame Feng."

...

Punch after punch, Terrence was soon beaten to a pulp, seeing stars, unable even to lift a hand in defense.

Terrence spat out blood and teeth, over and over.

Prince Nolan kept landing punch after punch. Terrence was too weak to fight back, but he never stopped cursing and snarling...

"Nolan Dongling, so what if you beat me to death... Even if you kill me, it won't change the fact that you picked up the woman I threw away."

Thud—Prince Nolan's next punch landed even harder, but Terrence just laughed: "Hahaha... Nolan Dongling, all you can do is hit me. That woman, Serena—I've seen every inch of her, touched every part. Tsk tsk tsk... If I hadn't thought she was filthy, do you really think you'd have had a chance...?"