“Hmm?”
Ye Qiu raised an eyebrow, his gaze falling on the black shadow.
The shadow appeared in an eerily silent manner, similar to his invisibility spell, materialising out of nowhere.
Moreover, Ye Qiu sensed a sinister aura emanating from the shadow.
Max, who had been in despair, never expected someone to save him at the brink of death. His eyes also fixed on the shadow.
The shadow was lean, draped in a black cloak, with a hood covering its face.
“Are you… Lord Dracula?” Max asked uncertainly.
“Mm,” the shadow responded softly, then removed the hood.
Instantly, a strikingly handsome face appeared.
He looked young, in his twenties, with a face so beautiful it was almost divine.
Utterly perfect.
Ye Qiu noticed the young man’s skin was deathly pale, as if he hadn’t seen sunlight in years. His pupils were blood-red, his long silver hair flowed, and a diamond earring adorned his left ear. He exuded an aristocratic air, like a prince stepped out of a comic.
Truth be told, his appearance and demeanour made even Ye Qiu slightly envious.
But from the aura emanating from this young man, Ye Qiu could tell he wasn’t as young as he appeared. He was undoubtedly an ancient monster who had lived for a long time.
“Lord Dracula, this kid wants to destroy our Rodell family. Please protect us, I beg you,” Max said, bowing to the young man with great respect.
“Don’t worry!” The young man’s voice was soft yet carried a magnetic charm that captivated.
“Thud!”
At that moment, heavy footsteps echoed from the distance.
Max looked up and saw several towering figures approaching, each like a mountain, exuding extraordinary might.
Their steps were slow, but each one resounded like thunder, as if stomping on one’s heart, making breathing difficult.
Nine figures!
Nine peak King realm experts had appeared!
They moved in unison, the blazing sunlight casting a glow on them, making them look like nine divine kings.
“The Nine Nations’ Guardians!” Max exclaimed, first in shock, then in joy, knowing they were here to protect the Rodell family.
“Hahaha…” Max laughed excitedly, pointing at Ye Qiu and shouting, “You bastard, you thought killing the Ancestor meant you could destroy our family?”
“I’m telling you, you’re delusional.”
“With the Nine Nations’ Guardians and Lord Dracula here, you’re dead today.”
Ye Qiu glanced at the Nine Nations’ Guardians, his expression unchanged.
Let alone nine guardians, even ninety peak King realm experts wouldn’t faze him.
With the God-Slaying Whip in hand, who in the world could stand against him?
Ye Qiu glanced at the guardians, then his eyes settled on the young man, who gave him a dangerous and eerie feeling.
“Max called this guy Dracula. I wonder what his true identity is?”
Looking at the young man, Ye Qiu said, “The Rodell family will be destroyed today. Anyone who stands in my way, I’ll kill.”
“I won’t allow you to kill anymore,” the young man said, lifting his head and smiling faintly at Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu noticed that when the silver-haired young man smiled, he revealed two sharp fangs.
The fangs were long and thin, glinting with metallic sharpness.
Ye Qiu’s eyes narrowed, suspecting a possibility.
“Could this guy be the legendary vampire?”
Just as he thought this, Max spoke up. “Kid, you dare say such things in front of Lord Dracula? You’re dead.”
“You don’t even know who Lord Dracula is, do you? Let me introduce him. Lord Dracula hails from the Neverfall Empire.”
“He’s the strongest vampire in the world today.”
What, this young man is a vampire?
So this is what a vampire looks like. Aside from being handsome, there doesn’t seem to be anything special about him.
“Once Lord Dracula drains your blood, I’ll tear your corpse to pieces,” Max said with a sinister grin.
Ye Qiu scoffed. “Vampire? Hmph, I’ll turn you into a dead ghost in no time.”
Arrogant!
A flash of red light gleamed in the young man’s eyes. His body vanished, reappearing at Ye Qiu’s side, his mouth lunging for Ye Qiu’s neck.
Ye Qiu swiftly drew the God-Slaying Whip and lashed out.
“Crack!”
The young man was sent flying.
Mid-flight, his figure vanished again, reappearing behind Ye Qiu with uncanny movement.
Like lightning, the young man reached for Ye Qiu’s neck with both hands.
Ye Qiu could have used the God-Slaying Whip again but instead drew a binding spell at lightning speed.
Instantly, the young man’s body froze, immobilised.
The next second, Ye Qiu activated the Divine Scripture, his body radiating brilliant golden light. Copper-coin-sized runes appeared, enveloping the young man’s body.
“Ah…”
The young man let out a piercing scream as black smoke rose from his body.
The Nine Nations’ Guardians, who had yet to act, watched in horror.
The young man soon broke free of the binding spell, but the golden runes remained, as if embedded in his skin.
“Ah…”
His screams grew louder, the black smoke thicker.
Moments later, the young man’s body turned to dust, dissipating into the air.
“Lord Dracula… is dead?”
Max’s pupils shrank, a chill rising from his soles, making him shudder.
He never imagined the strongest vampire in the West would die at Ye Qiu’s hands.
“Vampire? Hah, nothing special.”
Ye Qiu’s cold voice echoed through the sky, the scene falling into dead silence.
The Nine Nations’ Guardians stood petrified, staring at Ye Qiu with disbelief, forgetting to breathe.
“Is what I’m seeing real? Lord Dracula is dead?”
“Lord Dracula was invincible. How could he die by that kid’s hand?”
“That kid’s too strong. If even Lord Dracula wasn’t his match, we can’t stop him either.”
“We shouldn’t have come here.”
Ye Qiu held the God-Slaying Whip, a Qiankun Cauldron hovering above his head, his body wreathed in golden light, his invincible aura awe-inspiring.
“Gentlemen!” Ye Qiu’s gaze fell on the Nine Nations’ Guardians. “No one can stop me from destroying the Rodell family today.”
“If you try to intervene, I don’t mind sending you to hell…”
Before he could finish, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
The Nine Nations’ Guardians turned and fled at top speed, terrified of being killed by Ye Qiu if they lingered a second longer.
