Lord Zhang Boqian suddenly accelerated, appearing before the vampire prince in a blink, reaching out with one hand. At this moment, the distance between them was terrifyingly close, to the point where they could engage in close combat or even hand-to-hand fighting.
Prince Habsburg, perhaps dazed by this unorthodox fighting style, did not pull away at full speed but instead instinctively raised his hand to block. As their arms collided, there was no visible sign of origin power being released, yet Habsburg let out a muffled groan and was instantly thrown back over a hundred meters.
Zhang Boqian let out a sound of surprise, quite taken aback. He did not pause and advanced again, grabbing a demonic grand duke. He raised his hand and crushed the grand duke’s throat, then looked deeply at Habsburg, who had just stabilized himself, and said, “Habsburg.”
Habsburg forced a bitter smile, “It’s rare for the King of Qingyang to remember me.”
Before Zhang Boqian could reply, he turned to face Mephisto and Loza, who were chasing after him, and threw the corpse of the demonic grand duke at them.
Mephisto glanced at Habsburg, his expression somewhat odd.
Loza reached out and caught the corpse of the grand duke, saying with a sinister tone, “Your Highness, the King of Qingyang, you seem quite angry lately! You immediately use lethal moves. How much energy do you have left? Don’t risk your life for a temporary advantage; it would be a pity if you lost your life here.”
Zhang Boqian snorted coldly, “How much origin power I have left, you’ll know if you try. Loza, if you’re not satisfied, do you want to fight me one-on-one?”
Loza’s face changed slightly, forcing a laugh, “Why target me? Aren’t vampires the natural enemies of your kind?”
This poisonous remark made Mephisto’s face change. However, he managed to restrain himself, knowing that causing internal conflict in front of Zhang Boqian would be foolish. He decided to bear the insult for now.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Boqian merely glanced at Mephisto and sneered, “Such a weakling, barely recovered, has no right to challenge me.”
Mephisto, despite his tolerance, couldn’t help but change his expression. His eyes blazed with rage, but he knew his current state. He had just awakened from the blood pool and, to catch up with this mission, had not fully recovered. His strength was greatly reduced, and he dared not challenge Zhang Boqian, even in a group attack, he had to be cautious, preventing Zhang Boqian from taking advantage and also guarding against potential attacks from other directions.
Loza, aware of this situation, seized the opportunity to undermine Mephisto. From then on, the respect and fear of the senior councillors and giants present for Mephisto would diminish significantly.
However, striking an opponent required moderation. At the moment, Zhang Boqian was the primary enemy. Loza took a deep breath, his body gradually swelling, and slowly approached. Despite his displeasure, Mephisto knew what he should do. As Loza pressed forward, he circled around to Zhang Boqian’s rear.
Habsburg and the other two princes withdrew to a safe distance, each taking a position to surround Zhang Boqian. The grand dukes scattered further, ready to join the battle as opportunities arose.
Zhang Boqian, with a look of disdain, suddenly stepped forward, punching straight at Loza!
Loza, now three times his original size, resembling a giant, clapped his hands together and struck downward, hitting Zhang Boqian’s fist!
A thunderous roar resounded through the air, waves of origin power rippling outward. The princes managed to hold their ground, but the grand dukes struggled to maintain control, involuntarily swaying with the waves, their faces pale, retreating even further. For most of them, this was their first close encounter with the new human emperor, and his reputation was indeed well-deserved. Coupled with Zhang Boqian’s rapid advance, comparable to a famous gun’s area of control, it was no wonder a grand duke was killed with a single blow.
Loza’s face suddenly turned pale, his body shrinking, clearly having suffered a significant injury from the impact.
Mephisto pounced from behind, his right hand forming a claw, purple-black blood energy swirling around his fingertips, aiming for Zhang Boqian’s back. Without turning, Zhang Boqian slashed back at Mephisto’s head with a hand, ready for mutual destruction. Mephisto let out a scream, retracting his right hand, crossing both hands to block Zhang Boqian’s strike.
Another muffled boom echoed through the air, and Mephisto was sent plummeting, stabilizing himself dozens of meters away. By this time, Loza had regained his composure and stood once more before Zhang Boqian.
After delivering consecutive heavy blows to the two emperors, Zhang Boqian’s aura inevitably weakened.
Only now did the surrounding princes and grand dukes secretly sigh in relief. They had seen battles of this level but never such a brutal style. The King of Qingyang was still human, not a god; he would tire and weaken.
Zhang Boqian suddenly flicked his finger, a streak of light shooting towards Loza’s forehead. Loza casually slashed it apart, then two black threads shot from under his ribs, targeting Zhang Boqian’s legs. Behind, Mephisto’s surroundings transformed into a sea of purple-black blood, from which monstrous beasts emerged, leaping at Zhang Boqian.
These domain-converted blood beasts posed no threat to Zhang Boqian, dispersing before they could get close. But the residual blood energy wove an invisible net in the air, gradually constraining Zhang Boqian’s movements.
As both sides began to use domains and various abilities, the surrounding princes and grand dukes felt even more relieved. This was the type of battle they were familiar with, spectacular and grand, yet not too dangerous. Emperors often fought for days without a decisive outcome.
This was also a battle that grand dukes could participate in, skirting the edges of the battlefield, seeking to weaken the emperor’s bursts of power or domains with secret arts. In contrast, the earlier hand-to-hand combat was perilous, with life and death hanging in the balance. Zhang Boqian, Loza, and Mephisto, each exchanging blows, had already suffered some damage, showing the danger involved.
Only now did the princes and grand dukes sense something amiss. Someone realized that Habsburg had directly received a blow from Zhang Boqian. Was he injured or not? At least on the surface, he seemed fine.
Even among the strongest of the Evernight, it was impossible to probe each other’s injuries, especially if the clans had lingering grudges. Only two princes glanced at Habsburg, while the grand dukes dared not look around.
As the battle became deadlocked, Zhang Boqian switched styles, his movements unpredictable, every gesture an attack, pushing his combat skills to an artistic level. Dawn and dark origin power continuously clashed and exploded, making the void increasingly oppressive, even for those unaffected by the shockwaves.
Loza and Mephisto inwardly cursed, not daring to make even the smallest mistake. Yet, no matter how hard they tried, they always consumed more origin power than Zhang Boqian in the same defensive and offensive exchanges. If the battle dragged on, they would still lose.
Fortunately, the combined might of two emperors, even with Mephisto’s current state, still held imperial-level strength. Surrounded by a group of princes and grand dukes, prolonging the battle gave Zhang Boqian a higher chance of losing.
On paper, the Evernight far surpassed Zhang Boqian. But battle was not just a simple addition of individual strengths. In this situation, a swift victory for the Evernight side was impossible. This battle left Loza and Mephisto frustrated but wary, forced to carefully maneuver around Zhang Boqian.
Thus, Zhang Boqian, with his own strength, held off a multitude of enemies.
On the other side of the battlefield, the battle between the Eternal Flame and the North Pole Emperor seemed never-ending, yet their close combat could end at any moment.
In the Neutral Zone, on a solitary drifting island, someone had built a wooden cabin. This island was actually just a large rock floating in the void, unprotected, with no barrier, even the cabin, exposed to the void, offered little protection. The extreme cold of the void could freeze most life forms.
A ghostly warship silently appeared outside the floating island, its doors opening. Several black-armored warriors emerged, approaching the small wooden cabin. The leading warrior knocked on the door.
There was no response inside. After a moment, the warrior knocked again, but still, there was silence.
He could not help but say, “Your Highness, the time has come. We are ordered to escort you back.”
The warrior’s voice was strange and sharp, like two metal sheets rubbing against each other, unlike any normal biological sound.
Finally, a response came from inside: “The time is not yet.”
The voice was clear and calm, like flowing water, like falling ice.
The black-armored warrior, somewhat surprised, exchanged glances with his subordinates, “Your Highness, it is the agreed-upon time!”
“The time has been changed.”
“Well, we haven’t heard about it,” the black-armored warrior scratched his head.
Suddenly, a voice sounded behind them: “You wouldn’t need to know, so I didn’t tell you.”
The black-armored warriors, startled, turned around to see a mysterious figure standing in the void, entirely shrouded in a cloak. He was not tall, rather slender, but the crimson throne on his black robe was glaringly prominent.
“Blood Throne!” the black-armored warriors exclaimed in shock.
They clearly knew what the appearance of the Blood Throne symbol meant.
The mysterious figure laughed lightly, “Dying at my hands is an honor for you.”
He extended his left hand, holding a massive short gun. The thick barrel was engraved with layers of script, and the inscriptions slowly flowed, like fish swimming.
As the gun appeared, an indescribable despair and terror gripped the hearts of the black-armored warriors. Their faces showed extreme fear, their bodies weakening, some clutching their throats, struggling to breathe.
“Broken Flow… You, you are the one on the throne…” the leader of the black-armored warriors screamed, his voice failing. His eyes filled with despair. Before the Blood Throne, they had no chance, let alone facing the legendary Broken Flow.
The mysterious figure smiled, “No, no, Broken Flow is not meant for you. Using her this way would upset her. To deal with you, just the shockwave from her rumble is enough. This time, her true target is… her!”
Broken Flow pointed to the small wooden cabin. As the inscriptions on the gun sped up, the black-armored warriors’ suffering intensified. Some fell to the ground, while those still standing staggered, barely able to support themselves.
There was still no movement inside the cabin.
“Your Highness, Yeyuan, are you still unwilling to show yourself? I am very curious about how much of the legendary Emperor’s appearance you have inherited. After all, after tonight, everything will become history.”
The door of the cabin finally opened.
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