Chapter 113: The Rosewood Forest

The blood warrior’s aura was dense and unyielding, not yet reaching the rank of a first-class viscount. Yet, Qian Ye dared not be careless. The viscounts of the twelve ancient clans were far superior to the native viscounts of Evernight. A common second-class viscount from the Munroe family would surpass the first-class viscount Portu in combat.

Should he launch a surprise attack on this blood viscount? Qian Ye hesitated for a moment. He was still within the range of his Twin Blossoms. If the ambush succeeded, he had at least a sixty percent chance of eliminating all enemies present. However, even if this blood viscount’s power far exceeded his rank, it would still be insufficient to wipe out Li Pei’s team. There must be other strong members of the Munroe clan nearby.

Ultimately, Qian Ye decided to retreat quietly. He continued to slither backward like a gecko, hugging the ground.

However, before he could get far, one of the blood warriors on the open ground suddenly sniffed hard and turned toward Qian Ye’s direction, screaming, “An enemy!”

Qian Ye was startled. How could a fifth-level blood warrior detect him? With no time to ponder, he leaped up like lightning, advancing instead of retreating. His twin guns roared as he fired several shots at the blood viscount who was already reacting to the alarm.

The blood viscount’s response was indeed top-notch. A heavy sword appeared in his hand like magic, swinging in a circular blood-red aura, dispersing the incoming force blasts mid-air.

Qian Ye vaulted into the air, emerging from the forest, his guns back in their holsters, Dongyue in hand, landing in front of the blood viscount.

The blood viscount’s face was mostly hidden by an ornate mask, revealing only a pair of sharp, crimson eyes. He waved his hand, and the werewolves and lower-ranked blood warriors on the open ground quickly retreated, forming a surrounding formation.

Only the two of them stood facing each other. The blood viscount said in a deep voice, “Munroe third-class viscount, Dole. It will be your honor to die by my sword.”

Qian Ye remained silent, merely lifting Dongyue in response.

“Try my Rose Forest!”

Dole’s heavy sword seemed weightless, drawing a bright red line in the air, winding like opening rose petals.

Qian Ye raised Dongyue to block, and the two swords clashed with a loud clang. Both were violently shaken and forced to take several steps back. The overflowing force created a brief mini-storm, flinging several dark warriors off their feet. Two even vomited blood, suffering severe injuries. Only then did they realize the gravity of the situation and scattered further away.

Qian Ye stopped after a few steps, feeling a slight numbness in his hands. Dole had taken two more steps back, his hands gripping the sword turning deathly pale, devoid of any color. In that clash, he had been slightly at a disadvantage.

“Human, state your name. I admit you have the right to be remembered.”

“I don’t have the habit of telling my name to the dead,” Qian Ye said.

“When you die by my sword, I will find out.”

Qian Ye’s gaze suddenly fell on Dole’s hand, where a thin stream of blood was trickling from his sleeve. Whether the wound came from the Twin Blossoms or the previous clash, or even earlier in the battle against Li Pei’s team, in such a closely matched fight, a small injury could change the tide.

Qian Ye’s sword stance changed, his killing intent withdrawing, becoming as stable as a mountain.

Though Dole’s expression was hidden by his mask, his eyes glinted with determination as he charged at Qian Ye, his heavy sword slashing down. As the sword swung, countless roses bloomed, creating a dreamlike scene.

But Dongyue met the attack with a simple upward strike, piercing through the Rose Forest, blocking Dole’s heavy sword. Small force explosions shattered the rose illusions. This magnificent strike was thus thwarted.

Dole roared in anger, stepped, and spun, his heavy sword sweeping toward Qian Ye’s waist. Simultaneously, hundreds of roses shot out, attacking Qian Ye. These roses, formed from blood energy, inflicted real damage. Even if the force attached to each rose was not much, being hit by hundreds of them would be like being struck by a force cannon.

Rose Fireflow was one of the famous sword techniques of the Munroe clan, having felled countless human strongholds over the centuries.

Qian Ye pressed Dongyue downward, force shooting out from the blade, scattering the flying roses. The edge of Dongyue struck the sweeping heavy sword with precision, pushing it down and almost burying it in the ground.

Dole was shocked, involuntarily retreating several steps, his heavy sword plowing a deep furrow. The look in his eyes toward Qian Ye was now deeply wary, and his hands trembled slightly.

The seemingly unremarkable sword was unexpectedly heavy, and the human’s strength was extraordinary. His sword style was simple and plain but always managed to pierce through the rose sword energy, accurately intercepting Dole’s attacks. “Who are you? One of the four great clans of the Qin Empire?” Dole asked.

Qian Ye had no interest in talking, raising his sword and stepping toward Dole. This young blood viscount, if given time, would become a formidable enemy to humanity. Such an enemy had to be eradicated before he grew too powerful.

Dole’s gaze turned cold. “Even if you won’t tell me, as long as you stay in this war zone, my master will catch you eventually. When that happens, you’ll be dead!”

Qian Ye’s heart tightened, thinking of the powerful figure who had killed Li Pei’s uncle in a short time.

Dole, full of pride, continued, “My master is a genius known throughout the Munroe clan and the entire Evernight world! You wouldn’t last a single blow in front of him.”

Qian Ye’s eyes narrowed, and he said calmly, “Then I definitely can’t let you live.”

Dongyue whistled through the air, cleaving down!

Dole shouted in anger, his left hand drawing runes in the air, his body enveloped in a blood aura, his power surging. He swung his heavy sword to meet Dongyue.

Qian Ye felt a tingle in his hands, and Dongyue bounced upward, unable to suppress the increased force. Dole’s block had suddenly gained thirty percent more power, making it impossible to overpower him with pure strength alone.

Amidst his slight surprise, Qian Ye suddenly found himself surrounded by a faint blood aura. Countless roses sprouted from the ground, growing and blooming, transforming the area into a sea of roses.

Qian Ye frowned, taking a step back, crushing a few roses underfoot. The swaying branches grazed his calves, and the petals cut through his boots and pants, leaving several shallow wounds.

“A domain?” Qian Ye halted, his brows furrowed. Despite his resilience, he was easily cut by these inconspicuous petals, indicating that everything in this domain was a manifestation of the opponent’s force.

“Die in this rose sea! A domain of such caliber is worthy of your status,” Dole said, striding toward Qian Ye. As he walked, the rose branches parted, clearing a path.

Qian Ye dodged the sharp sword, stepping sideways, and more wounds appeared on his legs, tingling with a slight numbness. Clearly, these blood-formed roses were toxic. Qian Ye frowned; Dole’s rose sea not only enhanced his own strength but also restricted his opponent’s movements, making it very troublesome.

Dole took two more steps, then paused, eyeing Qian Ye with uncertainty. Dongyue pointed downward, its blade shrouded in black energy, sending a chill through Dole, making him instinctively want to retreat.

Taking advantage of Dole’s hesitation, Dongyue swung upward from below!

Silence Severance!

The rose sea shattered, and a faint sword energy flashed toward Dole. In the critical moment, Dole demonstrated his formidable strength, as countless roses gathered around him, forming a protective barrier.

The rose armor shattered with a single strike, and the sword energy, slightly delayed, landed on Dole, breaking through his protective blood aura and shattering his heavy armor, leaving a deep wound on his body before dissipating.

With a loud boom, the domain shattered, and the rose sea vanished. Dole staggered back, using his heavy sword to support himself, preventing a fall. He looked down at the wound on his chest, his body trembling. If the sword’s power had been just a bit stronger, or his armor a bit weaker, he would have been gutted.

After executing the Silence Severance, Qian Ye’s face turned pale, nearly drained of blood. The technique’s immense power came at a high cost, and he could only use it three times before exhausting himself.

Qian Ye quickly recovered, preparing to strike again, but a sudden sense of danger gripped him. He turned his head, catching a glimpse of a flash in the distance—a force bullet hurtling toward him!

This attack came without warning, clearly from a skilled sniper. Unable to dodge, Qian Ye twisted his body, presenting his chest to the incoming bullet, and pulled out the blood clan sniper rifle, firing back in the direction of the attack.

Qian Ye was struck like a bolt of lightning, crashing to the ground, but he stood up as if nothing had happened. The surrounding dark warriors were stunned; being hit by a sniper bullet without injury was something only a noble at the baron level or above could achieve.

Qian Ye’s eyes turned icy, scanning the field. Seeing no one dared to approach, he snorted and turned, walking into the forest.

After running a distance, Qian Ye’s body wobbled, nearly collapsing. He steadied himself against a tree, but couldn’t hold back the pain in his chest and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Ignoring his exhaustion, he quickly moved away.

Dole, realizing the situation, shouted, “He’s injured! Pursue him!”

The blood warriors, suddenly alert, charged into the forest.

As Dole prepared to follow, a cold voice echoed in his ear, “A bunch of fools!”

Dole stiffened, turning to see the tall, graceful figure, immediately bowing, “Master! You’ve arrived.”

Twilight emerged from the forest, walking to where Qian Ye had been struck, picking up something and examining it with interest.

Dole approached Twilight, “Master, I will go after him. I will not return until I see his corpse!”

“Your chances are slim, and besides, you are not his match,” Twilight said coolly.

Dole, though resentful, dared not argue and gritted his teeth, “Yes, Master!”

But he couldn’t resist asking, “Master, since you are here, why not capture that boy yourself? He has no hope of resisting you.”

“That shot wasn’t mine,” Twilight said, tossing and catching the object in her hand.