Zhao Jundu’s eyes flickered with amethyst flames, calmly meeting Li Kuanglan’s gaze. “I don’t wish to meddle, but I was concerned your methods might not be thorough enough, leaving some to slip through. So, I decided to lend a hand.”
Li Kuanglan’s eyes sharpened, and he said coldly, “Even if a few insignificant fish attempt to struggle, they won’t escape my grasp. No need for you to worry about it!”
Zhao Jundu stood suspended in the air, showing no intention of leaving. He asked casually, “Is that so? May I ask which fish you had intended to kill first, Noble Kuanglan?”
“Of course, the two Demonkin,” Li Kuanglan answered without hesitation.
Zhao Jundu, clearly surprised, remarked, “Oh, so Noble Kuanglan would rather take the risk of getting injured himself?”
Just moments ago, both Zhao Jundu and Li Kuanglan had seen clearly: among the several Viscounts, the two Demonkin were trying to escape using a secret technique, heading towards Qian Ye and the Demonkin Baron. The three Blood Nobles, on the other hand, aimed to attack Li Kuanglan, hoping to force him to give them a way out by mutually destructive means. If they couldn’t escape, they would self-destruct their blood nuclei to deal a final blow.
If Li Kuanglan planned to kill the Demonkin first, he would have to face the attacks of the three Blood Noble Viscounts head-on. Although his primordial power far exceeded theirs, like most human warriors, he had no special defenses. Even with high-grade armor and primordial power, the desperate strikes of the three Blood Noble Viscounts would still cause him injuries.
After Zhao Jundu’s words, Li Kuanglan realized the flaw in his previous statement. He laughed loudly and said, “Do you think a few Blood Nobles can hurt me?”
Originally, Li Kuanglan expected Zhao Jundu to mock him, but instead, Zhao Jundu nodded and agreed, “You are right.” This left Li Kuanglan almost thinking he had heard wrong.
For a moment, Li Kuanglan was at a loss for words. The two stood in silence, neither willing to leave.
Both Zhao Jundu and Li Kuanglan were among the best of the Empire’s younger generation, not only in combat but also in cunning. After a brief silence, both noticed the other’s reluctance to leave.
Zhao Jundu spoke first, “The enemy is rampant. Do as you please, Noble Kuanglan.”
Li Kuanglan chuckled, “This spot has a perfect view, overseeing the entire battlefield. I can observe the situation from a higher ground. But why, Fourth Noble Jundu, do you waste time here?”
As they spoke, both glanced at the ruins. Though their movements were subtle, their suspicions were immediately apparent.
Below, in the ruins, was a deep, seemingly endless hole, created by Qian Ye and the Demonkin Baron. However, the primordial power within was chaotic, making it impossible to probe what was happening inside.
Zhao Jundu and Li Kuanglan, long aware of each other, didn’t think the other would strike from behind. Yet, due to the relationship between the Zhao family and the Li clan, neither wanted to turn their back on the other, leading to a standoff.
Zhao Jundu’s tone turned cold, “Noble Kuanglan, let’s be clear. Qian Ye is one of mine. I need to go down and check. You, however, should leave.”
Li Kuanglan sneered, “Qian Ye hasn’t sold himself to the Zhao family. Why do you claim him? Whatever price you can pay, I can match. Besides, I just want to enjoy the scenery. What’s the harm in that?”
Zhao Jundu’s face darkened, and the blade of his Bishui Sword lengthened. Around Li Kuanglan, a chill spread, forming frosty patterns out of thin air.
In the depths of the castle, Qian Ye and the Demonkin Baron were engaged in a close combat amidst the ruins. The heavy sword Dongyue was unusable, and the Demonkin Baron’s sword became a burden. Both fought mainly with their bodies, exchanging punches and kicks.
The Demonkin Baron, after a few exchanges, began to feel the pain. Each part of Qian Ye’s body was as hard as steel, and his shoulder bumps, headbutts, elbow strikes, and knee jabs were brutally heavy. Each hit felt like colliding with a mountain at full speed.
In no time, the Demonkin Baron was disoriented, his bones cracking, and a pinky finger deformed.
The Demonkin Baron knew he was fighting at a disadvantage, but he couldn’t change the situation. He couldn’t find a way to escape Qian Ye’s relentless close combat, and their domains were locked, making him feel like he was sinking under the immense pressure of the deep sea.
As his defenses began to crumble, the Demonkin Baron, in desperation, opened his vertical pupils, now filled with blood.
The Star-Eyed Viper reappeared, spewing a thick, black mist that enveloped Qian Ye. As the black mist appeared, the Demonkin Baron’s face turned pale, wrinkles spreading across it, aging him hundreds of years in an instant. His breath grew weak.
With a crazed glee, he watched the black mist, the essence of his life, similar to a bee’s sting. One spray of this mist, and he would be near death, but it was incredibly powerful. Even a human warrior three levels higher would die within minutes, turning into a skeleton.
He strained to keep his eyes open, determined to see Qian Ye’s corpse before he died.
Suddenly, the black mist churned violently, and dark golden rays shot out, slicing through it. Blood flowed from the Demonkin Baron’s vertical pupils, turning his vision crimson. He could hardly believe what he saw.
The black mist, a special primordial power, was defeated by the dark golden rays, indicating a decisive loss. In the eternal night and dawn factions, only a few legendary primordial powers could achieve this.
Hands emerged from the black mist, tearing it apart! The mist, seemingly alive, screamed in agony, causing the Demonkin Baron to shudder, feeling the same intense pain.
Qian Ye emerged, his battle robe tattered, his armor eroded, and his skin raw. However, since he had won the primordial struggle, these were minor injuries that would heal quickly.
Dark golden light enveloped Qian Ye, and his wounds healed rapidly, the dark magic completely purged. Bone-visible wounds began to regenerate, a speed unheard of in humans.
The Demonkin Baron, suddenly trembling, pointed at Qian Ye, “You, you are not human! A Pureblood, a Bloodline!! Dishonorable…”
At last, he realized the dark golden light was not primordial but blood energy, a high-grade energy that overpowered his innate magic. This blood energy, belonging to the eternal night, was even more resistant to magic than pure primordial.
The Demonkin Baron’s voice cut off as Qian Ye stepped forward, his blade piercing the Demonkin Baron’s core. The Demonkin Baron, his hair standing on end, filled with shock, hatred, and defiance, could make no sound. His eyes dimmed, a drop of black blood seeping from his forehead, and he died.
A drop of his essence blood flowed into Qian Ye’s blade, heavy and intense, boiling the blood in its path, and the dark golden blood energy surged.
Qian Ye exhaled a cloud of smoke, but it was a burst of flame.
Heat coursed through Qian Ye’s body, the essence blood merging with his bloodlines. The blood nucleus pulsed, sending surges of burning gold blood throughout his body.
A sudden itch in his blood nucleus made Qian Ye focus inward, seeing new crystals forming and the nucleus expanding. The ancient essence embedded in his wound seemed to be absorbed.
As the blood nucleus settled, the heat in Qian Ye’s body subsided. Testing his newfound strength, he effortlessly crushed a stone and turned it to dust.
His blood nucleus contracted, and Qian Ye’s consciousness entered a familiar space, the river of blood appearing, and a flood of ancient knowledge surged into his mind.
Above the ruins, Zhao Jundu and Li Kuanglan both paled, looking up at the sky. A mysterious gate seemed to open, pouring down an ancient, desolate, and primeval aura.
This was a presence that made them shiver, cold, powerful, and timeless.
In the Twilight Continent, Harbus’s wine glass shattered, spilling crimson liquid onto his master-made suit. The guests in the hall fell silent, all eyes on Harbus, whose aura had caused a storm.
Among the crowd, an elderly Blood Noble, though only a Marquis, was a loyal servant who had watched Harbus grow. He dared to step forward, “Your Highness, what has happened?”
Harbus looked around, then said, “I don’t know if it’s good or bad news. Just now, I felt the aura of the river of blood, but I don’t know who triggered it.”
The hall erupted into chaos.
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