The distance between them shrank in an instant. Qianye suddenly sprang up from the ground like a panther, sliding and leaping straight into the arms of a third-level vampire, smashing a punch right into the creature’s face!
With that punch, the vampire warrior’s facial bones instantly caved in. Then, driven by the force, his head and body floated forward before flying backwards to the side.
A resounding boom echoed, and the ground beneath their feet suddenly caved in. Qianye shot out like a cannonball towards another fifth-level vampire guard leader. Ignoring the short blade lunging at him, he smashed yet another punch at the vampire’s face!
The short blade pierced Qianye’s chest, but it felt as if it had struck a pile of thick leather, moving with great difficulty and finally getting stuck between the ribs. The guard leader was no slouch either; he raised his left arm to block Qianye’s punch, but the force of the blow sent him reeling backward, and his arm bones groaned in protest.
After advancing to the fourth level and gaining both origin power and vampiric physique, Qianye’s body was now extremely robust, strong enough to overwhelm ordinary sixth-level warriors and fifth-level vampires.
Qianye grabbed the guard leader’s hand gripping the knife, preventing him from escaping, while his right fist and elbow rained down blows like a tempest, each strike heavy as a giant hammer or a mighty axe.
Two of Qianye’s punches shattered the leader’s arm, and one elbow crushed the blood force protecting him. Qianye then stepped to the side and rammed his body into the vampire guard leader with tremendous force!
With a thunderous boom, the guard leader was sent flying, his body contorted into an odd shape. Qianye’s powerful move, combined with the origin power, had already broken every bone in the vampire’s body!
A soft thud sounded as another short blade stabbed into Qianye’s back. The blade pierced through the armor, struggling to enter the muscle, and finally touched the bone.
As if impervious to the blade in his flesh, Qianye seized the vampire warrior’s neck with his other hand, tightening his grip and twisting, breaking the creature’s neck. With the vampire’s formidable constitution, this injury might not be fatal, but it would certainly incapacitate him.
Qianye deflected another short blade and delivered a direct punch to the vampire’s chin. The chilling sound of cracking bone filled the air as the warrior toppled backward.
Qianye moved like a lion among wolves. His punches were as swift as lightning and as heavy as mountains. None of these vampire warriors could withstand a single blow from him!
In a blink, all the enemies around Qianye were defeated. Only a distance away, near the wreckage of the carriage, the blood noble was slowly crawling up. But he swayed, unable to stand steady, and looked at his wound in horror. The mangled half of his body wasn’t a lethal injury, but the black, putrid blood continuously gushing from the wound smelled of death.
Filled with rage and fear, the blood noble desperately summoned his blood force, managing to suppress and eliminate the peculiar, toxic blood invading his body. However, his injuries had become far more severe, and his blood force was depleted, leaving him enfeebled.
Qianye strode over, reaching out to grab the noble. The blood noble angrily met his hand, and the two locked their palms, beginning a test of strength. The ground beneath them suddenly caved in, creating a shallow pit several meters wide!
At this moment, their strengths were evenly matched, but the blood noble’s injured left arm was growing weaker by the second. He roared like a beast, his eyes glowing red in the dark night, and long, sharp fangs protruded from his lips, biting down fiercely on Qianye’s shoulder.
Qianye did not retreat; he simply turned his head, allowing the fangs to sink into his shoulder. As the fangs entered his body, Qianye felt two threads of black, poisonous blood seeping into his veins. However, his dark blood reacted strongly.
Purple blood force surged out almost instantaneously from the ability rune, rushing towards the invading poison, devouring it in one go. It didn’t stop there; it twisted, separating a thin, silken thread of purple gas, which traced the path of the poisoned blood, entering the fangs and surging into the blood noble’s body.
The blood noble’s eyes widened in extreme terror, and he desperately tried to push Qianye away. He could no longer speak, only making incoherent sounds in his throat.
Qianye, of course, would not let go. He continued to grapple with the blood noble and began to gain the upper hand. As the purple blood force flowed back, his eyes filled with a misty red glow, and he suddenly bit into the blood noble’s neck.
Blood infused with origin power flooded in, and Qianye instinctively gulped it down, each swallow causing his blood force to surge and leap joyfully. This was the blood of an eighth-level vampire, far richer in blood force than Qianye’s. Each sip contained as much dark origin power as Qianye’s entire current reservoir.
But after just two or three gulps, Qianye tasted a mouthful of foul, putrefied blood. He nearly vomited, spitting out the rotten blood and pushing away the now powerless blood noble.
The high-ranking vampire was withered, as if decades had aged him in mere moments. He was now completely lifeless. An eighth-level noble should have far more blood force, but he had first been hit by Qianye’s poisoned origin bullet, which had consumed nearly half his blood force. Then, he had ingested the blood laced with purple blood force, and most of his blood had swiftly rotted and died.
Realizing that his blood was now a deadly poison to vampires, Qianye became curious about the origin of the purple blood force. Perhaps when the golden blood force emerged, it would bring even greater surprises.
Qianye quickly circled the battlefield, sending all the remaining vampire warriors to hell. Now, only the ordinary vampires remained in the ancient castle.
He picked up a longsword, removed the vampire’s aura, and poured silver liquid from a pouch onto the blade. He then walked towards the unguarded bronze gates.
Suddenly, a red firework rose from the top of the ancient castle, soaring high into the sky and exploding. Qianye’s ears twitched, capturing the inaudible, sharp sound. This was a warning signal. Soon, the vampire patrol would arrive.
Undeterred, Qianye strode into the castle, where the remaining clan members were gathered in the hall, silently watching him.
In the center, on a sofa, sat a vampire even older than the blood noble, flanked by several elders. Several children huddled at the elders’ knees.
If not for the fact that these people’s pupils were not blood-red, one might have thought they were in a human noble’s living room.
The hall was silent, and the sound of the silver liquid dripping from the sword seemed to beat on everyone’s hearts.
Qianye walked slowly towards the elder in the center. The elder’s face was as expressionless as withered wood, and he slowly said, “Human, you have a lot of nerve.”
Qianye smiled faintly, showing no interest in conversation. Instead, he raised the sword, pointing it at the elder’s throat.
“Grandpa, is this our dinner today? It looks delicious!”
A little girl’s voice rang out, and Qianye felt a pain in his leg. Looking down, he saw a vampire girl, seemingly only four or five years old, biting into his thigh, her tiny fangs sinking deep into his flesh. Through the translucent, ivory-like fangs, he could see two thin streams of blood flowing into her mouth.
The elder’s face showed satisfaction, and he sneered, “You’re done for, human! Even if you kill us, you won’t escape becoming a blood slave!”
Qianye merely looked at the vampire girl and said mildly, “Is that so? This little one is a pure-blood, and her concealment skills are quite good. When she grows up, she might become a noble. What a pity… Little one, don’t rush, take it slow, and don’t upset your stomach.”
As Qianye’s blood flowed, the purple blood force in his body awoke again, leaping from the ability rune and sending a thread of purple gas to the girl.
The girl sucked and suddenly froze, her eyes wide, and she fell to the ground, her body curling up and rapidly stiffening. From her mouth, a stream of purplish-black blood flowed out.
The elder seemed to see the most terrifying sight, jumping to his feet and shouting, “Holy blood! Upper Holy Blood! You are not human! Why?!”
“Holy blood?” Qianye smiled inappropriately, his tone somewhere between statement and question. “But I still feel human…” With that, he thrust the sword straight into the elder vampire’s heart.
The sword, drenched in silver liquid, danced, gently piercing the hearts of the dying or newborn vampires. After a brief scream, the hall fell silent once more.
Qianye quickly traversed the castle, entering the display room upstairs, where he saw many oil paintings and a pair of short guns mounted on the wall. These were force guns of vampire style, their golden grips polished to a shine, clearly very old. Placed in the most prominent spot in the display room, these guns must have held extraordinary significance and value.
The other paintings and decorations were luxury items highly valued in human lands, but Qianye had neither the time nor the capacity to carry them. He took the antique force guns and a bag of crystal coins from a large desk, and left the castle.
Entering the courtyard, the gate was just a few steps away. Hesitating for a moment, Qianye turned and walked towards the estate behind the castle.
The unusual commotion in the castle had alerted the humans. They came out of their houses, standing at the estate’s entrance, looking towards the castle. Many of their faces were blank and numb, and no one crossed an invisible line at the estate’s gate.
To Qianye, these people were not tainted by the black blood, though some were very pale and appeared weak, having recently been bled.
For vampires, drinking warm, flowing blood directly from a living body was a pleasure, different from drinking slightly cooled blood in a cup. But those who had their blood drained soon became blood slaves, useless after one or two uses. Regular bleeding, however, could sustain them for longer, like raising cattle.
Qianye said, “I come from the Great Qin Empire. Anyone who wants to return with me, step forward!”
These kept humans looked at each other, some showing hesitation and struggle, but most stood numbly.
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