Fred’s loud shout became hoarse and terrifying.
His facial expression was fierce, and his sharp fangs were bared.
This was completely opposite to his usual gentlemanly demeanor.
Xu Zhaopei never expected that a person could hide their true self to such an extent.
...
The blood mist filled the air.
The two blonde beauties, touched by the blood mist, instantly had red eyes and lunged towards Fang Yu with bared teeth and claws.
These were just Initial Embrace level vampires infected by the blood mist, not possessing much lethality.
Fang Yu raised his hand and struck with his palm.
"Great Star Array Palm!"
Boom! Boom!
The two were sent flying, instantly turning into minced meat.
Seeing this scene,
Fred was again shocked.
A simple raise of his hand could destroy two vampires of Initial Embrace Level. This sufficed to prove that Fang Yu was neither a Martial Artist nor a low-level Cultivator.
Fred had once heard from his kind, the Blood Clan of Blood Emperor Level, that high-rank Eastern Cultivators often possessed the power to move mountains and fill seas.
Such an ability was only witnessed by Blood Clans of Blood Emperor Level; they had lived long and had seen Eastern Cultivators fight with their own eyes.
The strength of the Blood Clan lied in individual combat power.
In other words, the Blood Clan was more suited for close combat, just like their arch-enemies, the Werewolf Clan... far less terrifying than the Eastern Cultivators who could wield Gang Qi with a mere gesture and perform drastic changes with a flick of their hand.
But...
Times are changing, society is progressing.
With the decrease of Spiritual Energy thousands of years ago, and its sudden scarcity over a millennium ago, those dreadful Cultivators had long since vanished.
However...
The Fang Yu before him gave off that same feeling.
To fight, or not to fight?
Fang Yu narrowed his eyes and glanced at Fred, saying, "Unfortunately... your companions are all dead... Mr. Fred, have you made up your mind?"
"You, you... don’t come over. You can’t kill me, you can’t kill me..."
"There is nothing eternal in this world... Duke Level Merlin, Marquis Level Carl, have all perished forever on Tiandu Mountain. Even with the Curse Root, it’s hard to withstand the erosion of the Spiritual Energy rich Tiandu Mountain. No evil thing can live under the sun!" Fang Yu said word by word.
"You have not beaten me yet! You can’t scare me..."
Whoo!
His figure was like lightning.
Like a cheetah in the jungle, Fred charged directly at Fang Yu.
Had he not spent over seventy years in the Slow Turning Secret Realm and understood the weaknesses of vampires, perhaps he would have taken Fred seriously.
But now...
Fang Yu was no longer the Fang Yu from before.
Even Ziwei of the Saint Constant Sand Level was no match for Fang Yu, let alone a mere vampire.
"Star Shield!"
"Quintet!"
Five Star Shields.
Like overlapping glass covers, they instantly blocked right in front of Fred.
With a bang,
Fred smashed against the Star Shield.
Fred rebounded backwards and staggered several steps back.
"Lack of Spiritual Energy in Europe...how can you be so powerful in Europe?" Fred’s face was full of disbelief.
The rise of any race is related to the environment.
The Meng Valley tribe of Northern Desert, the vast grasslands nurtured their horse-riding habits and also endowed them with the iron hooves for war.
The fishermen of East Sea, skilled in underwater combat, their excellent swimming abilities allowed them to lurk underwater for prolonged periods.
The Cultivators of Huaxia were essentially due to the Spiritual Energy of this land.
Fang Yu faintly smiled and said, "That’s because you don’t understand Cultivators... or rather, you still do not have a clear understanding of me."
"What Realm are you at exactly?"
"What do you think?"
"Supreme Heavenly Rank?"
Fang Yu shook his head, denying his guess, and said, "Much more powerful than you think... enough talk, let’s not waste words. Are you trying to buy time waiting for your companions to rescue you? Vampires indeed have a sense of each other, but let me tell you, doing this will only lead to more of your kind dying! Because... none among you can compete with me!"
"You’re that confident?"
Fang Yu snorted coldly, stepping down hard!
His entire body shot out like a cannonball, a whirlwind of Gang Qi forming around him.
The whirlwind was a ghastly shade of blue.
Whoosh!
His Dragon Roar Sword swung forth mightily.
Buzz, buzz... trembling intensely.
A colorful Eastern Long Dragon wrapped around the Dragon Roar Sword, bursting into brilliance.
"Dragon Trace Sacred Armor!"
Awooo—
Boom! A thicker Eastern Long Dragon soared and spiraled, smashing the villa’s roof with a loud crash.
Sunlight streamed down from the sky.
This made Fred squint his eyes.
His face filled with utter shock...
His lips quivered, teeth chattering.
Even Xu Zhaopei, who thought she knew Fang Yu very well, was absolutely stunned by the scene before her.
How could a human possibly achieve this?
Meanwhile.
Under the glow of the sunlight.
The Eastern Divine Dragon whirled around Fang Yu, encircling him.
Eventually, it formed a majestic, radiantly shining set of Dragon Trace Sacred Armor!
In his hand, the slender, terrifyingly aura-emitting Dragon Roar Sword also radiated light.
Gleaming brilliantly.
Dazzlingly glaring.
Fang Yu, with his arrogant gaze looking downward, said, "Confidence comes from strength! If you’re not convinced, challenge me... Let alone you, even if the Blood Emperor himself comes, he’d have to grovel at my feet. Whoever makes me their enemy, I will... accompany to the end!"
He staggered a step.
His figure trembled.
Under the immense pressure, Fred could no longer control the fear in his heart and sat down on the ground abruptly...
The red in his eyes faded.
Filled with fear!
In front of such a powerful cultivator, he was truly nothing but an ant.
How could an ant fight against a towering tree?
Fang Yu slowly landed.
Whoosh!
The Dragon Roar Sword disappeared, the Dragon Trace Sacred Armor vanished.
Fang Yu’s gaze fell on Fred, who was slumped on the ground, and he said, "Tell me the location of the Curse Root... and I will spare your life."
Fred trembled all over and said, "Once the Curse Root is destroyed... the Blood Clan will perish..."
"You are mistaken. Why is it called the Curse Root? Have you ever looked into the history of your Blood Clan?" Fang Yu asked.
"Hmm?" Fred’s eyes widened.
"The key lies in the word ’curse’... Your ancestors, their past sins angered a powerful shaman wizard... To punish you, the shaman wizard cursed you to forever avoid the sunlight, surviving only on fresh blood, the only benefit being immortality..."
Fang Yu spoke calmly, "If you cannot live openly and uprightly, hiding in dark corners every day, unable to enjoy delicious food... always accompanying blood, don’t you think that’s a curse?"
Fred was left speechless.
Fang Yu continued, "As far as I know, the Curse Root is an ancient tree thousands of years old... Its roots contain the Source of Curse of your Blood Clan. Destroy it, and your curse will be lifted, and you will become normal humans!"
Hearing this.
Fred suddenly staggered, saying, "Are you... telling the truth?"
"Ha." Fang Yu took off his backpack, pulled out a book from it, and tossed it over, "This is a historical record from Europe, take a good look. At the back, there’s the signature of your Blood Clan, along with a bloody handprint and rune mark, don’t say you don’t recognize it!"
Fred caught the book, looked down at it.
Suddenly, realization dawned upon him.
He trembled uncontrollably, immediately tearing the book apart, exclaiming, "Prince has been deceiving me! The Prince has always been lying to me!"
"I don’t care about your relationship, now, can you take me to the Curse Root?" Fang Yu stepped forward.
After a moment of contemplation.
Fred, for some reason, suddenly exploded in anger and said, "Fine, I’ll take you there!"