Bang.
Bang bang!
His fists, having spent seventy years in the slowly rotating secret realm, were cocooned with calluses despite being protected by Gang Qi over years of constant use and occasional non-use.
A punch for each one.
Each punch held the power to pierce through their chests.
The scene was extremely shocking.
Blood was everywhere, as well as severed limbs and broken bodies.
Fang Yu’s gaze was cold and stern – killing was not my intent, but I was forced to do so.
Seeing even the vampires of Prince Level unable to touch Fang Yu,
The Blood Emperor’s brow furrowed slightly, pondering in secret. He wasn’t worried about these subordinates, as they would come back to life after a while.
However...
Once everyone fell,
Who would protect the Curse Root?
Of course, the Blood Emperor wouldn’t let such a situation happen, he immediately commanded: "Blood Clan below the Prince Level, all retreat... Princes and above, all enter the second form."
"Yes!"
The second form?
Fang Yu was startled, as there was no record of this second form in the ancient texts of the Taia Sect.
But he wasn’t about to be scared of them either.
Sure enough—
Those Blood Clan at the Prince Level began to slowly converge.
Their eyes started to redden gradually.
At this moment, Fang Yu witnessed a miraculous phenomenon, the dim black power surrounding the ancient trees like ink, slowly entered their bodies.
Their bodies started to swell immediately after.
Fang Yu suddenly remembered the battle with Carl at Tiandu Mountain.
These vampires were stronger than Carl.
Back then, defeating Carl took a lot of effort, mainly because Carl had absorbed Ziwei’s energy.
What if these Prince Level vampires absorbed the energy of Cultivators? What then?
Before long,
The bodies of these vampires had stabilized, bulkier, and more terrifying than before.
Boom, boom, boom...
Each step their feet moved, the ground trembled along.
Seeing this scene.
Xu Zhaopei warned: "Fang Yu... I’ll hold them off, you retreat first!"
"Retreat?"
"They are very strong right now, I have Ordinary Blood, I am not afraid of them, no matter how they change, they are all ordinary in front of me! On the other hand, you cannot win, retreat quickly!" Xu Zhaopei commanded.
"Oh, you care about me so much?" Fang Yu smiled with narrowed eyes.
"What nonsense are you talking about? This isn’t the time for flirting!" Xu Zhaopei glared.
"Sigh... Peipei, you still don’t understand me after all!"
Fang Yu’s words echoed around.
The voice was calm and soft, yet it carried an intangible Magic Power.
"Taia’s Record mentions, vampires sustain on blood and fear three things in time: one, the sun; two, silverware; three, Vast Righteous Energy! All three, in essence, symbolize sunlight, Yang... I possess the Supreme Yang Body, cultivating the Vast Righteous Energy. Even though the sun is obscured by branches and leaves, it doesn’t stop me from becoming their nemesis!"
Zing!
The Dragon Roar Sword appeared in hand.
This time, the Eastern Divine Dragon on the blade appeared much thicker.
Coiling around the blade, eerie and terrible.
The Blood Emperor, with his extensive knowledge, immediately recognized the extraordinariness of the sword, exclaimed: "Be careful with the sword in his hand..."
"Yes!"
Blood Clan of Prince Level, when injured, could recover at a rate visible to the naked eye.
A totally different level concept compared to before.
"A bunch of ants, daring to shake the great tree!"
Fang Yu directly leaped into the air.
Under everyone’s gaze, he swung the Dragon Roar Sword in his hand.
"Great Sumeru Sword Technique!"
"Octave!"
Eight streams of sword light, bursting with dazzling brilliance, slowly descended.
Although they seemed to move slowly, even clumsily, the area covered by this move was extremely vast.
Those royals of Prince Level from the Blood Clan, feeling the tremendous pressure brought by this powerful sword move, all had drastic changes in their expression—
"He comes from the Ancient Times, he comes from the Ancient Times... Blood Emperor, he is an Ancient Cultivator!"
Cultivators from different eras exhibit vastly different combat strengths.
During the Ancient Times, when Spiritual Energy was abundant, even an ordinary Cultivator could be an object of great envy.
The Blood Emperor knew all too well what this move signified.
Back in the day, he spent decades in Huaxia and only narrowly mastered the Magic cultivated by Eastern Cultivators; thousands of years have passed, and he has become a Blood Emperor.
He was acutely aware of the formidability of Ancient Cultivators.
The destructive force that came from the Ancient Ones was indelibly etched in his memory.
"Retreat!" the Blood Emperor bellowed loudly.
The remaining royals quickly backed off.
Those heavily injured royals lay on the ground, slowly waiting for their wounds to recover.
As for Xu Zhaopei, she was handling the Blood Clan who wanted to kill her with ease.
Ordinary Blood, transforming all opponents into mere humans—the capabilities brought forth by this blood were truly astounding.
The Blood Emperor, staring intently at Fang Yu, said:
"Ancient Cultivator... Now that you’ve come, this sovereign need not hide any longer... Today, you and your friend will both become nourishment for this Curse Root!"
Having said that.
The eyes of the Blood Emperor turned red as he commanded: "Fusion!"
Whish whish whish...
The surrounding eight royals, including the flesh chunks that were sliced by Fang Yu.
Also began to slowly converge towards the Blood Emperor.
Fang Yu was taken aback and marveled inwardly: "Is there actually such a move?"
Suddenly.
Fang Yu felt the changes coming from the Blood Emperor.
The aura, the breath of energy, all were skyrocketing in a geometric explosive growth.
The whole process lasted only a few minutes.
But the aura of the Blood Emperor had undergone an earth-shattering transformation.
"Danger!"
Xu Zhaopei, witnessing this scene, immediately came in front of Fang Yu. She positioned herself horizontally as a shield.
The Blood Emperor looked disdainfully at Xu Zhaopei and commanded left and right: "Shoot her dead with guns... She has the Ordinary Blood, but she can’t withstand modern weapons!"
"Yes!"
Someone appeared on the city wall with a machine gun in hand.
Pointing it at Xu Zhaopei, they pulled the trigger repeatedly with a bang bang bang.
Fang Yu grabbed Xu Zhaopei’s small hand and said: "Let me do this—Heavenly Venerate Seal!"
With a single slap of his hand.
A mighty handprint flew out.
The torrent of bullets, bang bang bang, hit the handprint.
Then, Fang Yu with a stern look in his eyes looked at the Blood Emperor and declared word by word: "The Blood Emperor, is it? Today, let’s have you thoroughly recall what Ancient Battle Technique is!!"
Fang Yu leaped into action.
Striding forward with the Seven Stars Cloud Gathering Steps... like a shadow, now left, now right.
A seven-colored Divine Dragon appeared in the Dragon Roar Sword in his hand, continuously coiling around.
"Lin."
Fang Yu uttered a word in a low voice, and the Dragon Roar Sword in the air buzzed as if summoned, a streak of Sword Light appeared.
"Soldier."
The second Sword Light shone, and the cloudy sky started to disperse. The ancient trees began to sway!
"Fight."
"Zhe."
"Jie."
"Array."
"Lie."
"Zai."
"Qian."
In one breath, he executed the Nine-character Mantra Sword Seal with the Magic Seal Sword Skill.