CHAPTER 1314: CHAPTER 1314: LUSHAN, MARTIAL SAINT!

"What we’re going to do has nothing to do with you. Get out of here quickly, or face the consequences," Borgia said coldly.

"To make us leave, who do you think you are? A bunch of gutter-dwelling bird-men," Tarbert sneered.

Vampires, due to their race, quite dislike sunlight and generally prefer living in dark ancient castles.

"A group of rude, savage beast-men, indeed lacking in manners, such filthy language," Borgia chuckled coldly.

Werewolves have a character closer to beasts, so their actions are often very violent and crude.

The two sides kept bickering, gradually growing more heated, their eyes glinting with fierce light.

"Vampires, if you stay here, don’t blame us for taking action!" Tarbert shouted coldly.

"Afraid of you?" Borgia retorted.

"Roar!"

Tarbert was furious, letting out a howl to the sky, disregarding his injuries, and entered a combat state, his body expanded a bit.

Whoosh!

He shot up into the air, reaching the highest point before diving down at Borgia, his eyes flashing fiercely, a pair of wolf claws shining with cold light, ready to strike.

His machete had been shattered by Xiao Zheng, so he was now empty-handed.

"All together, take him down," Borgia shouted, flapping his wings, darting towards Borgia like lightning.

Suleiman and Boro closely followed him.

Tarbert was a Martial Saint candidate, while the three of them were Great Grandmasters. In a one-on-one fight, they were certainly not his match.

"All together is better, saves me from having to kill you one by one."

Tarbert’s wolf claws descended, grabbing at Borgia’s wings, the vampires’ greatest advantage being their ability to fly.

Swoosh!

His speed was so fast that only a cold glint was seen flashing by before the wolf claws reached Borgia’s wings, clutching fiercely.

"Do you dare?"

Borgia was a fierce individual, grinned fiercely, not caring about Tarbert’s wolf claws, he opened his mouth wide to bite at Tarbert’s neck.

Seeing those teeth glinting with a cold light, Tarbert’s heart chilled. If bitten by a vampire, he’d suffer serious injuries even if he didn’t die.

"Hmph!"

With no choice, Tarbert could only retract his wolf claws. However, being a Martial Saint candidate, his speed was far superior to a Great Grandmaster.

After retracting his wolf claws, Tarbert, still mid-air, kicked out a leg, a gang qi radiating dazzling light suddenly exploded.

Boom!

The violent shockwave struck Borgia’s body completely, sending him flying.

Yet, Tarbert didn’t look relieved because Suleiman and Boro were now attacking him from left and right.

Suleiman changed weapons, wielding a long spear aimed at Tarbert’s throat. Boro, empty-handed, practiced a vampire’s Secret Technique, pressing his hands towards Tarbert, conjuring a giant blood-red skull to bite him.

"You think you can beat me like this? You’re too naive, haha."

Tarbert laughed heartily, being a Martial Saint candidate, much stronger than a Great Grandmaster. He reached out, grabbed the long spear, and easily snapped it. Then punched the blood-red skull, unleashing violent gang qi to explode it.

Bang!

After all this, he landed, his heavy body causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Roar!

From behind Tarbert came cheers like mountain waves, clearly showing Tarbert had the upper hand in this battle.

Borgia and others flapped their wings, regrouping at a distance, looking very dismayed, unexpectedly suffering a loss despite their combined efforts against Tarbert.

"Vampires, don’t you have anyone decent in a fight?" Tarbert mocked loudly.

Numerous vampires clenched their fists till they clicked, looking extremely displeased. However, there was no help; they lacked any peak experts here.

"Who says my Blood Clan lacks strong fighters?" At that moment, a cold voice came from behind the vampires, followed by a rapidly approaching figure, glowing red in the void.

It was a vampire much larger than the others!

He looked very old, with wrinkles all over his face, but his eyes were sharp, hovering in the air, coldly gazing at Tarbert, exuding a strong aura.

"Mr. Stefan!" Borgia and others cried out in surprise upon his arrival.

Stefan was an esteemed general under Harren’s command, a Martial Saint candidate, slightly weaker than Evil Eyes.

Tarbert was also a Martial Saint candidate, but in terms of sheer power, he was slightly inferior to Stefan.

"Tarbert, you’re too arrogant. Today, I’ll show you the consequences of your arrogance," Stefan said coldly, then suddenly flapped his wings.

Swish!

He darted to Tarbert as swiftly as lightning, extending a hand towards Tarbert’s heart.

Tarbert felt a chill, roaring and using his wolf claws to strike Stefan. But it was too late; with a swoosh, Stefan’s hand pierced Tarbert’s chest, blood splattering.

Both were Martial Saint candidates, although there was a gap in power, it shouldn’t be this large. However, Tarbert had previously fought Xiao Zheng, been hit and severely injured, so now facing the flawless Stefan, he stood no chance.

Tarbert’s eyes glinted with terror, facing imminent death as Stefan prepared to crush his heart, when suddenly a cold snort echoed like muffled thunder.

"Are vampires all opportunistic scoundrels?" Accompanying these words, a cold light rapidly shot towards Stefan’s heart.

Carrying a fierce killing intent, the cold light caused the temperature to drop slightly where it passed, chilling everyone.

Stefan’s hair stood on end; without dodging, this strike might severely injure him, forcing him to retreat abruptly.

Boom!

The cold light struck the ground, generating a massive roar, leaving a giant pit seven to eight meters deep, shocking everyone’s scalp with its terrifying power.

Tarbert was overjoyed, quickly turning around to see a Werewolf Elder stride up, hands behind him. He seemed indistinguishable from an ordinary old Werewolf, hard to imagine the attack was from him.

"Lushan!"

Tarbert exclaimed in delight.

Lushan was a highly powerful figure among the Werewolf Elders, considered one of the Werewolf Clan’s peak experts, second only to Rob III and a few others who could firmly keep him in check.

Lushan nodded at Tarbert, then looked at the vampire Stefan, a cruel smile lifting on his lips, "Stefan, we meet again!"

Stefan’s voice was equally cold, "I didn’t expect you haven’t died of old age after so many years."