CHAPTER 1374: CHAPTER 1374: THE BLOOD CLAN INVADES THE HUSHAN SECT

The Master of Futu gazed blankly at Xiao Zheng.

He suddenly realized he seemed to not quite understand this young man. There was much more hidden within Xiao Zheng than he had assumed.

...

Vlad III stood at the entrance of a valley, holding a cup of fresh blood in his hand, slowly savoring it, and chuckled: "After traveling for a while longer, I should reach the territory of the Hushan Sect. I’m truly looking forward to it."

Upon hearing this, several vampires behind Vlad III all shuddered, their eyes showing a look of fear.

The battles of Vlad III evoked fear even among his subordinates.

Such cruelty, bloodshed, and terrifying methods could become anyone’s nightmare.

No one wished to be Vlad III’s enemy.

This was a consensus among many Western forces!

And now, he, the most bloodthirsty and terrifying monarch among the Blood Clan, was about to ascend Huashan and bloodbath the Hushan Sect.

"Let’s go."

After finishing the blood in his cup, he tossed it aside, the cup shattered on the ground, and Vlad III headed into the valley ahead.

Those behind him hurried to catch up.

However, just before arriving at the valley, Vlad III suddenly stopped.

He carefully examined the valley and then smiled, "Friends inside, hiding so clumsily is of no use to me."

"Hehe."

A faint laugh echoed from within the valley, "One of the most terrifying Blood Clan experts indeed, Vlad III, you are not weak."

Accompanying this voice, a figure appeared in front of Vlad III, a middle-aged man with a robust build.

"Who are you?"

Vlad III glanced up and down at the man, smiled faintly, and said, "Judging by your aura, you must be a Martial Saint. For your inferior Human Clan to reach the Martial Saint Realm is extremely difficult, so each Martial Saint is a remarkable talent, barely... worth remembering."

"Fan Pingyuan." The man responded with a smile instead of anger.

"Fan Pingyuan? It seems that the one who killed Flant was you, wasn’t it?" Vlad III raised his eyebrows, "I didn’t expect that you dared to confront me instead of hiding in Huashan. You are quite bold."

Fan Pingyuan chuckled, "Vlad III, don’t think everyone fears you! Coming to my eastern territory, it would be wise to curb your arrogance."

Once again, Vlad III gave Fan Pingyuan a thorough look, elegantly smiling, "Interesting. You, at the Initial Stage Martial Saint, standing before me are so rude; it seems that I’ve been inactive for so many years that people have forgotten my terror."

Fan Pingyuan extended his hand, and streams of icy blue Gang Qi surged from his palm, forming into a frigid giant sword, the tip sharp, pointed at Vlad III, "Then show me how terrifying you are."

"Heh."

Vlad III shook his head, "You’re not worthy of my hands."

"Beao, leave this man to you."

Boom!

With these words, a person behind Vlad III suddenly burst with terrifying momentum, in a flash, appearing before Fan Pingyuan.

This was a slender-bodied man.

His gaze was cold, like that of a venomous snake.

Even a glance could send chills through one’s body!

"You dare to send a subordinate to fight me!" Seeing this, Fan Pingyuan couldn’t help but grow angry.

Beao spoke coldly, "King considers you significant enough for me to take action."

This was when Vlad III laughed, "Beao, the most outstanding among my descendants, has broken through to a Martial Saint. Although recently, it should be enough to kill you."

"Inferior Human Clan."

"Vile vampire!" Fan Pingyuan snorted coldly, unable to bear the arrogant attitude of vampires treating Human Clan experts as mere ants.

"Make your move!"

"Hehe." Beao sneered, fiercely flapped his wings, flashed to Fan Pingyuan’s front, and suddenly clawed at Fan Pingyuan’s throat.

"So fast!"

Fan Pingyuan was shocked, the attack was ordinary, but the speed was almost beyond the resolution of the naked eye.

"Dragon Capturing Hand!"

Fan Pingyuan shouted urgently, and at this critical moment, formed his palm into a claw, abruptly positioned it in front of his throat, and firmly grabbed.

Bang!

Instantly, he grabbed onto Beao’s wrist.

"Vampires are nothing special." Fan Pingyuan sneered.

"Hehe." Beao, with his arm caught, displayed no sign of panic, and instead, showed a hint of a smile, "Your knowledge of our Blood Clan is still too little. Finger Gun!"

With a shout, swish, Beao’s nails suddenly elongated like sharp daggers, stabbing towards Fan Pingyuan’s throat.

"Bad."

Fan Pingyuan was startled, forcibly releasing Beao’s hand, retreating rapidly to avoid the attack from those nails.

"You can’t escape."

Bei Ao’s voice was icy.

At this moment, he flapped his wings fiercely, rushed towards Fan Pingyuan, then suddenly attacked with both hands, turning into a flurry of shadows.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

In the void, the sound of blades slicing through the wind could be heard, making one’s scalp tingle.

Fan Pingyuan could only struggle to defend himself, continuously using defensive techniques from Hushan Sect to thwart Beao’s frenzied assault.

Bam!

Ultimately, Fan Pingyuan was forced against a cliff, having no further path to retreat.

"Hehe, Human Clan Martial Saints truly are weaklings." Beao laughed loudly.

Then, his gaze suddenly turned cold, a dark, sinister aura suddenly emanated from his body.

"Next, taste the devouring technique of our Blood Clan."

"Bloodthirsty Claw!"

Beao shouted, his fingerprints turned blood-red, like daggers forged from blood, suddenly stabbing towards Fan Pingyuan.

"Ah..."

At this moment, Fan Pingyuan was also enraged.

The proud Martial Saint continuously falling into a disadvantage; intolerable!

"Peace Chaos Sword Technique!"

Fan Pingyuan yelled, his voice resonating like thunder across the skies, then his arm suddenly became entwined with strips of azure Gang Qi like dragons, transforming into a colossal sword of frost with an aura of intense coldness radiating from it.

"Slash!"

In this moment, Fan Pingyuan’s aura became incredibly sharp, as if he himself had become an unparalleled Divine Sword, his eyes radiating intensely sharp momentum. With a sweep of his arm, he swung the Frost Giant Sword.