Chapter 737 - 687: One Move! (3)
"Oh, speak of the devil?" Qin Fan muttered to himself with amusement, facing the twelve cold auras that had just appeared.
Simultaneously, a dozen whooshing sounds erupted in near-perfect unison. As Qin Fan’s eyes swept over the area, he saw twelve men in blood-red tailcoats materialize. Looking at these twelve obviously high-ranking vampires, Qin Fan couldn’t help but shake his head and smile silently after sensing their strength with his Divine Sense. Without another word, he instantly activated his Prison Suppressing Body.
As the Green Light began to radiate, to the astonishment of the twelve Blood Kings, Qin Fan lunged forward. His fingers, now covered in Green Light, clenched into a tight fist.
"Surround him!" the twelve Blood Kings roared in unison, moving in response to Qin Fan’s lunge. As he charged, the twelve of them swiftly tightened their encirclement. With snarls, their vicious tusks flashed out. Their slender fingers grotesquely lengthened into sharp claws.
"Kill!"
With a great roar, one hundred and twenty sharp, chillingly glinting claws swung wildly at Qin Fan.
In response, Qin Fan merely smirked in disdain. Fighting me in close quarters while my Prison Suppressing Body is active? That’s just a classic case of moths flying into a flame.
Facing the dancing shadows of their cold claws, Qin Fan didn’t even bother to dodge. His clenched fist shot forward, smashing directly into one vampire’s chest.
Damn it, is he trying to take us down with him? The targeted vampire never imagined that his opponent wouldn’t dodge and would instead meet them head-on. This completely unorthodox move left him unwilling to risk a direct clash. He quickly spread his arms and shot upwards into the air.
However, Qin Fan wasn’t about to give him that chance. The moment the vampire took flight, Qin Fan’s fist, having missed its mark, opened into a palm and seized his ankle. With a fierce yank, he pulled the vampire back down. The next second, his other hand bent into a claw. In a flash, it plunged straight into the vampire’s chest!
SQUELCH! RIIIP!
With a stab and a twist, a great mist of blood burst from the vampire’s body. Unflinching, Qin Fan took the spray full in the face.
It all happened in an instant. The vampire with Qin Fan’s claw buried in his chest had no time to scream before the cold, sharp claws of the other eleven vampires finally reached their target, striking the Green Light that enveloped Qin Fan’s body. But the moment their claws touched the light, they could not advance another inch.
"Damn it, what’s happening?!" Shock erupted on the faces of all eleven vampires. They had never heard of, let alone seen, anything like this. A glowing body was normal; after all, they had fought many Superpower Users who could emit some kind of light. But to be unable to retract their claws after making contact? That was beyond their comprehension.
Ignoring their collective cry of shock, Qin Fan unleashed the vast True Qi from his body through the claw still buried in his opponent’s chest. The moment the magnificent Golden Core True Qi erupted from within the vampire, originating from Qin Fan’s hand...
BOOM!
A massive explosion, like a bomb detonating, ripped through the vampire! The next second, before he could even scream, he was annihilated by the blast of Golden Core True Qi, his entire body disintegrating into a cloud of blood. In a sudden burst, the blood mist scattered violently. The vampire had been vaporized, not a single trace of his body or bones left behind.
One move. One of the twelve Blood Kings of the vampire lineage, evaporated into a mist of blood.
Witnessing this unbelievable scene, the other eleven Blood Kings were instantly gripped by an unprecedented terror. To be turned into a mist of blood and vanish in a single move? Damn it! How is that possible! Even Earl Geman doesn’t possess that kind of power!
"Sever our claws! Sever them! Hurry, sever your claws!"
A sudden terror overwhelmed them, and the eleven Blood Kings let out panicked screams. If they didn’t get away immediately, what would happen next was all too clear. Amidst their frantic screams, the eleven Blood Kings pushed their bodies’ power to the limit. Their sharp claws began to extend rapidly with the surge of energy.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
A series of snaps echoed, like a cicada shedding its shell. Very quickly, the sharp, gleaming claws began to lose their luster and break off.
"You’ve come all this way. You’re not getting away now," Qin Fan sneered, watching the eleven vampires who were just about to free themselves. As his words fell, he raised his fist. Wreathed in green light and surging with the power of his Golden Core, it smashed forward.
They were just one second away from escaping. Facing the incoming green fist, the eleven red-clad figures roared hysterically, "No! No! No!"
BOOM!
BOOM! BOOM!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Amidst those heart-wrenching screams, each boom silenced another cry. In that single second, Qin Fan threw seven punches, each pulsing with the power of his Mixed Element Golden Pill. Correspondingly, seven horrifying bursts of blood mist erupted. Seven living vampires were instantly vaporized within those mists. With not even their bones remaining, only their empty, blood-red tailcoats fluttering down were left as a final memento.
The twelve renowned Blood Kings of the Third World’s vampire lineage... In the blink of an eye, eight of them had perished.
"Retreat! Retreat! Split up! Report to Earl Geman immediately!" the remaining four Blood Kings shrieked hysterically the moment they broke free. Not daring to linger, they leaped with arms spread wide, their tailcoats flapping like bat wings as they flew frantically out of the processing plant.
"Trying to run? You think you can escape?" Qin Fan didn’t give chase immediately. He waited until the figures of the four vampires had disappeared from the plant, then smiled with casual disdain. He pulled out a towel, wiped the blood from his face, and then strolled out leisurely. No one locked on by his Divine Sense had ever escaped unless he chose not to pursue them.
Stepping out of the plant, Qin Fan faced the biting cold wind and snowflakes of the English Land. Then, stepping on the snow without leaving a trace, he suddenly accelerated. Amidst the white snow, a streak of light shot forward, a phantom that couldn’t be captured even by satellite surveillance, frame by frame.
A dozen seconds later and over ten kilometers from the plant, a bloodcurdling scream shattered the peace of the nearby residents as a cloud of blood mist diffused into the gently falling snowflakes.
"Three left," Qin Fan muttered to himself. He pivoted and shot off sideways.
Less than ten seconds later, another cloud of blood mist erupted above a residential building.
"Two left." With those words, Qin Fan leaped from the rooftop, swiftly turning back toward the original factory.
"A bunch of mindless barbarians think they can play tricks of misdirection on me, a descendant of Yan Huang? Heh!" Back in the factory, at the center of the recent battle, Qin Fan looked up at the ceiling as he spoke.