The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

Europe.

Qin Fan’s first stop was not Russia. Instead, he chose Britain. Walking the streets of Britain in the cold, snowy weather, he seemed like an outsider in his thin athletic wear. Compared to the burly men who were all wrapped up tightly, the slender Qin Fan didn’t even shiver.

"Chinese?" a middle-aged man with a hooked nose, sniffling from the cold, suddenly stopped as he brushed past Qin Fan.

"Can I help you?" Qin Fan asked, one hand tucked leisurely into his pocket as he smiled casually.

"Aren’t you cold?" The man with the ruddy nose reached out to touch Qin Fan’s thin clothes, even more astounded.

"Chinese Kung Fu," Qin Fan quirked his lips playfully and blurted out the phrase.

"Chinese Kung Fu? Oh my God! Good! Good! Good!" Hearing the words "Chinese Kung Fu," the man’s eyes lit up as he exclaimed in admiration.

Qin Fan just smiled and shook his head, saying nothing more. He continued on his way, his steps relaxed and unhurried. For a Cultivator, what were cold and heat? Such things were practically nonexistent.

Amid the many sidelong glances, Qin Fan walked indifferently into a sparsely populated jazz pub on the side of the road. Looking around, the large pub had very few customers. Most of the staff were lazing about with their legs crossed, staring at the ceiling as if contemplating life.

"Asian kid, what’ll you have?" a voluptuous woman with sultry looks approached Qin Fan the moment he stepped inside.

"I’ll have blood," Qin Fan replied bluntly.

"What?" As his words fell, the woman immediately became alert. A cold, desolate killing intent crept onto her face.

"Blood. The kind you Vampires drink," Qin Fan said, indifferent to the sudden surge of deadly intent.

"Shit! Who the hell are you?" The woman took two steps back, her voice rising in alarm.

At the same time, everyone in the jazz pub stood up. The hidden electronic gate was triggered, its automatic lock slamming shut instantly.

BOOM!

As the gate slammed down, the pub was plunged into darkness. Only the rotating colored lights swept glaring beams across the room.

"Kill him!" the woman who had spoken to him shrieked, her lips trembling as she stared at the composed Qin Fan.

However, before anyone in the pub could move, the instant her words ended, Qin Fan’s ghostly figure shot forward. Under the sweeping lights, a figure moving at meteoric speed darted around the pub, making two swift rounds.

HISS! HISS! HISS!

The dozen or so people in the pub, including the woman, suddenly froze like statues. The very second Qin Fan stopped, mists of blood burst from their bodies silently and without warning. Dozens of bloody jets erupted violently from their bodies, splattering against the ceiling.

He indifferently brushed off his clothes. Thanks to his clever positioning, not a single drop of blood had touched him, and he walked out the back door without a single glance back.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The moment he left, the dozen or so bodies in the pub crashed to the ground. As all their blood drained away, their mummified forms were shockingly revealed. Even more terrifying, each desiccated corpse bore tusks that had lost their luster in the darkness. Even in death, these low-level Vampires had no idea what had happened.

Leaving through the back door of the jazz bar, Qin Fan had no interest in sightseeing in London. Following the vampiric aura with his Divine Sense, he continued his leisurely stroll under the snowy sky. When his youthful Asian face appeared in an illegal underground casino, several Black men immediately stepped forward to block him. "Hold it. What are you here for?"

"Ah, to kill people," Qin Fan replied with a faint, innocent smile.

"Fuck—!"

The word had barely left the man’s mouth when his voice was abruptly cut off. With a mere wave of Qin Fan’s hand, the men all clutched their throats, their pupils constricting. From between their fingers, sprays of garish blood burst forth, impossible to contain. Without even a chance to make a final sound, they all crashed thunderously to the ground.

Tossing aside a thin blade, Qin Fan stepped inside, the corners of his mouth turned up in a casual smirk. He weaved through the gambling tables filled with cursing and shouting, ignoring the frantic gamblers as he strode boldly toward a room in the back of the casino.

"Stop! This isn’t a place for you!" a white man with a sinister gaze shouted sternly before Qin Fan could reach the door to the final room.

Done with wasting words, Qin Fan flicked a playing card he had picked up from between his fingers.

SWOOSH—!

Carrying a reaping killing intent, the card embedded itself deep in the white man’s neck before he could even react. Clutching his throat as a mist of blood erupted, the man’s features twisted in agony. He ultimately collapsed without a sound.

Stepping over the man’s body, Qin Fan, completely unconcerned about being detected, easily found his way to the side and twisted the doorknob.

"Who is it?" Hearing the door open without a knock, several men and women rolling around on a bed stopped and turned to shout angrily.

"Qin Fan. The one you Vampires have a vendetta against," he said with a smile, playfully eyeing the debauched scene.

"It’s you!" the naked men and women shouted reflexively.

However, before they could make another sound, Qin Fan leaped forward. In a single bound, he Flashed onto the bed. The True Qi from his Golden Core surged within him. With a disdainful smile, he brought down a vicious hand chop in a wide arc. The boundless Vast Energy immediately constricted around the entire room.

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

As the Qi Blade fell, three men and women who failed to react in time were instantly cleaved in two.

"Oh no! Damn it, damn it!" Seeing this, the other Vampires who had narrowly escaped screamed in terror.

"Your brethren will be joining you soon enough," Qin Fan said with a light chuckle, turning to look at the Vampires cowering in the corner, unable to even think of resisting.

With that, a phantom afterimage swiftly circled before their eyes. The next second, no one could speak. Ghastly, bleeding holes appeared on the Vampires’ bodies. Gushing like springs, their blood dyed the entire bed red in the blink of an eye. By the time Qin Fan turned to leave, they had all collapsed, shriveled like mummies with their tusks exposed.

***

Moving through London day and night, Qin Fan’s reaping was like the soul-snatching of a phantom. Schools, hospitals, residential areas, the Central Business District, the streets, entertainment venues, and brothels—he left his footprints in countless places.

In two days, according to official reports, over five hundred people had died in bloody incidents. Five hundred murder cases in just two days! What did a number like that even mean? The London authorities could no longer sit idly by. Armed police blockaded the entire city.

However, after two days of reaping, Qin Fan had already appeared in Manchester. The slaughter, guided by the scent of Vampires, began anew. Countless low- to mid-level Vampires were like ants before him, unable to even struggle before being reduced to blood-drained, desiccated corpses. Following London, the turmoil that erupted in Manchester captured the world’s attention.

Racing against the clock, nearly four days passed. The only clue the British authorities had was that the perpetrator had an Asian face. Other than that, they were completely in the dark.

While Qin Fan continued to wreak havoc across the English Land...

「Sweden.」

Inside an ancient castle built in the style of Ancient Rome, various antique candles burned brightly. The swirling candle smoke filled the dark interior, emitting a suffocating aura. This was the headquarters of the Vampire clan.

"My lord, there’s a problem!" a middle-aged man in a tuxedo rushed in from outside. He knelt on one knee before a man lounging on a sofa in the main hall.

"Mm, what is it?" the man asked softly, his lazy voice filled with an air of nobility.

"Qin Fan has entered England!" the tuxedo-clad man said through gritted teeth, his voice a mixture of dread and trepidation.

Hearing this, the man slowly turned and sat up straight. Staring at the middle-aged man, he asked calmly, "When?"

"Four days ago! He has been slaughtering our kind for four days straight! During that time, the death toll among our low- and mid-rank Vampires has reached seven to eight hundred!" The middle-aged man’s body was visibly trembling as he spoke.

"And you just let him reap for four days?" the man chuckled, his handsome face breaking into a sinister smile.

"My lord, he was only targeting the low- and mid-rank Vampires, most of them inconspicuous members! The reports from below only just came in. It was only after tallying them that we realized the numbers had reached this scale!" the man in the tuxedo explained.

"Hmm, so what should we do next?"

"My lord!" At the man’s attitude and question, the tuxedo-clad man trembled violently again, his words catching in his throat.

"Can you track his whereabouts?" the man asked indifferently, ignoring his subordinate’s terrified state.

"My lord!" Faced with such a question, the middle-aged man’s face turned deathly pale. He could only gulp, his terror palpable. If he could have tracked Qin Fan down, would he have dared to waste time coming here to report?

"Useless! What use do I have for you?!" One moment he was calm and composed, but the instant the middle-aged man let out that terrified gulp, a shadow flickered. The next second, his slender fingers had lifted the kneeling man off the ground. "By my command, summon the twelve Blood Kings! They are to initiate a lockdown and manhunt across the entire British Isles immediately! I want to hear good news from you within twenty-four hours!"

His cold voice thundered as he violently flung the man in the tuxedo outward. Thrown like a kite with a snapped string, the man flew backward, crashing onto the grounds dozens of meters outside the castle. The sickening crackle of breaking bones filled the air.

"Yes, my lord!" Scrambling to his feet, the man in the tuxedo knelt toward the castle gate and shouted, the panic in his chest finally subsiding. Without another word needed from his master, his broken bones began to mend on their own. He hurriedly stood and ran off.

At the same time, on the English Land, Qin Fan’s reaping continued. After London and Manchester, he had moved through several more cities in just a few hours.

Beneath the dim night sky, inside an underground processing plant, he looked at the more than a dozen tusked corpses on the ground. "One thousand one hundred and thirty-two," he mused to himself. "Vampire clan, it’s been nearly a hundred hours. Is this really all you’re capable of? You can’t even track this Heavenly Venerate?"

However, just as his voice faded, twelve chilling auras suddenly surged forth without any warning.