The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

"They’re here!"

Inside the castle, the Wolf King and Earl Geman shouted in low, grave tones. The next second, they both leaped outward.

Similarly, upon sensing such a violent disturbance from the castle, a host of vampires and werewolves also rushed out.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

Some flew through the air while others bounded across the ground. In an instant, an overwhelming wave of figures appeared, swarming out from all sides of the castle to surround it.

"The one-month agreement has not yet passed, yet you’ve delivered yourself to my door! Haha—!"

At the highest point of the castle, the Wolf King crouched, his four limbs gripping the stone. He looked down at Qin Fan, who was standing leisurely outside the castle, and laughed with wild arrogance.

"Qin Fan, you’ve forsaken the path to heaven and have come knocking on the gates of hell," Earl Geman yelled from a peak on the opposite side, his voice grim and chilling. "You have slain thousands from my vampire lineage! Today, I will feast upon your blood!"

Completely unfazed by the vampires and werewolves surrounding him, Qin Fan simply looked up at the Wolf King and Earl Geman on the castle’s highest peaks and asked with a mocking smile, "Are you finished?"

"Kill!" the Wolf King snorted coldly, letting out a fierce roar.

The next second, the elite Wolf Generals he had brought with him lunged forward. As they charged, their bodies began to mutate. A series of sickening pops and rips erupted from the werewolves’ forms as they suddenly swelled to several times their previous size. Bulging veins burst forth across their mutating skin, and thick, dense fur rapidly sprouted to cover their entire bodies. After their transformation, their faces bore no resemblance to their human selves. Ferocious, beast-like tusks glistened as they emerged from their mouths.

Seeing the werewolves make their move, Earl Geman no longer held back. Although he would have been happy to see as many werewolves die as possible, his hatred for Qin Fan currently burned even hotter than the Wolf King’s. After all, thousands of his vampire disciples had already fallen at Qin Fan’s hands.

"Kill!" A fierce, chilling shout erupted from Earl Geman’s mouth, following the Wolf King’s command.

The next second, hundreds of High-Level Vampires, the elite core of the vampire clan, raised their arms. Like a swarm of bats, they swooped down toward Qin Fan. The terrifying pressure they generated made the very air ripple as if it were being torn apart.

Hundreds of elite vampires. Dozens of stalwart werewolves. At that moment, they had eyes only for Qin Fan. Those in the air dove, while those on the ground charged. Hundreds of pairs of tusks gleamed amidst the falling snow, their cold light enough to send a shiver down one’s spine.

As for the Wolf King and Earl Geman, they did not take action. They held back, intending to analyze Qin Fan’s strength during the assault before striking a decisive, fatal blow. It was the only way they saw to minimize their own casualties. However, they had made a grave miscalculation. Far from minimizing casualties, this decision would become their greatest regret.

He didn’t bother trying to figure out the Wolf King and Earl Geman’s intentions. To Qin Fan, it was completely unnecessary. Whether they joined the fight or not, the outcome was already decided.

His eyes perceived the attacking vampires and werewolves as if he were watching them in slow motion. Qin Fan activated the Prison Suppressing Body within him.

SWOOSH—!

Without warning, a dazzling radiance erupted from him, forming a faint green halo.

Seeing this, the werewolves and vampires cried out in unison, "Watch out for that halo! Don’t get caught in it, or the power will backfire on you!"

Hearing their cries of warning, Qin Fan couldn’t help but frown. Hmm? How do these mongrels know the secret of the Prison Suppressing Body?

But a moment later, a sinister smirk spread across his face. Several days had passed, and no one from the Forbidden Sector had contacted him about this matter. Even Hua Xiaotian had remained silent, not asking a single question. Though he had lived for several hundred years, Qin Fan’s emotional intelligence hadn’t seen much progress. However, the centuries of experience his mind had endured had long since honed his analytical skills to a demonic level.

Only one other person knew the secret of the Prison Suppressing Body: Hua Xiaotian, who had fought alongside him in Japan. Now that the secret was out, the answer was self-evident.

"Interesting," he sneered disdainfully. "Trying to use werewolves and vampires to ensure this Heavenly Venerate can never return to Huaxia, are we?"

In the next breath, his aura sharpened. The Golden Core True Yuan in his body began to surge wildly. His palm, already shrouded in a Green Light, began to turn red.

Just as the werewolves charging across the ground were about to reach him, his expression turned grim.

"Earth Evil Thirty-Ninth Form: Fire Dragon Devouring Wave!"

A hoarse voice burst from his throat. The moment the words left his lips, Qin Fan swung his arm in a wide, semicircular arc.

WHOOM—!

Suddenly, the very air seemed to freeze. The dense Golden Core True Yuan erupted like volcanic magma, and the Qi Force from his sweeping strike coalesced into a raging, coiling Fire Dragon. Beneath the snowy night sky, waves of searing heat instantly washed over the battlefield.

SLICE! SLICE! SLICE!

SLICE! SLICE! SLICE!

SLICE! SLICE! SLICE!

The werewolves about to close in on Qin Fan froze uncontrollably amidst the sudden blast of heat. Then, the Fire Dragon born from his Golden Core Qi Force rapidly formed a circle and tore through them. A continuous series of slicing sounds erupted from the massive werewolves as the Qi Force Fire Dragon rampaged through their ranks.

A breath later, having completed its circle, the Qi Force Fire Dragon vanished into thin air.

However, in the instant it disappeared—

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

A series of thunderous explosions shook the heavens.

The dozens of frozen werewolves exploded before they could even scream. Dark, crimson Wolf Blood erupted into a gruesome rain. The next moment, their lifeless bodies collapsed. On the snowy ground, the corpses of the fallen werewolves formed a perfect circle. Their bodies, torn apart in the blast, showed no signs of life. Their hearts had been utterly minced by the Qi Force Fire Dragon.

This all happened in the blink of an eye.

Dozens of elite werewolves, led personally by the Wolf King, had been annihilated without even touching Qin Fan. Thus, the curtain fell on their famed Undead Bodies, ending not with a whimper, but with shredded hearts and exploding bodies.

The might of the late-stage Golden Core was once again on full display, as Qin Fan proved the invincibility of a Cultivator in this mortal world with a single, group-annihilating strike.

"No... no, how can this be! Impossible! This is impossible!"

At the highest point of the castle, the Wolf King, who had witnessed the entire scene, shook his head wildly. His wolfish eyes, which glowed with a cold, green light, were now filled with nothing but horrified disbelief.

As if hearing the Wolf King’s desperate cries, Qin Fan let out a cold, dismissive laugh.

Then, he bellowed, "Staff, to me!"