Chapter 745 - 694 - : Scared to Pee! (2)
BZZZZ—!
At Qin Fan’s furious shout, the Evil Spirit Zen Staff materialized in his hand. The bell at its tip began to tremble, letting out a sharp, jingling hum.
"It’s your turn now!" he said with a chilling smile.
Holding the Evil Spirit Zen Staff, Qin Fan leaped into the air amidst the hundreds of vampires, who were frozen in a state of reflexive, horrified shock. A powerful stream of True Yuan flowed continuously from his palm into the staff. He gave the vampires no chance to react. The moment he soared into the air, he unleashed a mighty, sweeping strike with the Evil Spirit Zen Staff!
Infused with Golden Core True Yuan, the staff felt like a seamless extension of his own body. Before, even the twelve Blood Kings could hardly withstand a single blow from it. How could these vampires, who were even weaker in comparison, possibly stand a chance?
BANG! BANG! BANG!
With the unstoppable momentum of an army-crushing force, the Evil Spirit Zen Staff swept through the air, striking the heads of seven vampires in the blink of an eye. A rapid series of thuds erupted as their heads were blown apart within less than a tenth of a second of one another! But it wasn’t over. Following the cranial explosions, the shockwaves of Golden Core True Yuan released by the staff radiated violently through their bodies.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A split second after their heads were destroyed, their headless torsos erupted with a deep, booming sound. In an instant, seven mists of blood burst into the air. The sweep of the Evil Spirit Zen Staff had utterly pulverized the vampires, bones and all. As the bloody mist dispersed, seven empty tailcoats fluttered down onto the snow-covered ground.
After that one sweep, Qin Fan didn’t pause for a moment. His Golden Core speed was a blur, moving so fast that not even an afterimage could be discerned—he was like a phantom. The Evil Spirit Zen Staff rose and fell, its shadow a reaping scythe. The sounds of thuds and booms echoed nonstop, each one marking another seamless burst of blood mist.
"Fuck! Fuck! Retreat! Quick, retreat!" From another turret of the castle, Earl Geman, who had been stunned into silence for a full three seconds, began to scream hysterically. If this continued, their entire foundation—the very vampires that sustained their lineage—would be completely annihilated in less than a minute! He couldn’t accept such an outcome. He just couldn’t!
"Since I, the Heavenly Venerate, have come today, I have no intention of leaving any of you vile remnants behind!" Qin Fan laughed wildly as he tore through their ranks like a wolf among sheep. With one hand, he swung the Evil Spirit Zen Staff. With the other, he relentlessly unleashed blasts of Qi Force. The vampires who tried to flee at Earl Geman’s hysterical command didn’t stand a chance.
Their screams tore through the Swedish sky. Bursts of blood mist blurred the swirling snowflakes, painting one hellish scene after another. Under the relentless assault of the Evil Spirit Zen Staff, the several hundred vampires were reduced to a mere handful in moments.
"Father, save me! Save me! Save me!"
Just then, a shrill cry of terror rang out. It was Leaman, the young vampire who had earlier survived by using a comrade as a shield against Qin Fan’s Qi Force. He had escaped immediate death, but after watching his companion get sliced in half, he could no longer contain his anguish and began to howl.
"Hmm?" Hearing the cry, a sinister smile spread across Qin Fan’s face. He abandoned his original plan to kill the youth with a single blow. After swiftly dealing with the few remaining vampires, he flashed in front of Leaman and roughly hauled him into the air.
And just like that, following the werewolves, the hundreds of vampires had been totally annihilated. Outside the vast castle, the grounds were a gruesome mess of blood and corpses. The vampires struck down by Qin Fan’s Qi Force were fortunate enough to at least leave bodies behind. Although they were mutilated, it was a far better fate than being vaporized into a blood mist by the staff.
From the moment the werewolves and vampires launched their siege, to the werewolves’ annihilation, and now to the complete extermination of these hundreds of vampires, the entire process had taken less than two minutes. Hundreds of monsters, hundreds of monsters that struck fear across the Third World, were slaughtered by Qin Fan, leaving no survivors.
In Qin Fan’s grasp, Leaman pissed himself, utterly terrified. His former pride and noble arrogance were now nothing but a humiliating joke.
"Oh? Scared the piss out of you?" Qin Fan mocked, glancing down at the trembling man. He descended from the air, and with a flick of his wrist, threw Leaman into the snow before planting a foot firmly on his back. "If I may be so bold, are you two the legendary Dark Giants, the Wolf King and Earl Geman?" Qin Fan asked, tilting his head up slightly to smile at the figures on the castle ramparts above.
"Father, save me! Save me! I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die!" Leaman, pinned to the snowy ground, began to tremble and cry out in panic once more. He stared up at the top of the castle, his eyes filled with nothing but pure terror.
"Useless! You disgraceful piece of trash, you are not worthy to be my son!" Earl Geman didn’t answer Qin Fan’s question. Instead, he met Leaman’s pleading gaze and roared, his voice filled with anguish and rage. An unprecedented gravity settled on his face, along with a trace of faint panic he had not felt in many years. Of course, with his own power, wiping out these vampires wouldn’t have been difficult. But to do it with Qin Fan’s methods, at such a speed—that was something he could never hope to achieve! For a moment, Earl Geman, one of the four so-called Heavenly Kings of the Dark World, felt a sliver of fear.
He wasn’t the only one. The Wolf King felt it too. His lurid green wolf eyes couldn’t hide the tremor running through him. Qin Fan’s strength was not just surprising; it was beyond his comprehension. He had annihilated dozens of his elite Wolf Generals in a single move and then slaughtered hundreds of formidable vampires in a matter of moments. No one in the entire Dark World is capable of such a feat! Absolutely no one!
"Who in the world are you?" Before Qin Fan could respond to the Earl, the Wolf King’s massive form began to rise from the castle’s peak.
CRACK! CRACK!
A series of cracking sounds erupted from within his body as he began to transform. He had no intention of retreating, nor had he ever considered it. Qin Fan had to die, no matter the cost. Otherwise, the utter extinction of the werewolf lineage was all but guaranteed. Qin Fan would never let this grudge end here. The fact that he had hunted them all the way from Huaxia to Europe was proof of his relentless, do-or-die attitude. To put it plainly, a battle to the death was now inevitable.
"Weren’t you the ones who came to crusade against me? Didn’t you boast that if the Huaxia Martial Arts World didn’t hand me over within a month, you would carry out a massacre? Do you still need to ask who I am?" Qin Fan scoffed, shaking his head contemptuously at the Wolf King. He then glanced down at Leaman beneath his foot and said mockingly, "Since your father doesn’t want to save you, I suppose our little game is over!"
After he spoke, amidst Leaman’s hysterical cries of "No!", Qin Fan raised the Evil Spirit Zen Staff. He aimed the bottom end at Leaman’s back and thrust it down with heavy force!
"NO!!!" Earl Geman let out a blood-curdling roar from atop the castle. Though Leaman was a disappointment, he was still his son.
His desperate cry did not sway Qin Fan’s resolve. The staff plunged downward without slowing.
SQUELCH—!
BANG—!
An explosion immediately followed the sound of piercing flesh. Leaman, like the hundreds of his kind before him, was annihilated, evaporating into a fine blood mist that disappeared from the world.