Old Mo, eating fish in a courtyard house, reigning supreme in Hong Kong.

Chapter 584: Another Battle Against the Shinto Cult

He swallowed the blood pill, and his aura surged again. His eyes turned bloodshot, and the blood mist around him was several times denser than before.

He transformed into a streak of crimson light, baring his sharp fangs to bite at Chen Hudai's neck, attempting to devour his blood essence imbued with immortal power.

By consuming Chen Hudai's blood, he can break through his limitations and further enhance his strength.

Princess Anne, seeing this, prepared to intervene.

"Mom doesn't need to get involved; he's already at his limit."

Chen Hudai spoke with certainty.

When Dracula rushed close, Chen Hudai condensed a final, extremely refined golden light and precisely struck Dracula's dantian.

A snap.

The thousand-year-old blood core inside Dracula's dantian shattered instantly, and the blood energy within his body completely dissipated.

All his strength vanished, and his massive body crashed heavily to the ground, reverting to the appearance of an old man, his aged face filled with despair.

The effects of the banned drug kicked in, and now he couldn't even lift his hand.

"I am not reconciled... My vampire clan has been passed down for thousands of years, and it has been destroyed by your hand."

Dracula growled weakly.

"Having committed evil for a thousand years, their fate was already sealed."

Chen Hudai remained expressionless, a flash of golden light appearing at his fingertips as he pierced Dracula's forehead.

Gaa...

Dracula's body stiffened, and he instantly slumped to the ground with a thud. He was completely unresponsive.

The patriarch of the vampire clan has thus perished.

After dealing with Dracula, Chen Hudai looked into the depths of the underground palace.

There are still many remnants of the vampire clan in the underground palace, including young vampire descendants and old-school vampires who have been hiding deep inside for years, detached from worldly affairs.

Princess Anne stepped forward: "Leave the rest to me."

She raised her hand in mid-air, and a vast expanse of white immortal power surged into the thousand-foot underground palace, sweeping away the remaining vampire members layer by layer.

Less than fifteen minutes later, the vampire clan's presence vanished from the underground palace. The vampire clan, with its millennia-long lineage, was annihilated.

After all this was done, the malevolent aura in the night completely dissipated, and the mountains returned to peace.

Princess Anne reached out and ruffled Chen Hudai's hair, her eyes filled with satisfaction: "My son has done a great job. The two major threats, the Black Demon Cult and the Vampire Clan, have been completely eliminated. From now on, we old England will no longer have to worry about evil spirits causing trouble."

Chen Hudai breathed a sigh of relief, his face regaining its childlike innocence: "Now Grandma can finally govern the country with peace of mind. Let's return to the palace now!"

Princess Anne picked up Chen Hudai, and with a flash of light beneath her feet, she transformed into a streak of light and flew back to the London Palace.

When the mother and son landed and entered the main hall, the Queen, the maternal grandfather, and two uncles were waiting there.

Seeing them return safely, everyone's worries were completely relieved.

The Queen quickly stepped forward and grabbed Chen Hudai, anxiously looking him up and down: "My dear grandson, are you injured? Did the vampire patriarch give you any trouble?"

Chen Hudai raised his head and said proudly, "Grandma, don't worry, I've already defeated that old vampire. The vampires will never cause trouble again."

Hearing this, everyone in the royal family was utterly shocked.

The two dark forces that had plagued the British royal family for a thousand years were completely wiped out in a single day.

The eldest uncle exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "Hu Dai, having you here is a blessing for the entire Lao Ying."

Princess Anne smiled and looked at Chen Hudai, saying, "Alright. The matter is settled. Shouldn't we go home? Your father must be worried."

Chen Hudai hugged his grandmother tightly and said, "You go back first. I want to stay here and play with Grandma for a couple more days."

Upon hearing this, the Queen was overjoyed and patted Chen Hudai's head.

"My dear grandson!"

Princess Anne was helpless.

"Okay, okay, two more days, two more days, alright?"

While Chen Hudai was enjoying himself, the atmosphere on the other side was filled with a murderous aura.

At this moment, the atmosphere atop the main peak of the Shinto sect was so oppressive it was almost suffocating.

After two days of intensive and frantic recall, all the high-ranking members of the Shinto sect who were engaged in business, holding positions in secret, or traveling and practicing abroad returned to the mountain. Not one was absent and not one dared to delay.

The square was packed with people, layer upon layer, stretching as far as the eye could see.

In the very center, the cult leader, Orochi Daikun, wore a purple robe inlaid with gold. His face was ashen, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked extremely haggard and disheveled.

The terrifying scene of the mountain peak collapsing, burying earth and rocks, and creating a cloud of dust for miles around, which Chen Yao punched a couple of days ago, haunted him like a nightmare all night, keeping him awake for a moment.

Having ruled Shintoism for decades, he roamed the secret cultivation world of Japan, believing himself to be incredibly powerful and unpredictable. However, the extraordinary abilities displayed by those six young men and women yesterday completely shattered his decades of self-confidence and arrogance.

Teleporting without a trace, shattering mountains with a single punch, and overwhelming pressure that makes people kneel in submission!

This is a power that earthly cultivators cannot control; it has already touched the realm of gods.

At the front of the square, all eighteen supreme elders of the sects returned to their positions, each with a gloomy expression and a surging aura of killing intent emanating from them.

These veteran masters, who have lived for over a hundred years and are at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, are the true foundation and pillar of Shintoism. They are also the culprits who have been feeding the Yamata no Orochi, practicing evil and wicked arts, and exploiting the common people to amass wealth and commit evil deeds for many years.

Behind them, the thirty-six core deacons, the seventy-two hall masters, and more than two hundred middle-level backbone members all stood solemnly, not daring to breathe.

Last night, Yagi no Taikun issued a death order. Today, the six people arrived. All of them were silent, absolutely obedient, and would not talk back, only seeking to save their lives.

Deep down, everyone harbored an extreme fear, and no one dared to show even a trace of yesterday's arrogance.

"They're here! The spiritual energy in the sky is fluctuating; they've arrived."

One of the disciples on duty suddenly narrowed his eyes and screamed in agony.

In an instant, all the more than a thousand high-ranking members of the Taoist sect looked up, countless terrified gazes fixed on the clear blue sky.

hum...

The air and sky trembled violently as five dazzling white lights tore through the clouds, piercing the vast expanse of sky and descending upon the main peak of the Divine Path Sect with overwhelming pressure.

As the light faded, Chen Yao and her four brothers stood in mid-air, their robes fluttering, exuding an aura of immortality. The six of them were small in stature, yet they suppressed the entire spiritual mountain, causing all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to stagnate.

The thousand or so experts below instantly felt their internal organs churning violently, their cultivation flow blocked, their legs trembling uncontrollably, and a deep-seated fear sweeping over their entire bodies.

"Welcome to our five seniors."

Yagi no Taikun was the first to bow and kneel, his posture so humble that he was practically in the dust, his head pressed firmly against the cold bluestone slab, not daring to have the slightest courage to look up and look directly at her.

Behind him, all the elders, deacons, hall masters, and key members knelt and kowtowed in unison. The voices of a thousand people echoed through the valley, yet there was no imposing manner, only extreme humility and submission.

Chen Yao landed slowly with her four brothers, her white fairy boots lightly stepping on the stone slabs. Her indifferent gaze swept over all the kneeling people, and her clear, cold voice resounded throughout the square: "I have given you two days to recall. Everyone is here, so you are quite obedient."

"This junior dares not be the slightest bit negligent!"

Yagi Daikun's forehead was covered in sweat, and his whole body was tense: "All the high-ranking members have returned to the mountain and are at your mercy. We, the Shinto sect, will accept all punishment! We only beg for your mercy and forgive the lives of everyone in the sect."