eurekapd Chapter 583: Battle Against the Blood Clan Ancestor
Chapter 583: Battle Against the Blood Clan Ancestor
Chen Hudai shook his head, his tender face showing no fear, and golden immortal light of a Nascent Soul Great Perfection surrounded his small body.
"Mom, don't worry. In the face of righteous immortal techniques, evil power gained by consuming human blood is ultimately no match. Today, I will personally deal with this old monster."
As soon as he finished speaking, slow footsteps echoed down the dark underground palace stairs.
Tap...tap...tap.
The footsteps were not hurried, but each one struck the heart of the surviving vampire cultivators.
A moment later, a tall, elderly man walked out slowly.
He wore a dark red, retro aristocratic robe, with long silver-gray hair falling over his shoulders. His skin was pale and almost transparent, and his eyes were deep, dark red, with long fangs hidden inside his lips.
He didn't unleash any violent waves of blood, but just by standing there, he gave people a heavy sense of oppression, as if he had lived for ages and regarded mortals as ants.
He was followed by four bodyguards, all of whom were vampire princes who had lived for seven or eight hundred years.
Dracula's gaze swept over the dissipating blood mist on the square, then looked at the faint remnants of the eight dukes' deaths, his eyes blazing with fury.
He had ruled the vampires for over eight hundred years, and his dukes and princes had always been rampant in Britain. When had they ever suffered such a great loss?
"Eastern cultivators?"
Dracula stared at Chen Hudai, his aged tone full of surprise.
"No wonder they were able to easily destroy the Black Demon Cult and kill eight of my dukes, including Rick. I never expected that the royal family would actually invite an Eastern cultivator, and a child of only a few years old at that."
He traveled through ancient books and learned of the terrifying nature of Eastern cultivators. Their righteous energy naturally restrained the bloodthirsty power of vampires, which was the source of his deep-seated fear.
Chen Hudai put his hands behind his back and looked up at the other party: "You have been hiding underground for many years, directing the Black Demon Sect to cause trouble everywhere."
They roam at night, preying on ordinary people, prolonging their lives by taking lives; their sins are as high as a mountain. Today I have come to put an end to you all.
Dracula scoffed, his face full of disdain: "Little guy, talent is one thing, experience is another. Your Nascent Soul Perfection is indeed impressive, but I have cultivated the Blood Demon Technique for over a thousand years and have long since forged a different path."
Even if you Eastern cultivators of the same realm, I can crush you. My men were defeated because they underestimated me; now it's my turn.
After saying that, he raised his hand and waved it, and the four vampire princes instantly dispersed, blocking the retreat route from four directions.
The four of them simultaneously released their cultivation levels, and a dense crimson mist enveloped the surrounding area, turning the night sky a scarlet red.
Countless sharp, blood-red bat phantoms swirled and howled within the mist, their shrill cries extremely piercing.
"kill!"
The four princes attacked simultaneously, unleashing a barrage of blood-red blades that swept towards Chen Hudai like a torrential downpour.
Each blood-red blade could easily tear apart an armored vehicle, and ordinary superhumans would be instantly cut to pieces upon contact.
Princess Anne, who was standing nearby, was about to step forward to help, but Chen Hudai raised his hand to stop her.
"Mom, I can handle this opponent."
Chen Hudai leaped into the air, his small body charging straight up to meet the barrage of blood-red blades. Thick golden immortal light surged from his palm, transforming into a golden barrier.
Ding Ding Ding Ding!
A series of dense collision sounds rang out as the terrifyingly powerful blood blades crashed into the golden light barrier and melted away completely, leaving not even a trace.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Hudai flashed and transformed into a golden afterimage, shuttling between the four princes.
His attacks were swift and decisive; with each palm strike, a prince's protective blood aura shattered.
"impossible!"
A prince, his face filled with horror, used all his cultivation to transform into a giant blood claw and slammed it down on Chen Hudai.
Chen Hudai's eyes turned cold as he gathered all his immortal power and launched a fierce counterattack.
With a deafening roar, the prince exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist that dissipated into the air.
The remaining three princes were terrified and wanted to retreat back to the underground palace.
"It's too late to run now."
Chen Hudai unleashed three golden beams in succession, killing the remaining three princes.
In just a few minutes, all four princes, who had lived for seven or eight hundred years, were defeated.
Dracula's composure vanished completely, replaced by an extremely grave expression. He had initially thought that the four princes working together would be more than enough to hold off the child, but he hadn't expected them to be defeated so quickly.
"It seems I underestimated you. In that case, I will take action myself."
Dracula no longer held back, unleashing the bloodthirsty power that had been accumulating within him for thousands of years.
Behind him appeared a blood-red bat phantom tens of meters tall, its enormous wings spread wide, and an aura of destruction swept across the entire valley.
The blood essence accumulated deep underground for thousands of years surged into his body, and Dracula's figure slowly grew larger, his skin turned dark red, his fangs grew longer, and he completely transformed into the appearance of a bat monster.
"Millennial Blood Demon Killing Technique".
With a wave of his hand, Dracula sent a giant bat phantom swooping down, bringing a stench of blood and filling the air with a thick, pungent smell.
This attack was his trump card, the one he had used to defeat the superpowered legion formed by the royal family years ago.
Princess Anne, watching the battle closely from a distance, was ready to intervene immediately should her son be in danger.
Despite the overwhelming illusory bats, Chen Hudai remained calm.
He unleashed all the immortal power of his Nascent Soul Perfection stage, and a vast golden light shot straight into the sky, forming a majestic golden phantom of a Daoist boy.
The golden light of righteousness enveloped the four directions, specifically overcoming all evil and wicked things.
"Demons and heretics, break free!"
Chen Hudai thrust his small fist forward with all his might, and the golden-haired Taoist boy countered with a punch of his own.
boom! !
The golden light and the blood-red bats collided violently, and the violent shockwave stirred up a huge gale, blowing the broken rocks around them everywhere.
A piercing scream emanated from the bat phantom, as the millennia-old bloodthirsty power rapidly dissolved under the sweeping golden light.
Dracula suddenly spat out a mouthful of dark red blood, his huge body staggering back several steps, his life force greatly diminished.
He was filled with disbelief that his strongest move, which he had painstakingly cultivated for thousands of years, had been broken by a child who was only a few years old.
"Why? Why is your power so effective against me? Impossible, this is absolutely impossible..."
Dracula was panting heavily, his eyes filled with fear.
Chen Hudai slowly walked towards him: "You rely on absorbing the essence and blood of living beings to cultivate, so your origin is evil and you are naturally restrained by orthodox immortal power. You have relied on your thousand years of cultivation to wantonly harm people, and today is your death day."
Driven to the brink of despair, Dracula succumbed to madness. He pulled out a dark red blood pill, a forbidden artifact he had painstakingly crafted over three hundred years.
Consuming it would temporarily boost his strength, but his cultivation would plummet afterward. In order to survive, he no longer cared about the aftereffects.
"Even if it costs me all my cultivation, I will kill you!"