Chapter 183: Chapter 182: Hard Battle
"That’s right. The Vampire Clan is a superior race. Is it so surprising that I’ve beco a vampire?" the King of Bai Ting said, gritting his teeth.
"You dare call the filthy Blood Clan a superior race? King of Bai Ting, you have disgraced the Human Clan! You fallen creature, today I will take your life!" Ye Fan rebuked.
"I now possess imnse power and an Undying Body. King of Heaven, do you really think I fear you?" The King of Bai Ting leaped, and in an instant, the entire statue shattered. Amid the rolling dust filling the great hall, Ye Fan struck quickly.
"Before, I only knew how to enhance my own power. But after joining the Blood Clan, I realized there’s a kind of power that is readily available! Die, King of Heaven!"
Amid the dust, the King of Bai Ting threw a punch. Ye Fan imdiately dodged, and the fist shattered the pillar behind him. However, the King of Bai Ting did not cease his assault, charging forward with domineering and irresistible force. Each strike he delivered carried an incredible force.
With his Pure Yang Power, Ye Fan t one of the King of Bai Ting’s punches head-on, imdiately sending him flying backward into a wall.
He pushed himself up, exclaiming, "Impossible! I have the power of the Blood Clan! You can’t possibly be my match!" He couldn’t believe it. He had failed to overco Ye Fan and was instead sent flying by a single blow. He truly could not accept this humiliating disparity.
"Is the Blood Clan truly invincible? I think not!" Ye Fan shouted, landing a punch on the King of Bai Ting’s head.
Dazed, the King of Bai Ting quickly adjusted his movent technique and attacked Ye Fan in a mutually destructive gamble, only to be sent flying once again.
He was a King, after all. In his pri, he would not have been so much weaker and could have put up a fight against Ye Fan, even if he ultimately lost. Unfortunately, he had grown too reliant on the power of the Blood Clan. Though formidable, it was not his own. Moreover, during the day, even under the cover of darkness, the Blood Clan’s power was weakened. That was why Ye Fan had been able to suppress him so thoroughly.
Now, he was gasping heavily for breath as Ye Fan advanced toward him, step by step.
"King of Heaven, as the number one King, you are the first person I have truly admired," he said.
"So what? You’ll still die today!" Ye Fan retorted.
But the King of Bai Ting suddenly burst into wild laughter. "No, you can’t kill ! The enemy you are about to face is enough to drive you to despair!"
Ye Fan instantly realized the danger, but he was still grievously wounded by an unseen opponent and sent flying backward, shattering several pillars. As he climbed up from the rubble, a solemn expression settled on his face.
The Black Prison Duke had appeared, along with the Mad Emperor and the severely injured King of Bai Ting. The three ford a triangle, trapping him in the center.
"So you’re that arrogant King of Heaven?" the Black Prison Duke asked him.
"Indeed, I am the King of Heaven. But I’m not as arrogant as you claim. If you don’t provoke , I won’t bother you," Ye Fan replied.
"Good. I’ve heard you’re the strongest king of the Human Clan. Today, you will rember the na Black Prison Duke! You are a servant with great potential!
"I will turn you into another King of Bai Ting, one who fights only for !" the Black Prison Duke told him.
In the Black Prison Duke’s eyes, Ye Fan had great potential. Once assimilated, he would be another powerful warrior under his command.
But Ye Fan simply said, "You won’t get the chance. Today, I’ve co for your head!"
"And us!" Master Xuantian and the Dark Night Demon Queen appeared. They stord in from outside to fight alongside Ye Fan. The situation was now three-on-three, but Ye Fan knew the strongest combatant present was the Black Prison Duke, even if he could only use seventy percent of his power.
When the Mad Emperor saw Master Xuantian, his eyes filled with shock. They were old adversaries, and he had thought Master Xuantian was long dead. Unexpectedly, he was still alive. If not for Master Xuantian, the Green Emperor Sect would have been annihilated years ago. After more than a decade in seclusion, the Mad Emperor had planned to deal with the Green Emperor Sect after this ambush, but now his old foe had co to him.
"Mad Emperor! Your opponent is !" Master Xuantian declared.
"Just what I was planning! After I kill you, I will annihilate your Green Emperor Sect!" the Mad Emperor roared, charging at Master Xuantian.
The Black Prison Duke was watching the Dark Night Demon Queen with an eager, intense gaze. Her blood was the holy relic he so desired, and his fiery eyes never left her.
Ye Fan said to the Dark Night Demon Queen, "Be careful of the King of Bai Ting. He’s been turned into one of the Blood Clan. If you can, lure him away."
"Alright!" the Dark Night Demon Queen nodded. She then turned to the King of Bai Ting. "You so desperately want my blood, don’t you? If you have the skill, co and take it yourself!"
"Is that so? Just what I was hoping for!" The King of Bai Ting imdiately charged. He craved the Dark Night Demon Queen’s blood even more than the Black Prison Duke did.
Ye Fan then turned to the Black Prison Duke. "It is said that Bloodline Kings have surpassed the limits of Martial Artists. I’m very curious to see just how strong you are!"
"My strength is beyond your imagination, little human. You are destined to beco my slave!" he sneered, walking leisurely toward Ye Fan.
At that mont, Ye Fan moved quickly to attack, but in the blink of an eye, the Black Prison Duke was already upon him. He tried to unleash his Pure Yang Power, but before it could fully manifest, the Duke’s attack landed, sending Ye Fan slamming into a wall so hard that it collapsed entirely.
I couldn’t even resist him. Have they truly transcended the realm of Martial Artists? Ye Fan thought in shock. He had known the Black Prison Duke would strike and had moved to defend himself, but he still couldn’t withstand the blow. Truly powerful.
The Black Prison Duke disdainfully licked his lips. "Too weak. Is this the King of Kings? Your power is a great disappointnt."
"I won’t disappoint you!"
"Pure Yang Power!"
Ye Fan roared, and as he unleashed the technique, the entire castle began to shake from its imnse might. This move, too, surpassed the limits of a Martial Artist.
BANG!
The strike blasted forth.
"Senluo Wanxiang!" the Black Prison Duke shouted.
A black light intercepted his Pure Yang Power. After the Pure Yang Power and the Senluo Power collided, the two forces instantly detonated.
The Black Prison Duke said, "Although your move is powerful, it’s nothing before !"
"Is that so?"
Suddenly, from within the explosive energy, a new, more majestic and refined force erupted and slamd into him.
"What is this—!"
BOOM!
The Black Prison Duke was sent flying backward. This was the first ti he had been grievously wounded by Ye Fan in their battle.
"This power is bizarre!" the Black Prison Duke said. The dissipated power had re-ford, unleashing another kind of strength he had never witnessed before. This ti, he had suffered a loss.
The bones in his chest were exposed, but the blood that flowed from the wound instantly solidified, sealing it shut. Nevertheless, he was injured. Anyone else, even a King, would be on the verge of death after taking a direct hit from the Pure Yang Power. Yet he, on the surface, remained as cool and collected as ever.
Before Ye Fan could react, the Duke struck him with a punch that sent him flying.
"Ugh!"
Ye Fan grunted as his left shoulder was pierced by a sharp Blood Clan blade, pinning him to the wall. The weapon looked like a crimson cross. He looked at the Black Prison Duke, his face contorted in pain.
The Black Prison Duke smirked. "What will you fight
with now? You thought to kill
at my weakest, but you failed to realize that even at my weakest, you are no match for !
"I love watching ants like you scream. But don’t worry, I won’t let you die, because I want you as my slave!"
The Black Prison Duke revealed his sharp fangs, his ancient Blood Clan aura on full display. He had lived for more than three hundred years. In the era of the Blood Clan, he was already considered middle-aged.
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