Throne of Blood slowly stood up straight, turned around, and looked at Qianye standing at the door.

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "I'll fight with you!", then he jumped up and pounced on Qianye like lightning.

However, just halfway through, the blood core pulse of the Blood Throne suddenly stagnated, and the blood energy almost came to a sudden stop. His limbs were soft and weak, and then his body suddenly became dozens of times heavier. As a result, he fell heavily to the ground with a plop.

"You! How is it possible..." Throne of Blood climbed up with difficulty, looking at the ball of dark gold blood that was burning quietly in Qianye's hand, with a look of horror on his face.

"What Metazord and the others can't do, doesn't mean that I can't do it. You did have a very good record in the past, but it's a pity that you are a vampire after all."

The Throne of Blood felt the trembling deep in the blood core, and all the blood energy turned into a semi-solidified state, and its operation was extremely difficult.

He knew that this was because of fear, the instinctive fear coming from the depths of his blood, and the awe of the superior.

In other words, his bloodline has been suppressed by Qianye in all directions, and the strength he can exert now may not be as good as that of the viscount. He finally understands that as a vampire, he is not even qualified to fight in front of Qianye.

At this point, Blood Throne calmed down, looked at the dark gold blood fire in Qianye's hand, with a complicated expression, and said: "If I remember correctly, you are much younger than me, maybe not even as old as me.

A fraction."

"Maybe."

"You are actually able to possess such pure blood and fire, which makes people... jealous." The Throne of Blood let out a long sigh.

Qianye smiled faintly and said: "It is more convenient to suppress the vampires, so I use it. Normally, I usually don't use it."

The Blood Throne gave a long laugh and said: "This is the support of the great king. Even the Holy Mountain is not impossible. But you want to say that this is not your most powerful method?"

"It's really not."

"You can suppress me, but don't try to fool me! If you think I am so easy to deceive, you are wrong. Also, I am not as afraid of death as other immortal species!"

Qianye said: "Well, let me show you what the first drop of blood is in the long river of blood."

"You, what did you say?" Throne of Blood's voice was trembling. The first drop of blood is the source of dreams for all vampires, but so far, no vampire can know what the first drop of blood is like.

But he had an intuition that Qianye was not lying.

Qianye stretched out his hand, and something seemed to appear in his hand.

Throne of Blood rubbed his eyes, trying to see more clearly, but suddenly his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

He didn't know how long it took before he woke up. He felt that his whole body was sore and weak, and he had no strength at all. The blood core was pulsing extremely slowly. When he took a closer look, he was shocked to find that there were tiny cracks all over the blood core, just shy of shattering.

Once the blood core is broken, even the great king will fall, let alone him.

Blood Throne struggled to sit up, but a hand held his shoulder to prevent him from getting up.

"Lie down for a while. If you get up now, your blood core will be injured. Don't blame me if you return to the Marquis."

"Let me get up! That must have been the first drop of blood just now! I know, I have already felt it."

Qianye shook his head, "You just touched a little breath, and your blood core almost exploded. If you really saw it, even if you don't die, your eyes will definitely not want it anymore. If you really want to see it, wait until you become a king.

."

Xue Changhe turned his head, stared at Qianye, and said every word: "You are the first drop of blood!"

"It can be said that it is, but it doesn't seem to be of much use. It may not be able to beat the second drop of blood." Qianye smiled gently.

"Wait, let me calm down first." Xue Changhe closed his eyes and lay on his back. The blood energy in his body gradually accelerated and entered a boiling state.

After a while, he opened his eyes, struggled to stand up, and said: "Your Majesty Qianye, if you give me orders, I will try my best to do it. If you want to punish me for any crime, then I will never surrender even if I am defeated.

.Even if you just wave your fist, it is resistance."

"You used to kill vampires, how could you be willing to do things for me?"

"You are the first drop of blood in the river of blood, and you are the natural leader of all vampires. Even the Queen of the Night will be ranked behind you. Serving for you is a brand engraved deep in the blood core of every vampire."

Qianye said: "How do I know that you are not trying to cover up the shooting at Ye Tong to please me?"

The Blood Throne was startled, lowered his head and said: "At that time, I was also forced by the situation, and I didn't know the identity of Your Majesty Ye Tong. Fortunately, she did not suffer too much harm."

Qianye nodded and stretched out his hand: "Bring it here."

"What?"

"The gun you used to shoot Nighteye."

Throne of Blood hesitated a little, then took out a gun in an old-fashioned leather holster from the suitcase and handed it to Qianye.

Qianye weighed the holster of his gun and said, "Is this the Broken Years?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then I'm leaving, and you continue to pack your luggage. If something happens in the future, I will come to see you again, and maybe I will ask you to move." Qianye waved his hand and turned to leave.

"Will you go find the Queen of the Night?"

"Why not." Qianye's figure disappeared.

Throne of Blood opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. It wasn't until Qianye's figure completely disappeared that he whispered: "I wanted to ask if you could take me with you...forget it, it's useless even if I go, probably

I'm about to pass out before they start fighting."

He returned to the suitcase, rubbed his hands and said, "Okay! Continue to unpack."

After collecting two pieces of clothes, he remembered something: "Your Majesty doesn't plan to kill me anymore, why should I take care of my luggage? Huh?"

Qianye was walking in the void. He threw away the holster of Broken Fleeting Years and weighed the world-famous gun. A ball of light rose up in his hand and he put it in it. Then he saw a pair of light wings emerging from Broken Fleeting Years.

.After a while, the light wings became fuller, while the light on the broken fleeting time seemed a little dim.

Qianye put away the Broken Years, and the original wings unfolded at his fingertips. In those bright and clean wings, he clearly saw his own face. Next to this perfect face, familiar faces appeared again.

face.

There are Zhao Jundu, Zhao Ruoxi, Ji Tianqing, Li Kuanglan, Zhao Yuying, Wei Potian, and more and more faces are emerging. Not only the human race, but also the Blue King, An Wen, and many strong people who have taken refuge in him.

Qianye put away his original wings, and the countless faces on the wings disappeared.

If you want to end it, these things seem to need to be resolved, but if you think about it carefully, it is not necessary. Whether it is resolved or not, it is the same.

Qianye looked into the depths of the void, looking for the location of the Holy Mountain. With just a glance, he narrowed his eyes slightly and felt that the starry sky seemed to become more dazzling.

He frowned, and for a moment he was unsure whether he should go see Anwen first. This genius demon must be more sensitive to changes in the starry sky, unlike Qianye, who had the power of chaos but could not find the starry sky.
Chapter completed!