Chen Nan's sudden appearance surprised all the powerful figures of the Blood Race.
Did an airplane fly overhead?
Why was this person falling from the sky?
Why wasn't he wearing any protective gear?
Could he have been hiding on top of the ancient castle all along?
Hopkins Maxson looked at Chen Nan, his gaze extremely cold: "You've finally appeared."
Chen Nan lit a cigarette: "You know I exist?"
Hopkins Maxson sneered: "The death of Morgan Duncan spread rapidly throughout the Western cultivation world. It's obvious someone was secretly fanning the flames."
"The purpose of doing this, besides the Liangzhou Ding from the Eastern world, I can't think of anything else."
Morgan Blair was furious: "You mean we were manipulated?"
Norton Scott looked angrily at Aiden III: "Tell me, who killed Morgan Duncan?"
They had initially thought the Aiden family had instigated the killings between the two great families.
Now it seemed.
Things were not as they had imagined.
Norton Henry recognized Chen Nan and said: "Grandfather, when I accompanied Morgan Duncan to Claude's ancient castle, I saw this Eastern man."
"I found it strange at the time. Morgan Duncan had just entered Claude's ancient castle, but why didn't he show up when our people appeared?"
"Now, I understand the truth."
"Before I entered, Morgan Duncan was already killed."
"Did you kill my son?" Morgan Blair bared his teeth at Chen Nan, his black pupils giving off a chilling aura.
Chen Nan smoked his cigarette: "The Liangzhou Ding is the supreme divine artifact of our Eastern world. You are not worthy of coveting it."
"Anyone who dares to covet it will die!"
"I will kill you to avenge my son," Morgan Blair roared, appearing before Chen Nan in an instant like a blur.
And at this very moment.
Chen Nan moved.
He threw a punch!
*Pfft!*
Morgan Blair spat out blood and was sent flying backward.
He fell heavily to the ground like a dead dog.
He vomited shattered internal organs.
With mere physical strength alone.
Chen Nan heavily injured a powerful figure of the Blood Race with a single punch.
But at this moment.
Morgan Blair appeared behind Chen Nan like a ghost, silently.
His dark red fangs were incredibly sharp.
He intended to turn Chen Nan into his servant.
After all.
The Blood Race had been manipulated by him this time, losing many experts.
Therefore.
Only by turning Chen Nan into his servant could he vent his murderous intent.
"Not good!"
Just as he was about to bite Chen Nan's neck.
Chen Nan felt a strong sense of crisis.
He instinctively dodged his head to the side, avoiding Morgan Blair's bite on his neck.
And at this moment.
Norton Henry and Aiden III, two Blood Emperors, also attacked.
The strength of a Blood Emperor was terrifying.
Their figures were like phantoms.
Just as he was preparing to face the two of them.
The crisis from behind struck again.
It was so fast that he had no time to react.
He could even smell the stench of blood from Morgan Blair's mouth!
"This is it!"
Chen Nan's mind went blank.
The opponent's speed was too great, leaving him powerless to resist.
Suddenly!
He felt a slight tap on his neck, like a mosquito bite.
Then···
Morgan Blair let out a hysterical scream!
He clutched his mouth, blood flowing from between his fingers.
It looked gruesome.
He looked at Chen Nan as if he had seen a ghost: "Are you human or a ghost? Why is your neck so hard?"
The others also widened their eyes.
Their mouths were so wide they could have swallowed an ostrich egg.
Because.
They had clearly seen that when Morgan Blair bit Chen Nan's neck.
His four sharp fangs had broken.
Yes.
Morgan Blair's teeth had broken.
And flew far away.
This made them find it unbelievable.
After all.
The fangs of a Blood Emperor were incredibly sharp, capable of biting through steel.
But who would have thought this man's neck would be so tough?
Chen Nan looked at Hopkins Maxson with a hint of surprise, sighing lightly: "Your teeth breaking, I didn't expect that."
"You should pay attention to oral health, take care of your teeth."
"Do you need me to recommend a toothpaste?"
"There's a good toothpaste in our country, 'Eat whatever you want, hot or cold, sour or sweet.'"
"After using it, your mother won't have to worry about your teeth breaking again."
"You... are you a devil?" Morgan Blair had lived for over three thousand years.
For the first time, he felt fear.
"You are no match for him. Let me represent justice and slay him!" Hopkins Maxson spurred his horse, and the magnificent steed moved towards Chen Nan!
*Ching!*
At the same time.
Hopkins Maxson also drew his long sword from its sheath.
The sharp blade exuded a chilling aura.
As this sword emerged.
All the powerful figures of the Blood Race retreated.
The sword emitted a faint white halo.
That was holy power!
The bane of the Blood Race.
Even though the Blood Race had incredible regenerative abilities, if they were struck by this sword.
They would instantly die a gruesome death!
Hopkins Maxson's eyes were cold, and he exuded a powerful aura: "Cultivators from the Eastern world, to commit evil in my Western world."
"Do you think my Western world has no strong individuals?"
"I don't know about strong individuals, but you are clearly not one," Chen Nan said nonchalantly, smoking his cigarette.
Hopkins Maxson's warhorse suddenly increased its speed, and he raised his long sword: "Die!"
Chen Nan's body trembled.
A ball of flame, like a sprite, leaped into existence in his palm!
Then.
He casually waved his hand.
*Whoosh!*
The flame flew through the air.
Swiftly as lightning, it shot towards Hopkins Maxson!
"Damn it, you're a mage?"
Hopkins Maxson exclaimed, goosebumps rising all over his body.
He instinctively raised his long sword to block in front of his chest.
The next moment!
The flame appeared on the sword.
The terrifying power felt like being hit by a truck.
It drew an elegant arc in the air, then fell heavily to the ground.
The scene was deathly silent.
Everyone stared with wide eyes.
They felt an invisible hand gripping their throats.
With a mere thought from that person, their necks could be snapped, and they could die instantly.
Including the ten Holy Knights of the Church of Light.
Although they wore masks and their expressions were hidden.
Yet, a wordless shock arose in the hearts of the ten men.
Mages were revered beings in the Western cultivation world.
Even in the entire Western cultivation world, they were few in number.
But.
Who would have thought.
A man from the Eastern world actually wielded magic?