Xiang Cong stood behind Yi Mu, wearing a mask that revealed only his dark eyes, refusing any prying eyes.
The clerk read through all the documents and then announced a conclusion.
"The number of human deaths from vampire attacks under the jurisdiction of Prince Tian Gu Ren of J Country is the lowest. On behalf of His Majesty the Blood Emperor, I hereby announce the succession of the next Blood Emperor..."
"etc!"
The greasy middle-aged man next to the Blood Emperor stood up, his stubby fingers holding a cigar, and rose from his chair.
Through the transparent wine glass, Yi Mu watched the other person raise their head and smile, revealing two large gold teeth.
"Your Majesty, isn't this selection of a successor a bit too frivolous?"
Our territories and population distribution are different; the rules established a hundred years ago need to be changed.
His words were met with unanimous approval as soon as they were spoken.
The meticulously made-up lady even nodded in agreement.
“Prince Randolph is right. His Majesty the Blood Emperor must have already devised a suitable plan. Since everyone is here, let’s speak it out.”
The Blood Emperor straightened the wrinkles in his clothes and smiled slightly.
"I don't have any good solutions here. If everyone is not satisfied with the original rules, the princes may discuss and come up with their own satisfactory solutions."
Since he said that, how could a vampire with ulterior motives be humble?
Yi Mu heard a cacophony of voices discussing the matter, but his colleagues remained motionless, seemingly having already devised a plan.
The original owner of this body had a cold personality and never associated with other princes. No wonder they didn't include him in their games. He was truly as lonely as snow.
In no time, a plan was devised: a very old-fashioned martial arts contest.
The principle that might makes right has always been true, no matter where you are.
Someone suggested this, and after a moment's thought, the Blood Emperor agreed.
Immediately, several princes were handed their weapons by attendants: guns, scythes, and samurai swords.
Every prince was prepared, except for Yimu, who was empty-handed and had no suitable weapon.
The Xianyang family sent someone to Xiang Cong's side, their expression inscrutable.
"The head of the family said that whatever weapons His Highness needs, give the order and they will be sent immediately."
Xiang Cong thought for a moment, then whispered something in the man's ear.
The man looked surprised and suspicious. Xiang Cong smiled at him and said, "Go ahead and bring it over quickly."
The servants of the Xianyang family were very efficient; within fifteen minutes, they had prepared the box for drawing lots.
Since the princes have different levels of ability, it would be very unfair for them to choose their own opponents and have a match between the strong and the weak.
Using a lottery system is the fairest approach.
Prince Ren Amaya of J country was the first to step into the arena, facing off against a lean man.
When a prince spars with another, ordinary vampires can't even see the moves clearly.
With his elbows resting on the armrests of his chair and his wrists under his chin, Yi Mu casually watched the game.
The lean man was not on the same level as Tian Gu Lian at all; the difference in their strength was too great. After only a dozen or so moves, the other man was at a disadvantage.
Unsurprisingly, the lean man lost.
Tengu Ren stood still and bowed gracefully to the other party.
The skinny man, looking sullen, flicked his sleeves and left.
The following people were not in Yi Mu's sights, and the fat man from Country A easily defeated his opponent.
His gun was filled with silver bullets infused with holy water; any vampire who touched it would surely die.
Two things that are incompatible with vampires were used openly, and the Blood Emperor didn't even bother to reprimand them.
Yi Mu sneered, thinking that the position of Blood Emperor had probably already been decided internally.
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