A large, obese person cannot wield a dagger skillfully.
However, if the dagger has its own consciousness, then the problem facing Yimu will be very difficult.
Xiang Cong observed the situation on the field. After the opponent unleashed the dagger, Yi Mu was clearly falling into a more disheveled state.
No matter how strong his own abilities are, he can't compare to a dagger that's like a cheat code.
Xiang Cong placed his hand on the telescopic baton at his waist. If that fat man dared to kill Yi Mu, he would make him know what it meant to wish he were dead.
Since becoming a vampire, there has never been anything that Imu has a deep-seated fear of.
This dagger is too strange. Although he infused his fan with his spiritual power, it was clearly no match for this thing.
Sweat beaded on Yi Mu's forehead; he could feel that the fan in his hand wouldn't last much longer.
The ivory fan handle was originally very hard, but it was clearly no match for the evil daggers that surrounded him and seized the opportunity to get close.
The fan handle emitted a buzzing sound and shattered in the middle after colliding with the dagger once again.
Having completely lost his weapons for self-defense, Yi Mu found himself in a difficult situation.
Xiang Cong drew the telescopic baton from his waist and pulled it out from both ends with his hands.
The 20-centimeter stick instantly transformed into a longsword over a meter long, its entire surface covered with sharp, blood-sucking grooves.
Xiang Cong flashed into the arena, deflected the dagger with his sword, and shielded Yi Mu in his arms.
His appearance was abrupt, and with only an unassuming weapon, he deflected the incredible dagger.
The Blood Emperor suddenly opened his half-closed eyes and stared intently at Xiang Cong.
The dagger, which had been deflected, hovered in the air for a moment, then, as if suddenly injected with adrenaline, charged towards the cong thorn like a madman.
Xiang Cong coldly curled the corners of his mouth, flipped his long sword, pressed the dagger down heavily with the back of the sword, stepped on the dagger with his leather boot, and thrust the tip of the sword fiercely into the dagger.
The legendary, invincible dagger was shattered in two with just one strike.
The composed Blood Emperor rose from his seat, his old face filled with fear.
He saw a familiar figure in the masked man.
No! Impossible!
He should be lying under a heavy coffin lid in the basement right now, how could he possibly be here?
With his dagger destroyed, Randolph's hopes were fading, but he was not about to give up.
Struggling, he lunged at Xiang Cong with his bloated body, but just as he was about to collide with Xiang Cong, he vanished in a flash.
Xiang Cong frowned, looking at him like a clown, and swiftly swung his sword behind him, narrowly missing Randolph's throat.
Sweat beaded on Randolph's face as he slowly raised his hands, a greasy smile spreading across his face: "Oh, just kidding, don't take it seriously, I lost."
The position of Blood Emperor ultimately fell to Yi Mu.
After the New Year in Country Z, he will soon have his own palace and countless blood servants.
The people who had previously been at odds with him came forward to offer their congratulations. Yi Mu dealt with them, but his gaze fell on Xiang Cong.
He really knows how to create "surprises"; I won't be able to sleep tonight.
As Xiang Cong expected, he was approached by a servant of the Blood Emperor.
The servant bowed respectfully to Xiang Cong: "Sir, His Majesty the Blood Emperor requests your presence."
Xiang Cong saw the Blood Emperor hiding in a dark place, just like many years ago, like a rat that couldn't stand the light.
He walked over and took off his mask.
When the Blood Emperor saw the face beneath the mask, the expectant expression on his face instantly turned ashen, and his hope was shattered.
Xiang Cong revealed a smile, tinged with endless coldness: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, I'm not dead."
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