"So what if you're not drunk? You're just a peak eighth-grade martial artist, while we have two peak eighth-grade martial artists, a mid-seventh-grade martial artist, and a drop of slave blood. Do you think you can escape?"
Despite being completely exposed, surprisingly, the Blood God cultists around them showed no sign of fear. On the contrary, they appeared unusually calm and composed.
The Blood God's Messenger, standing at the head of the group, muttered incantations while carefully taking out a drop of blood the size of an egg from his robes.
Even in the pitch-black night, this drop of blood still shimmered with dazzling light, its color crystal clear, as brilliant as a ruby, radiating a captivating and bewitching crimson hue.
Chen Feng stared at the mysterious drop of blood, a strong sense of unease rising in his heart.
He keenly sensed an indescribable sense of threat emanating from it.
Even more bizarrely, the drop of slave blood that should have been still now seemed to have a life of its own, slowly floating up on its own.
It seemed to possess some kind of sentience, drifting straight toward Chen Feng's location, as if he were its sole target.
"Your Excellency, isn't this just ordinary slave blood?" Yao Xue'er asked from the side.
"Of course, this is a drop of slave blood from a fourth-rank earl. Ordinary martial artists simply cannot withstand it. However, Chen Feng is a genius and should be able to withstand the transformation of slave blood. Once the transformation is complete, he can advance to the seventh-rank blood slave."
"However, this is also his good fortune, because if the Earl's slave blood is refined, Chen Feng can be directly promoted to a sixth-rank baron and can grow to a fifth-rank viscount much faster." The Blood God Envoy said, seemingly a little envious.
You should know that even someone as powerful as him is not qualified to use the precious slave blood of a fourth-rank earl!
After all, within the vast and boundless territory of the Great Xia Kingdom, the mysterious and powerful Blood God Cult only possessed a mere three drops of Earl Slave Blood!
If it weren't for the fact that this matter is of great importance and the circumstances are special, why would we so easily use this extremely rare drop?
It turns out that this drop of Earl's slave blood actually contained a trace of the fourth-rank Earl's will!
As if it possessed a spirit, the moment it appeared, it immediately and keenly sensed the only person in the area who was not a vampire—Chen Feng—and locked onto him without hesitation.
At the same time, the drop of slave blood seemed to become unusually excited and restless, as if it had sensed some kind of unprecedented stimulation and challenge.
"Damn, it's just a drop of blood, yet it can fly on its own. Could there be some old monster inside trying to possess me?" Chen Feng was also very puzzled.
However, deep down he wasn't actually that nervous about possession.
After all, having fiercely clashed with the will of the wolf clan and successfully resisted its suppression, he had gained a deeper understanding of his own mortgage system panel—it was by no means an ordinary thing!
This magical panel seems to possess a special ability from birth, easily dealing with those remaining souls and various powerful wills.
Moreover, through tireless efforts, Chen Feng successfully elevated the mysterious Devouring Mystic Technique to the highest level of S-rank secret techniques.
This method is like an invincible sword, specifically designed to devour the souls and powerful wills that remain in the world.
It can be said that Chen Feng now possesses two peerless weapons, enough to make any enemy who dares to provoke him tremble in fear.
If anyone dares to try and possess his body by seizing his body, Chen Feng will definitely fight back without hesitation.
He firmly believed that with the powerful methods he possessed, no matter how fierce and cunning the opponent, they would surely be defeated in this life-or-death struggle.
As for those who walked right into his trap, Chen Feng naturally accepted this "gift" without any hesitation.
After all, such a rare opportunity can hone one's skills and acquire valuable resources, so why not take it?
"Whoosh—"
With a sharp whooshing sound, the drop of slave blood seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, rushing towards them like a bolt of lightning.
It flashed with an eerie blood-red light in the air, instantly piercing through the void and drilling straight into Chen Feng's mind.
Then, a shocking scene unfolded. After the drop of slave blood entered Chen Feng's mind, it rapidly expanded and deformed, eventually transforming into a blood-red figure over three meters tall.
The figure resembled a demon emerging from hell, radiating an aura that sent chills down one's spine.
His humanoid body was shrouded in a thick layer of blood mist, appearing and disappearing intermittently.
The pair of blood-red wings behind it, like burning flames, danced wildly, as if they could devour everything around them at any moment.
Each flap of its wings stirred up a gust of wind, making the surrounding air seem to distort.
The appearance of the blood-red figure filled the entire space with a suffocating atmosphere.
Chen Feng's soul trembled involuntarily under the impact of this powerful aura, as if it were about to be torn apart by this force.
He stared wide-eyed at the scene before him, his face filled with terror, his heart brimming with indescribable fear.
"My name is Gudrakaimen. I bestow upon you my blood. From this day forward, you shall be my blood slave." The other's voice was grand, resounding like heavenly music.
"Swallowing Mystic Technique!"
Chen Feng uttered a soft shout, but there was no gratitude on his face. His hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals, and his inner energy surged wildly, unleashing a powerful and mysterious force.
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