You said you could kill the evil spirits without me, why are you crying now?

Chapter 291 Well, now it's my turn!
This sudden scene really surprised Chu He.

No one would have expected that this strange-looking young man would attack the people of the Lighthouse Empire so directly and without hesitation.

Looking at the entire Blue Star, there are only a few people who dare to fight against the people of the Lighthouse Empire.
What's more, this guy came alone.

Chu He didn't think that the other party, who exuded such a fierce aura, was simply seeking death, which showed that he was fearless.

The person in charge was instantly reduced to a bloody mess, with broken bones flying everywhere.

Blood and flesh poured down like a rainstorm, almost covering his entire body.

However, faced with such a tragic scene, the young man seemed unusually calm, even indifferent to the extreme.

There was no emotion on his face, and there was only a deep void in his huge eyes.

It seemed as if they had long been accustomed to such bloodiness and brutality.

The blood stained his clothes red and dripped onto his navy blue skin, forming a shocking and horrific picture, but he didn't care.

With just a slight shake of his body, a powerful force burst out from his body, like a strong wind passing through.
All the blood and filth attached to his body were swept away, restoring his original weirdness and cleanliness.

But this was just the beginning, his atrocities did not end there.

As he turned around, he was like a raging wave in the sea, sweeping towards the security personnel who tried to stop him.

Every punch thrown was accompanied by a dull explosion, which was the wail of bones and muscles collapsing under extreme force.

The security guards were like fragile scarecrows in front of him, completely defenseless.

One by one, their bodies burst apart, blood and internal organs splattered everywhere.
The air was filled with a strong smell of rust and death.

This was a one-sided massacre, a bloody and brutal feast of hell.

The young man transformed himself into the messenger of death, wantonly spreading violence and death on this land at the cost of his own life.

Ji Shengyue, who was sitting on Xiao Cangqing's left, became secretly excited.

This young man who had never appeared before looked almost like an evil spirit.
He was so brutal, and judging by his movements and speed, he was totally incomparable to ordinary warriors.

This shows that the opponent is very strong!

He must be fearless to dare to come here alone to cause trouble.

Ji Shengyue secretly hoped that this guy would not be a drunkard who started high and ended low.
It would be best if Xiao Cangqing and the Lighthouse Empire could be trampled underfoot and rubbed hard.
In this way, Ji Shengyue will have the opportunity to break free from Xiao Cangqing's restraints!

"Interesting, you actually dared to come to my territory to cause trouble."

Xiao Cangqing first glanced at Chu He, and then glanced at the people from the Holy See of Light.

He was secretly thinking in his heart just now,

I don't know if this daring guy who came here to cause trouble was sent by Chu He or the Holy See of Light.

Or maybe there are others who are secretly watching,

It was arranged by people who are dissatisfied with the Lighthouse Empire and its dominance.

But just from the surface, Chu He's expression was very indifferent.

This guy's expression never changes, no matter what situation he is in.
Even when being besieged, they were as relaxed as if they were going on a picnic.

And the Bishop Guerrero of the Holy See of Light had a faint smile on his face, as if he was gloating over someone else's misfortune.

This scene made Xiao Cangqing very dissatisfied, but he would not take the initiative to attack the Holy See of Light.
Because the Holy See of Light is also very powerful, and there is a terrible force hidden behind it.

Even he, the ancestor of the vampire family, is very afraid of him.

Xiao Cangqing's fingertips lightly traced in the air.

As he quickly completed his last gesture, a sense of oppression suddenly descended upon him.
Time becomes slow and heavy at this moment, as if bound by invisible shackles.

An extremely strong bloody smell was like a door to the abyss that had been imprisoned for a thousand years suddenly opening.
It instantly swept across the entire arena.

This breath, with an ancient, evil and seductive power,
Everyone present couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.

It is not just a taste, but more like a call that can penetrate the soul.

It awakened the terrifying existence sleeping in the darkness. The bloody breath was like a tide surging from the endless darkness.

It brings a suffocating feeling of oppression that makes people's hearts tighten.

Just as this aura reached its peak, above the originally empty arena,
Suddenly, several strange blood-red halos appeared, bringing with them a heart-pounding chill.

In the halo, several figures slowly formed. They were the elite masters of the vampire family.

They were dressed in black robes, their faces were handsome but pale as paper.

There was an endless desire for blood and cold murderous intent in his eyes.

These vampire masters were suspended in mid-air, surrounded by a faint blood mist, and every breath seemed to suck away the vitality around them.

Their appearance made the already tense and depressing atmosphere even heavier, as if an invisible mountain was pressing on everyone's heart.

Their eyes showed both anger towards the provocateurs and determination to maintain the family's honor.

"How dare you act wildly here? You are so brave!"

One of the vampire masters spoke coldly, his voice was low and magnetic, but full of unquestionable majesty.

The sound was like a roar coming from the depths of hell, with a biting coldness that made people shudder.

As he finished speaking, the other people responded one after another, stretching their bodies.
It then transformed into several blood-red rainbows, cutting through the sky and heading straight towards the young man.

These blood rays intertwined in the air to form an impenetrable net.

Each blood-red light contained enough energy to shake the mountains.
They intertwined and collided in the air, causing a series of deafening explosions that threatened to tear the world apart.

The huge impact force kicked up dust and gravel, forming dust storms that covered the sky and the sun, and the wind was howling.

With a biting chill, everything around was drawn into this vortex of chaos.

That scene was like the end of the world, terrifying.

"It seems that since the arrival of the vampire family's ancestor bloodline, the strength of the entire vampire family has doubled."

Bishop Guerrero of the Holy See of Light spoke.

Xiao Cangqing just had a stern face and ignored Guerrero.
I don't know if it was a sincere or sarcastic compliment.

His expression was like a cold stone sculpture, without a trace of warmth.

As time slowly passed, the flying dust settled down layer by layer, revealing the true appearance of the earth after being ravaged by violence.

This area was torn into pieces by intricate cracks of varying depths, like a painting scribbled on by an angry god.

Some of these cracks are winding and tortuous, like the tracks of ancient totems.

Some are straight and deep, piercing straight into the center of the earth, like passages leading to hell.

In this mess, the most eye-catching thing is the deep pit.
It is like a star of destruction falling from the sky.
A shocking wound was left on the hard ground.

At the edge of the pit, gravel is scattered and soil is turned inside out, revealing a primitive and wild sense of power.

The air around them seemed to still have the aftermath of the explosion, trembling slightly and making people feel awe-inspiring.

In the center of this devastating scene, the young man stood quietly.

He folded his arms, his body upright, as unshakable as a mountain.

There was not a single scratch on the skin, not even the slightest abrasion.

Those attacks that were powerful enough to destroy the world were nothing more than a breeze blowing on his face.

His eyes were flashing with a cold and cruel light at this moment.

That light contained both ruthless contempt for the enemy and anticipation and excitement for the upcoming counterattack.

His voice pierced through the silence and echoed in the air: "Since your attack is over, it's my turn now."

(End of this chapter)