CCTnovel Chapter 320 - 319: I’ve Always Remembered We Are Allies
Chapter 320 - 319: I’ve Always Remembered We Are Allies
"It seems that in the face of my power, your Vampire Ancestor’s Bloodline Power still isn’t much to look at."
A black mist slowly began to appear behind Chu He, gradually coalescing into a phantom silhouette.
Xiao Cangqing’s expression grew even more fearful at the sight of this phantom silhouette.
Even though his entire body ached beyond endurance, his lips still trembled as he explained, "Mr. Chu, I’ve always remembered that we’re allies.
After all, we still have to face the various enemies lurking on Blue Star,
like the Human Race Supremacy Association. Just the three experts from their ranks who have appeared so far
were already unbelievably powerful.
Whether it’s a single villain or a powerful faction,
they never play their trump card right off the bat. You understand that principle.
As long as I remain the supreme controller of the Vampire Clan,
I can make the entire Vampire Clan pledge their lives to you.
Then, I can have those Vampires investigate the Human Race Supremacy Association for you, as well as any other enemies you want to deal with."
Chu He remained silent. In the space behind him, a dense black mist began to surge quietly,
like tentacles from the abyss, slowly weaving a terrifying silhouette in the night.
The silhouette gradually sharpened, transforming into a towering, enormous black shadow that stood behind Chu He,
like a titan from the netherworld, radiating an aura of majesty and terror.
A pair of arms, condensed from pure darkness, slowly extended from the black shadow. They seemed to lack physical substance, yet they radiated a chill that made one’s very soul tremble.
They ignored the boundaries of space, silently invading Xiao Cangqing’s body in a way that defied all reason.
Xiao Cangqing’s body trembled uncontrollably—a shudder that originated from the very depths of his soul.
But to his astonishment, he found he couldn’t perceive the hands’ true existence.
They were like phantoms born from the interplay of light and shadow, simultaneously illusory and real.
’And yet, reason told him this was no simple visual trick.’
’Chu He would never toy with him in such a frivolous manner.’
As the pitch-black arms delved deeper, an unprecedented sense of crisis spread through Xiao Cangqing’s heart.
He suddenly realized that
this power was silently eroding his most precious possession... his Ancestor’s Bloodline Power!
It was an indescribable sensation.
The source of his power felt as if it were being squeezed by a massive, invisible hand,
and then slowly, irresistibly dragged outward.
Xiao Cangqing could clearly feel that as this power drained away,
his stamina, speed, and even his Life Force were all weakening at an astonishing rate.
Wisps of blood-red mist began to seep from his pores.
It was a sign of his Bloodline Power being forcibly stripped away,
dissipating quickly into the air like a candle flame flickering in a cold wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
Xiao Cangqing’s face was ashen, his eyes filled with disbelief and terror.
’He had never imagined that such a bizarre power existed, one that could pierce the flesh and act directly upon the soul and the depths of a bloodline.’
’This power was not only strong enough to inspire despair, but it also exuded an otherworldly strangeness and evil, making him wonder if it was something that should even exist in this world.’
At this moment, Xiao Cangqing was no longer the confident, arrogant Vampire Noble.
He was merely a pathetic wretch struggling in despair, faced with an unknown and terrifying power.
All he could do was wail helplessly and beg for mercy, hoping this agony would end soon.
Xiao Cangqing desperately tried to control the power within his body and stop it from escaping,
but the pair of pitch-black arms were simply too domineering, leaving him no room to resist.
His body was too severely injured; there wasn’t an unbroken bone left in his body.
If not for his Vampire Clan Bloodline Power, he would have perished long ago.
"Chu He, you’re trying to strip away my power! So this was your plan all along."
Xiao Cangqing was becoming frenzied, roaring at the top of his lungs.
This was more painful to him than death itself, something Xiao Cangqing absolutely could not accept. "Chu He, I know I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!
You can punish me in any way you want, but you absolutely cannot strip me of my power! Do you understand?
Do you have any idea what I paid, what I suffered, to obtain the Vampire Clan Ancestor’s Bloodline Power?"
Xiao Cangqing’s pleas for mercy, like withered leaves torn asunder by a gale, were shattered and frantic.
Before they could fully escape his lips, a seemingly casual palm strike from Chu He mercilessly silenced him.
The blow tore an invisible rift in the air, striking Xiao Cangqing’s face with the force of a thunderbolt.
As the palm landed with a thunderous impact, the air seemed to freeze for an instant,
followed by a series of sickening cracks—the lament of bone and teeth collapsing under the immense force.
Xiao Cangqing’s jaw instantly shattered, as fragile as a sandcastle swept away by a raging storm.
Pearly white teeth, one after another, slipped from his mangled lips, trailing warm beads of blood
and splattering onto his collar and the ground, painting a shockingly gruesome scene.
The blood, a dazzling crimson, quickly pooled at his chin and trickled down,
snaking down his neck and staining his already pale clothes an even more shocking shade of red.
Xiao Cangqing’s face was contorted in extreme agony.
The upper and lower halves of his face seemed to have been brutally torn apart by an invisible force,
his mouth twisted into a shape so grotesque it defied description, no longer able to form complete words.
Only muffled whimpers and pleas remained, echoing in the empty space, sounding utterly desolate and helpless.
His eyes were wide, filled with terror and despair.
His whole body trembled violently, each struggle seeming to consume the last of his strength.
Even more bizarrely, wisps of fine, eerie, blood-red threads were slowly being drawn out from the black hands.
This was the unique Bloodline Power of the Vampire race, representing their potent Life Force and regenerative abilities.
Now, however, these threads were like a countdown on his life. With every strand that was pulled out,
a portion of his internal power would drain away, until he felt an unprecedented weakness and exhaustion,
as if he were about to be drained of all vitality.
As the black silhouette continued its encroachment, Xiao Cangqing’s inner world underwent a cataclysm.
The Vampire Clan Ancestor’s bloodline within his body—
that ancient and powerful force—was mercilessly stripped away, piece by piece, strand by strand,
gathering into an irresistible torrent.
This torrent eventually converged at a single point, gradually compressing and coalescing
to form an enormous, blood-red heart that looked ready to drip, suspended in mid-air and emitting a terrifying radiance.
This heart was both bizarre and beautiful. Its color was as deep as a pool of blood under a rising moon, yet as brilliant as the most dazzling gemstone from the abyss.
Its surface was covered in intricate and esoteric patterns, each line containing endless secrets and power,
trembling slightly with each beat of the heart, as if it were the most exquisite masterpiece in the entire universe.
Each beat of the heart was accompanied by an indescribable sound.
It was a low, distant sound, like the wails of ghosts from the bottom of the abyss, yet also like the soft chanting of ancient gods, piercing the eardrums and striking deep into the soul.
The sound held both desperate wails and a craving for power. It instilled a strange sense of dread in all who heard it,
yet they couldn’t help but be captivated by its strange beauty, unable to look away.
The surrounding space seemed to warp due to the heart’s presence. Light lost its direction, and time slowed to a crawl.
The air was thick with a mixture of blood and Magic, a scent that was both suffocating and mesmerizing.
Xiao Cangqing could only watch helplessly as the most precious Bloodline Power in his body was stripped away,
transformed into this utterly demonic heart. His eyes showed resentment, but they were filled even more with fear and confusion about his unknown fate.
And Chu He just stood there quietly, his gaze as cold as ice.
The black silhouette behind him gradually dissipated,
leaving only the blood-red heart that continued to beat, radiating its eerie light,
and the terrifying, bizarre atmosphere that permeated the area, sending a chill down the spine.