Free Web NovelChapter 356: Chapter 346: What’s Going On? Why Has the Moon Turned Blood-Red?
His presence was like that of a War God stepping out of ancient legend,
inspiring both reverence and desire.
On this land shrouded in a crimson glow, Florian was undoubtedly the most striking presence.
He glared around ferociously and demanded, "Where’s the one from your Vampire Clan who inherited the Ancestor’s Bloodline Power? Hasn’t he come out to meet his death?"
Faced with this notorious Clan Leader of the Werewolf Clan,
even the haughty and noble Princes of the Vampire Clan could not help but turn pale.
Because this Clan Leader of the Werewolf Clan,
was quite possibly the most powerful and ferocious in their history.
CREAK.
Beneath the deep, dark night sky, a blood-red full moon hung high, its light strange and bewitching,
like nature’s most ominous portent, shrouding the entire world in an inauspicious crimson.
This ominous hue,
fell squarely upon an ancient castle that stood in proud isolation, making it appear all the more grim and terrifying.
The castle, like a silent observer, quietly watched the cruel drama about to unfold.
The castle was wreathed in wisps of gauze-like blood mist,
that drifted slowly, draping the structure in a veil that was both mysterious and noble.
Under this hazy, blood-colored filter, the castle transcended the mortal world,
standing alone in the river of time, witnessing the chaos and slaughter of the surrounding world with an almost indifferent air.
Just then, on a secluded and stately balcony at the castle’s peak,
an ancient, heavy wooden door was pushed open from within, making no sound.
A young man in a pure black formal suit stepped out slowly, his figure elongated by the moonlight, appearing both elegant and aloof.
A reserved and slightly contemptuous smile hung on his face,
his eyes glittering with an indifference and disdain for all things, as if nothing in this world was worthy of his notice.
He slowly sauntered to the balcony railing, his pale, slender fingers coming to rest on the cold iron.
Immediately after, a figure emerged silently from the shadows.
It was a woman with dazzling golden hair, a member of the noble Vampire Clan.
The woman held up a crystal-clear stemmed glass filled with thick, warm blood,
like a dark red jewel, glittering with an alluring sheen under the moonlight.
The young man gracefully accepted the glass, which held the very essence of life, and gave it a gentle swirl with his fingers.
The liquid within spun softly in response.
He slowly raised his arm, tilting the stemmed glass slightly,
the motion a clear gesture of contempt toward the gathered members of the Werewolf Clan below,
and a silent provocation aimed at their aged and imposing Clan Leader.
He then drew his arm back and took a delicate sip from the rim of the glass.
In that instant, the sweet warmth of the blood bloomed in his mouth, bringing an indescribable pleasure and satisfaction.
As the sweet flavor of the blood slowly melted on his tongue,
an expression of almost obsessive ecstasy appeared on the young man’s face.
His lips, stained by the fresh blood, became even more vibrant and luscious, like a flower from Hell—beautiful yet terrifying,
radiating an irresistible allure and danger.
This young man was, of course, Xiao Cangqing.
"A great battle is imminent, yet you still have the heart to drink fresh blood. You truly are a dark bunch."
Florian, the Clan Leader of the Werewolf Clan, said with disdain.
In his eyes, and in the eyes of the other members of the Werewolf Clan, the Vampire Clan loved to put on airs.
They were clearly nothing more than a pack of equally crude and savage beasts,
yet they insisted on acting like human nobles, engaging in what they considered elegant pursuits.
That stemmed glass filled with thick, warm blood
had long since exposed the inherent brutality of every single member of the Vampire Clan.
"Slaughtering you beasts is no different than slaughtering a flock of sheep or a herd of fawns.
What’s the difference?
It’s just that there are more of you, so the slaughter will be a bigger waste of time."
Faced with the taunts of the Werewolf Clan Leader,
Xiao Cangqing remained unmoved, his lips twitching almost imperceptibly.
These words struck every member of the Werewolf Clan, making them unable to hold back furious roars.
The morale that had been suppressed by Florian, the Werewolf Clan Leader,
once again ignited and surged through the members of the Vampire Clan.
’Xiao Cangqing is right. We are the noble Blood Race.’
’As long as blood flows in their veins—be they human, Werewolf, or any other species—’
’they are all just livestock raised by the Blood Race. They are our food.’
’Food should know its place.’
’The Blood Race is, by its very nature, a superior, supremely noble, and exalted existence.’
The eyes of some of the Vampire Clan members, who had just been suppressed by Florian’s aura, turned incredibly savage.
A bloody light began to burst from their eyes. Once the slaughter began,
they would butcher even more members of the Werewolf Clan to wash away their recent humiliation.
But these members of the Vampire Clan also knew their own limits.
This Werewolf Clan Leader, Florian, was simply too powerful.
He was not someone they could match. They just needed to focus on their own opponents.
"In front of every single member of your Vampire Clan, I will chop off your head,"
"and chew it up, piece by piece."
Florian, too, was enraged by Xiao Cangqing’s words.
