"Where did another bumpkin like you come from?"
"Today, every one of you must die!"
Eric the Noble shouted without fear and his confidence overflowing. The expression on his face showed smugness written all over it. He could already see an immortal sect envoy waving him over. He was currently thinking whether he should choose the same immortal sect as Peter Wesley or chase after his goddess, Gwendolyn?
Dracula's gaze turned serious as his body released an endless killing intent containing a sense of madness.
The Vampire Blade in his hands started ringing and a red blade qi surged out.
Maxwell raised his right hand and blocked Dracula. He then looked at Eric with interest and said: "I really want to know why you want to kill me. Based on sound reasoning, you should have seen my strength already so unless there's some sort of huge benefit, you wouldn't have chosen this path. I really want to know."
Indeed…
