"It’s a pity, we still don’t know where these monsters co from." Qin Tian opened his eyes, a trace of regret flashing in them.
His mories were filled with fragnts of battles, but there wasn’t the slightest clue about the origins of the monsters.
"Forget it, let’s not think about it for now."
Qin Tian shook his head, pushing aside distracting thoughts.
He raised his hand, and the spiritual energy in his body began to surge slightly. The ground suddenly shook, with frozen soil churning as if manipulated by an invisible hand. It wrapped the ice bones of the Ice God Tribe scattered across the plains, burying them back into the earth.
Though he didn’t know the exact rituals of the Ice God Tribe, laying the dead to rest was a form of respect for these ancient warriors.
After completing all this, Qin Tian’s figure moved, swiftly flying in the direction marked in his mory.
In the mories of the Ice God warriors, there was a treasure in that direction.
In less than half an incense stick’s ti, Qin Tian arrived at his destination.
A tens of ters high ice mountain stood before him, its entire body sparkling and emitting a biting chill.
Through the thick ice layer, he could vaguely see a blurry black silhouette encased within. The figure was several tis larger than an ordinary monster, and even while frozen, it exuded a heart-stopping pressure.
At the top of the ice mountain stood an ice stele that blended with the mountain.
The surface of the ice stele was covered with ancient patterns, similar to the secret texts on the Ice Seal Gate, exuding a cold and mysterious aura.
Qin Tian didn’t know what the ice stele was, but in his mory, a powerful Ice God had burned its essence to activate the ice stele and suppress a high-tier monster.
It was evident that the ice stele was a sealing treasure of great value.
Just as Qin Tian was about to fly closer to the ice mountain, his keen perception detected a strange aura rapidly approaching. He paused, refraining from acting rashly, and concealed his own aura, turning his gaze to the distant sky.
Soon, a figure with large black wings spread behind them appeared in his sight.
The man descended slowly, folding the black wings behind him, revealing a pale face—so pale it was almost transparent, as if he had never seen sunlight. His features were handso yet exuded a bone-deep chill, particularly those dark red eyes that scrutinized and examined Qin Tian with a hint of curiosity.
"I didn’t expect soone to get here before ." The man’s lips curved in a faintly mocking smile, his voice hoarse, "Allow to introduce myself: I’m Karen Vladimir."
Qin Tian’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze falling on the black wings and pale, handso face of Karen—the aura of blood pressure swirling around him, along with the signature black wings, unmistakably pointed to the Vladimir Clan among the Nine Great Holy Bloods, known to the world as "Vampires."
"After a few years, I’m finally facing a Holy Blood Vampire again."
Qin Tian mused silently.
His Night Demon bloodline originally ca from a vampire viscount. After several fusions and evolutions, it had now evolved to the Holy Blood level of "Night Emperor’s Blood," comparable in blood lineage level to the legendary Cain Holy Blood.
Karen’s gaze remained locked on the ice stele atop the ice mountain, clearly here for the treasure as well.
Naturally, Qin Tian had no intention of giving up the ice stele easily. With both being pri bloodlines, a direct confrontation would prove whose was superior—his original or his improved evolution.
"Qin Tian."
Qin Tian calmly announced his na, standing firmly in place without any intention of moving.
"The surna Qin?"
Karen raised an eyebrow, a trace of surprise flickering in his dark red eyes, "You’re not from a Holy Blood Clan?"
He scrutinized Qin Tian up and down, his tone carrying a hint of disdain, "So you aren’t leaving even after seeing ? Are you trying to show off your futile dignity and courage in front of ?"
Qin Tian did not respond, rely looking at him calmly—verbal sparring was aningless; strength was the best proof.
Seeing Qin Tian’s silence, a hint of impatience flashed in Karen’s eyes, and he ceased speaking further.
He waved his hand, and dark red bloodlight surged from his palm, spreading a pungent bloody sll in the air.
"Foolish fool."
With those words, the bloodlight shot towards Qin Tian like a living creature, a secret technique exclusive to the Vladimir Clan—Boiling Blood Technique.
This spell could directly penetrate defenses, affecting the opponent’s blood, causing intense boiling.
If it were another Holy Blood descendant, they might resist with bloodline power and spiritual energy, but if faced with a non-Holy Blood spiritualist of the sa level, once hit, the pain from the boiling blood could cripple most of one’s fighting ability, or even cause the body to explode.
However, the mont the Boiling Blood Technique’s bloodlight touched Qin Tian’s body, Karen’s expression froze, and the disdain at his mouth vanished entirely.
He clearly felt that his blood magic was like a rock sinking into the ocean, not only failing to stir Qin Tian’s blood but also unable to cause the slightest ripple, as if suppressed by a more powerful bloodline force!
"How is this possible?"
Karen’s pupils narrowed, his expression turning grave.
He abruptly realized a possibility: could it be that Qin Tian’s strength far surpassed his own?
If the opponent’s level was much higher and their bloodline not weaker, the Boiling Blood Technique’s power would be significantly weakened or even rendered ineffective.
Karen, simring with doubt and suspicion, dared not act impulsively again. His tone softened, proposing an exchange: "It seems I underestimated you. In that case, let’s make a deal. I’ll take the ice stele, and in exchange, I can offer you other treasures—whether high-tier spiritual weapons or rare cultivation resources, whatever I can provide, we can negotiate. If I don’t currently have what you want, we can sign a contract now, and I promise to fulfill it later. As a direct lineage of the Vladimir Clan, I wouldn’t deceive you in this regard."
Upon hearing this, Qin Tian slowly shook his head. To be honest, the reputation of the vampire clan was quite bad, mainly due to their blood-sucking nature, but their credibility was not considered poor.
However, he currently lacked neither spiritual weapons nor cultivation resources, and a sealing treasure from an ancient race clearly tempted him more.
Qin Tian firmly replied, "Sorry, I want this ice stele too."
"Then there’s nothing more to discuss." Karen’s face darkened completely, a fierce glint in his dark red eyes.
As a direct descendant of the Holy Blood, he felt he had already given the opponent enough face.
Even though the opponent’s level was higher, for a Holy Blood, challenging higher levels was commonplace; if they were to fight, the outco was uncertain.
He raised his hand and took a magic staff from the space ring. The staff was made entirely of black wood, its shaft engraved with blood red runes, and a pigeon-egg-sized blood crystal embedded at the top, the crystal seemingly containing slowly flowing blood, emanating a strong dark energy.
Descendants of the Vladimir Clan normally take one of two combat paths: one, fully harnessing the vampire’s control over blood, delving into blood magic to beco a blood mage capable of manipulating all blood.
The other, utilizing the vampire’s nimble physique and robust body, opting for close combat, becoming a ghostly assassin.
Karen had evidently chosen the forr, and the staff in his hand was the core weapon for casting blood magic.
Once the staff was in hand, the dark energy around Karen surged instantly, dark red bloodlight swirling around him like a tide, the bloody sll in the air growing increasingly intense, even the snow beneath was tinged with a faint red, as if the entire snowfield was being dyed by his blood magic.
Just then, a more potent dark aura erupted from Qin Tian.
This aura was no longer restrained as before but awakened like a slumbering giant beast, carrying a regal majesty that swept over the entire area around the ice mountain.
Black currents swirled around him, shattering the falling snowflakes. More astonishingly, from the corners of his eyes, golden demon patterns spread across his face like ancient kingly insignia, extending along his jawline to his neck, the patterns shimring with faint golden light, intertwining with the dark aura around him like a dark king descending to the world.
The two dark auras collided in the air, with Karen’s blood-tainted dark red energy being slightly repelled by Qin Tian’s profound and majestic dark aura.
Karen’s pupils contracted abruptly, a flash of undisguised shock in his eyes. The aura from the other gave him a sense of familiar kinship, yet its essence was entirely different.
Qin Tian’s dark aura lacked any bloody sll but instead exuded a cold majesty, seemingly standing above all dark creatures. This contradictory feeling made him uncomfortable.
"What bloodline does he have exactly?"
Karen was filled with doubts, a foreboding feeling rising within him.
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