"It’s nothing, I’m cultivating," the red-robed girl responded, then put all her focus on the Netherworld King’s tooth.
Boom boom boom!
Ancient, powerful, and distant forces continually unleashed from the tooth, shaking the entire grand hall incessantly.
And the red-robed girl felt as if an intention was faintly erging within this tooth, capable of communicating with her.
If she could establish communication with the Netherworld King’s tooth, she might entirely control it!
The red-robed girl imrsed herself wholly into this exploration.
anwhile, the guard who had been involved in earlier events stood in the corridor outside, watching the vibrating grand hall, a glint flashing through his eyes.
He pondered for a mont and waved his hand. Instantly, a Blood Clan mber hidden in the shadows approached. He whispered to the Blood Clan mber, "Go and report this anomaly to Elder Dracula."
"Yes."
The Blood Clan mber swiftly departed, exited the corridor, left the red-robed girl’s castle, and within the Netherworld King, traversed streets and alleys. Soon, he arrived before another grand castle.
He revealed his identity and was quickly ushered inside, where he t Elder Dracula in a hall, reporting everything he had seen to Zha Lun.
After hearing it, Dracula was silent for a mont before waving and saying, "I understand. Return and continue monitoring the Netherworld King’s movents."
"Yes."
The Blood Clan mber imdiately left.
Dracula in the hall seed a bit agitated, pacing back and forth with an increasingly anxious expression, finally slamming a fist onto the table with a bang.
"Summon them."
He called out.
Instantly, a Blood Clan steward silently appeared behind him.
Without turning his head, Dracula said, "Go and invite Great Elder Howard, Great Elder William, Great Elder Zaren... all of them here. No matter what they’re doing, bring them over. Tell them I have an extrely important matter to discuss."
"By your command." The steward bowed and then disappeared.
Dracula sat back on the sofa, waiting for the others’ arrival. Before long, figures appeared one after another in the hall, so flying in through the windows, so walking in through the door, and others arriving through unknown ans.
Each figure exuded imnse power, as if a fierce beast lay dormant within them, making re standing there suffocating for others.
They were the Blood Clan’s Great Elders!
mbers of the Round Table Council!
Each wielded trendous power within the Blood Clan, and outside of their peers, no other Blood Clan mber would dare infringe upon their dignity.
"Dracula, why did you call us?" Great Elder Howard opened, his voice low yet charming, sure to drive many girls wild in the secular world.
"Right, summoning us at this late hour isn’t polite," Great Elder William’s voice was sowhat ominous, "also, if it draws attention, it could be disadvantageous for us."
Despite their expressed dissatisfaction, Dracula didn’t object, instead focusing on a void silently.
The others weren’t in a hurry, quietly waiting.
After a long ti, Dracula slowly spoke, "What do you think of the current state of the Blood Clan?"
Expressions of astonishnt flashed across their faces, not expecting Dracula had summoned them to discuss this.
Howard smiled faintly, "Is there really any difference between the current Blood Clan and the forr one? If there must be a change, it’s that Vlad, Nicola, and the others died in battle, leaving behind a substantial inheritance."
While said with a smile, there was a deep chilling intent within.
Nicola, Vlad, were also prominent Blood Clan Elders, ranking high, but after their deaths, their considerable wealth beca the focus of a mad scramble, carved up by these powerful beings.
"Hm, short-sighted fools!"
With a mocking laugh, Dracula retorted.
"Dracula, your power is great, but that doesn’t an you can provoke us without consequence," Howard growled with mixed anger, "We all have honor and dignity. Disrespect , and I shall challenge you! Are you prepared for war?"
The other Blood Clan elders remained silent, yet their eyes reflected discontent.
Dracula, Nicola, Vlad III were among the top-ranking Blood Clan Great Elders, wielding power far greater than others.
Previously, they wouldn’t dare offend these three Great Elders. But now, with Nicola and Vlad III gone, even though Dracula remained formidable, alone he’s no match for all the elders. Thus, now facing Dracula, many dared to show discontent.
"Hm, calling you short-sighted isn’t wrong. Your real enemy now isn’t , but the Netherworld King!" Dracula coldly stated.
"Hm?"
Upon hearing this, everyone paused, seemingly caught off guard.
Howard frowned, "Dracula, what do you an by this?"
"Let ask you," Dracula began slowly, "What is the status of the Netherworld King within the Blood Clan? And her strength?"
Great Elder Zaren scoffed, "Is this even a question? We all know, the Netherworld King, despite her formidable strength unmatched within the Blood Clan, is ultimately a mixed-blood of Human Clan and Blood Clan. Except for a few confidants, who would follow her orders? Therefore, her status, haha..."
Though unfinished, everyone understood Zaren’s point: the Netherworld King had no real status within the Blood Clan. Controlling these elders was impossible for her.
"In that case," Dracula sneered, "Do you think she harbors no resentnt under such circumstances? Once, with , Nicola, Vlad III, we stood strong. Together, we might not fear her formidable strength. But now the situation has changed!"
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