"You finally spoke like a human being, and it wasn’t in vain that the old man risked his life to create a chance for you to escape. He’s still alive but already without the strength to resist." Faced with Radu’s question, Pei Yan responded with a smile without concealnt.
"Hehehe, you’ve misunderstood! I wasn’t surprised that you could kill him, but being able to capture him alive shows your strength has already far surpassed his."
This truth is easy to understand—if your power is enough, killing an enemy is not difficult. However, capturing a strong opponent determined to die requires a far higher strength than his to grasp the balance between killing and capturing. Radu shook his head thinking this, looking at Pei Yan helplessly: "Even though I don’t want to say it, the facts are clear; I must admit I’m not your match."
"After sacrificing so many lives for you to realize this, you’re far inferior to your brother in this aspect." After saying this, Pei Yan sliced the air with his finger, causing a sealing ring to fall from the Storage Ring Space into his hand. Raising his hand and shaking the shackles towards Radu, Pei Yan said with a smile: "Now that you’ve realized the gap between us, will you obediently put this on yourself, or shall we exert so effort to put it on you?"
"Hehehe, Pei Yan, perhaps in your eyes I’m not as good as my brother, but at least I excel in one aspect."
"Oh? I’d love to hear about it!" Hearing Radu say this, Pei Yan paused shaking the copper ring, showing interest.
"At least I have the courage to end my life and won’t let you capture and dishonor my family’s glory!" As Radu spoke, he placed his hand on his chest, but before he could act, he felt a heavy blow on his back, abruptly interrupting what he was about to do, and his body flew forward.
Zheng Jia Ru’s sneak attack followed by Xia Yu’s unleashed supernatural power pressed down heavily on Radu, causing him to smash into the ground from midair. Even after suffering heavy blows, Radu didn’t forget his intention, suppressing the blood at his lips as he prepared to reverse his bloodline and die.
"Shadow Bind! Space Seal!" As Pei Yan landed on the ground, he uttered four words, flinging a dozen syringe-like long needles that restrained Radu’s suicidal actions once more. As the liquid from the needles was slowly injected into Radu’s body, driven by source energy, he felt his blood flow slow, dizziness set in, and his body beca stiff beyond control.
"Now, do you understand? When facing an opponent with such a large gap in strength, your life and death are no longer within your control." Pei Yan squatted beside Radu, removing the syringes from his body one by one while reflecting: "Here’s a lesson, next ti you want to die, don’t shout it out, just do it, maybe you’ll have a better chance. But if you want soone to bla, bla your father for nurturing such talent. Ah, I almost admire him now. Hatred truly drove him to imrse deeply in this matter, providing targeted potions against your Blood Race. Whether capturing you or making your brother appear isn’t this easy without him."
"Du, Du, Du Guangyuan!" The paralysis spreading through Radu’s body slowed his thoughts, yet he clung to Pei Yan’s mocking words with resentful eyes, uttering the na etched deeply into his bones with hatred.
"Yes, him! You needn’t gnash your teeth so fiercely; soon, you’ll see him again. He’ll surely welco your arrival with delight." Pei Yan said, removing the last syringe. As he picked up the sealing ring to put on Radu, he suddenly lifted his head towards the sky, revealing a delighted smile. Patting Radu’s cheek excitedly, Pei Yan said, "Seems like you’re more cherished than your brother." Then, stepping onto Radu’s chest, he looked up at the sky mischievously: "Hit the son, and the father steps in."
As soon as he finished speaking, a space crack over a hundred ters long opened above the group, thickly infused with the Magic Realm’s original energy. It reacted violently with the surrounding Daoist Realm energy, creating dazzling rings of light in the air.
Feeling the terrifying energy erging from the crack, Shen ngyan wisely stopped his subordinates from approaching. Such a level of battle was already beyond his intervention. As he ordered soone to report the battlefield situation to the sect, two giant blood hands slowly reached out from the crack, so large that they filled the narrow over one hundred ters long crack.
The target of the reaching hands was clearly Radu on the ground. As they pressed down, countless smaller hands, connected by thin blood lines, extended from the palms, forcing the Immortal Palace Disciples responsible for vigilance to retreat.
Pei Yan, stepping on Radu, remained motionless with his gaze fixed on the sky. At this mont, two figures leapt into the air; Zheng Jia Ru, on the left, activated his supernatural power, channeling energy through his arm, launching a punch at the hand in the air. Constantly breaking human limits, his full-force punch sent the blood hand flying back a few ters, compressing the entire arm as well.
Seeing his first blow fail, Zheng Jia Ru, still amazed, launched two more full-force punches in succession, obliterating the entire blood hand with one punch and sweeping the shattered blood chunks back into the Magic Realm with the wind stirred by the second punch.
anwhile, Xia Yu dealt with the other hand, in a manner far more breathtaking than Zheng Jia Ru. Facing the descending giant hand, Xia Yu calmly raised his right hand, unleashing iron torrents from within himself, instantly forming a sword as large as the giant hand before him. As the sword tip t the blood hand, before it could corrode the sword body, a dazzling electromagnetic flow attached itself to the sword’s surface. Driven by supernatural power, the longsword burst forth with blinding thunder, charging toward the blood hand into the sky.
The giant blood hand was swiftly cleft in two, and the shattered blood tissue carried the thunderous montum together, sweeping everything around into the depths of the Magic Realm.
After a while, a thunderous explosion erupted from within the Magic Realm, marking the end of the initial rescue attempt, effortlessly dismantled by the two.
"Alas, with such montum, if I’m not mistaken, you’re Vlad I, Prince Delacuri! Rescuing your son without revealing your true form, using only a wisp of divided consciousness to attempt retrieval, isn’t this underestimating us?"
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