School Beauty's Peerless Soldier Chapter 1110 1101: Viscount

"Hehehe!"

A hoarse voice, like that of dried wood, drifted from the coffin in front of them, erratic and extraordinarily eerie.

Gongsun Qin shivered involuntarily, sticking close to Xu Fan.

The scene was indeed sowhat terrifying and eerie.

For a woman like Gongsun Qin, who hadn't seen much of the world, reaching this level of composure was already not easy.

However, for Xu Fan, who could sleep through horror movies, a few re laughs wouldn't scare him.

He chuckled coldly, and the aura of the Entering Dao Realm emanated from his body, enveloping everything within a two-hundred-ter radius with his Divine Sense.

How strong is a martial artist of the Entering Dao Realm? An expert in the Entering Dao Realm can easily slay hundreds of experts in the Innate Realm!

In the Martial Artists' World, there's an ancient saying: "Without Entering Dao, one doesn't know heaven and earth."

Below Entering Dao, all are ants!

At this mont, Xu Fan felt the surge of Spiritual Power around him, and within the two-hundred-ter radius, any smallest movent was in his sight.

"In the East, we have an ancient saying: 'Isn't it delightful to have friends co from afar!' How co, dear friends, you seem unhappy to see a friend from far away?"

Xu Fan wasn't in a hurry to strike, but instead, he crossed his arms and coldly mocked.

The number of bats inside this gloomy old castle was simply too many. If even one wasn't killed, news of his arrival in Arica might be relayed to the Huang Family, a situation Xu Fan clearly did not want to see.

"A cultivator from the East, huh? It's certainly arrogant!"

"Hehehe! How many years has it been since I last tasted the sweet blood of an Eastern cultivator?"

Seemingly provoked by Xu Fan's words, the eerie laughter sounded again as the surrounding pale candles suddenly lit up, and a figure appeared on a stone chair directly in front of Xu Fan.

The style of the stone chair matched the gothic castle perfectly, a product of dieval Western architecture.

More fitting was the person sitting in the chair.

Clad in black, wearing leather boots and gloves, topped with a high hat, and draped in a black cloak.

Like a noble from dieval Western elegance, the man in black leisurely crossed his legs, interlocking his fingers gloved in leather, a smile appearing on his pale yet strikingly youthful face.

Fangs nacing!

Thump thump!

At this mont, two werewolves knelt on the ground, bowing their heads toward the man in black on the chair. However, due to the chain in Xu Fan's hand, this collective movent caused the entire spooky castle to resound with jingling.

"Oh? Two little wolf cubs, let see, what's this? A dog chain?"

Surprisingly, there was no sign of anger on the man in black's face, instead, it was filled with amusent, "Two pathetic little fellows, I truly am embarrassed for your ancestors!"

Hearing the words of the man in black, the two white werewolves beca increasingly terrified, crying out, "Viscount Sir! Have rcy! Don't kill us!"

The mournful cries for rcy did not last long.

On the stone chair, a red beam suddenly flickered, like a wisp of black smoke, and the form of the man in black instantly vanished.

The next mont, the throats of the two white werewolves, impenetrable even by bullets, were sliced open like a sharp blade had passed, spraying blood forth.

The cries for rcy abruptly ceased.

Savouring the increasingly thick scent of blood in the air, the man in black showed a frenzied expression, standing high above like the host announcing the beginning of a feast, his arms spread wide, satisfaction evident on his face.

"Hehehe! The taste of blood, as always, is captivating."

"My people, welco our guests from afar with your warst hospitality!"

As his words fell, a chilly cold wind blew past, and the pale candle flas flickered and extinguished entirely.

Imdiately, cackling sounds arose as coffins began to tremble, as if sothing inside were about to crawl out, filled with desire and excitent.

On the ceiling, pairs of eyes that resembled red light bulbs suddenly opened, densely populated, numbering in the thousands!

The blood feast was about to begin!

At this mont, the man in black held a crystal glass, gently swirling the crimson liquid within, unsure if it was blood or wine, gazing at Xu Fan, who stood unmoving, and Gongsun Qin, who clung to Xu Fan, trembling, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

Rumble!

In overwhelming flocks, bats hanging from the ceiling surged towards Xu Fan and Gongsun Qin like a thick smog, their sharp fangs under the moonlight ensnaring the soul and haunting the mind!

Standing in place, seemingly struck dumb, Xu Fan finally revealed a hint of a smile.

He hadn't taken action earlier, watching this Viscount show off, not out of courtesy but intentionally feigning weakness!

Only so would this Viscount deign to release the bats in the ceiling, rather than letting them disperse to relay news to the Huang Family.

With his preliminary Entering Dao Realm strength, although he could control Spiritual Power within a two-hundred-ter range, it still felt sowhat insufficient.

If Xu Fan had already reached the late stage of Entering Dao Realm, with a re grip, he could crush all the tiny bats in the castle with his Divine Sense!

But at this mont, having shown off, the Viscount finally played into his trap.

Thousands of bats transford into clouds of thick smoke, sweeping overwhelmingly towards Xu Fan and Gongsun Qin! If facing these bats, even an Innate Realm expert below Entering Dao, would likely be devoured, leaving not even bones!

The bats flew at them, mouths wide open, revealing their sinister and terrifying fangs!

"Ah!!"

Gongsun Qin's scream was thunderous, but it didn't hinder the bats in the slightest, as their fangs were about to close in on the two.

At this mont, Xu Fan finally moved, gently shielding the screaming Gongsun Qin behind him with closed eyes, and with a thought, Spiritual Power within a ten-ter radius around him abruptly stagnated!

The scene was slightly bizarre, frozen like a photograph: thousands of bats flapping their wings, baring their fangs, paused in place in front of Xu Fan.

The bats at the back realized this, flapping their wings to fly away, only to discover in horror that an incredibly bizarre force had already tightly sealed the surrounding space.

Such a degree of spatial confinent wouldn't trap an expert of the Neijia Realm, but against this mass of bats relying on numbers for advantage, it was highly effective.

The next mont, a cold gleam flashed in Xu Fan's eyes, and with a fierce grip, the thousands of bats frozen in mid-air, from near to far, as if squeezed by an invisible hand, exploded into blood mist!