"The Xiao Clan is brave and skilled in battle. They are the most powerful when their bloodline power is awakened. Unfortunately, the Xiao Clan has intermarried with the mortals of the original world. Generation after generation, the special bloodline has been diluted. That is why you are so vulnerable."
Warlord looked at Xiao Luo, who was covered in wounds, and said slowly, "But for a descendant of the Xiao Clan to reach such heights as you, it is already very rare."
"I … haven't … lost … yet …" Xiao Luo opened his eyes and stared at Warlord as he struggled to speak.
"Haven't lost?"
The corners of the Warlord's mouth curved into a smile. "I don't think you can still stand up and fight!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he thrust his chipped saber toward Xiao Luo's left shoulder.
"Pfft ~"
The saber easily pierced through Xiao Luo's left shoulder. Blood gushed out. It was like a long nail had nailed Xiao Luo's shoulder to the ground.
"Ah …"
The pain intensified. Xiao Luo felt as if he had been electrocuted. He let out a shrill cry. His handsome face was contorted from the pain.
"Right now, you're just like a worm on the ground. I can stomp you to death with just a light stomp, yet you're still saying that you haven't lost? What a joke!" The War King pulled out his saber and frowned in exasperation.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh ~"
At that moment, a purple energy cannonball pierced through the air with a hair-raising sound. It was like a purple comet that instantly traversed hundreds of meters and blasted toward Warlord.
Hmm?
Warlord raised his head slightly. Then, he casually swatted the purple energy cannonball away with his right hand. It was like a beam of light that had been reflected by a mirror. It shot up at an angle and exploded dozens of meters in the air. The explosion was so loud that it was deafening. The space around the explosion was distorted.
Warlord looked in the direction where the purple energy cannonball had come from and saw Ghost.
Ghost's eyes had turned blue. Two sharp fangs were protruding from her upper teeth. She looked feral.
"Sucking Blood Clan?" Warlord mumbled to himself.
At the same time, the King of Swords, the King of Thunder, and the others all looked at the assistant who was wrapped in a black robe.
"Ferrard, if I remember correctly, the Sucking Blood Clan is only allowed to stay in the Dark Forest." There was coldness in the King of Swords' words.
Ferrard trembled. He knelt on the ground and said with a trembling body, "King, I … I don't know what's going on …"
"Is that so?"
The Blade King stroked his chin as if he was thinking. However, those who knew him knew that he was angry.
When the Sucking Blood Clan had wreaked havoc, it was he who had cleaned up the mess. It was also he who had confined the Sucking Blood Clan to the Dark Forest, forbidding them from ever coming out to kill humans again. That was their punishment and also a chance for them to turn over a new leaf. But now, the Sucking Blood Clan had openly violated the rules he had set. His dignity as a king had been challenged. No matter how good-tempered he was, he could not tolerate it.
On the other side, Ghost saw that Xiao Luo was severely injured and Warlord was not going to let it go. With the Duck Emperor's help, she flew with the Phantom Dancer in her hands and attacked Warlord fiercely.
Ghost yelled, "You bastard, I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill you …"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh ~
Countless purple energy cannonballs exploded on the Battle King's body like raindrops, but the Battle King did not move at all. He allowed her to attack him with all her might. His bronze body was as tough as steel, and he was completely unharmed under the bombardment of the purple energy cannonballs.
"Little girl, are you trying to tickle me?" Warlord said with a disdainful smile.
Ghost was so angry that she gritted her teeth. She gathered all her strength and poured the 'soul' in her body into the Illusory Dance. Only when the Illusory Dance could no longer contain the 'soul' did she stop. Then, a bright purple energy cannonball shot towards the Battle King with a terrifying whistling sound, leaving a trail of light that was over ten meters long.
Wherever the energy cannonball passed, the space was shattered. It was as if there were electric currents running around the cannonball. The sizzling sound of the electric current was enough to make one's scalp tingle.
"Oh my god, a giant energy cannonball?!"
The Duck Emperor was dumbfounded. This giant energy cannonball was definitely the most powerful attack Ghost could muster. She was going to fight Warlord to the death.
In the face of this purple energy cannonball, Battle King did not dare to underestimate it. His True Inner Force automatically revolved, forming a defensive barrier around his body. This time, he did not rely on his physical strength to take the attack head-on like before.
Just as the giant energy cannonball was about to hit Warlord, Ferrard, who was wrapped in a black robe, rushed forward like a flash of light. He used his own body to take the hit of the energy cannonball for Warlord.
Boom ~
A mushroom cloud that looked like the explosion of an atomic bomb shot up into the sky. The shockwaves from the explosion spread out in all directions. Tons of sand flew into the air, forming a sandstorm with very low visibility.
Ferrard spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. His black robe was in tatters, and his body was covered with burn wounds.
"Ferrard?" Warlord glanced at him with an indifferent expression.
Ferrard ignored the pain all over his body and got up to salute him. "My Sucking Blood Clan has offended you. Please forgive me, Your Highness!" Then, he stood up and shouted at Ghost in the air, "Get down here now!"
"Who … Who are you?"
At that moment, the uneasiness in Ghost's heart was magnified to the extreme. She had a feeling that this black-robed man was somehow related to her.
"My name is Ferrard!"
Ferrard took off the black cloth covering his face, revealing his face that had been ravaged by the passage of time. His pupils had turned blue, and two blood-sucking fangs were protruding from his upper teeth.
"Your father is Ferrard."
Ghost's body trembled. She felt as if the voices of her clansmen were ringing in her ears. Ferrard was her father, and her father was Ferrard.
"Fa … Father?!"
Ghost's voice trembled. She had never expected that the father she had always dreamed of meeting would be right in front of her. She had imagined countless scenarios of meeting her father, but this was the only one she had never imagined.
"So your father is not locked up. He has become the King of Swords' assistant," the Duck Emperor said in surprise.
Ghost could no longer hear what the Duck Emperor said. She broke free from the Duck Emperor's claws and landed on the ground. Then, she ran toward Ferrard recklessly. Her eyes were red, and tears welled up in her eyes.
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