Chapter 389: Chapter 389: Those Not of My Kind, Their Hearts Must Be Different (5th Update)
“Those who are not of our kind, must have a different heart.”
This phrase was a truth forged by countless bloodshed.
Thus, Xue An had not a shred of mercy toward these Blood Clan members.
The white flames transformed into a sea of fire, rushing directly towards the Blood Clan.
All of them, except for Andre, perished in an instant, turned to ashes by the flames without a chance to breathe.
Andre was also tainted by a wisp of flame, despite rapidly employing many of the Blood Clan’s restorative techniques.
But the flames, like maggots in decaying flesh, burned through his protective bloodlight and began to spread rapidly.
Andre was so terrified that he hurriedly threw out a piece of pale gold parchment.
“Father, save me!”
Boom!
A majestic presence filled the world, and the shadow of a Blood Clan figure with five pairs of golden wings appeared in mid-air.
This was Andre’s lifesaving trick.
A secret script capable of summoning the shadow of a Blood Prince level being.
Although it was just a shadow, its overwhelming aura forced Quintina and Selina, among others, to retreat.
Andre smirked, “Despicable human, you actually possess the flame of light, and for that alone, I shall tear you to shreds! Die!”
With that, the shadow of the Blood Prince flapped its wings, and in an instant, appeared right in front of Xue An.
The speed was so fast, it was as if it had traveled through time.
Then the shadow folded its wings, and countless rays of bloodlight enveloped Xue An.
“Master!” Quintina cried out in alarm.
Selina, on the other hand, let out a sigh of relief.
It would be good if he were dead!
If this man died, the soul bond on her could easily be lifted.
But at that moment, the formidable shadow of the Blood Prince exploded violently.
Countless fragments of blood light were incinerated into nothingness by the white fire.
And Xue An walked slowly from within, smiling at the petrified Andre, “It’s a pity it’s just a shadow; otherwise, I could have condensed a Blood Pearl!
Andre trembled all over and turned to run.
But Xue An, with a casual grip of his hand, said lightly, “Condense!”
Andre felt the space around him suddenly become incredibly firm, making it impossible to move even an inch.
“No… My father is a Blood Clan Council member, if you dare kill me! He won’t let you go!”
Andre screamed in extreme terror as he watched Xue An approach slowly.
Xue An shook his head, his eyes twinkling, “What I do hope for is exactly for your father to come looking for me!”
With that, endless flames engulfed Andre, who vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving behind a Blood Pearl in Xue An’s hand.
Yet another Marquis Blood Bead.
Xue An didn’t even look at it, tossing it to Quintina before turning his gaze to Selina.
Seeing Xue An’s indifferent eyes, Selina felt a chill run through her.
“Kill me… just kill me!”
Selina wasn’t afraid of death; what she feared were Xue An’s endless, devil-like methods.
Xue An smiled faintly, “It seems I was wrong about something; your soul bound to me is not firm enough.”
“No, please, kill me, I…,” Selina begged in utter terror.
With a snap of his fingers, a light emerged from Selina’s forehead and flew directly into Benedict’s mind.
Selina’s face instantly showed confusion, then gradually returned to normal.
Then she knelt respectfully before Benedict, gently kissing his shoes and said with reverence, “Master!”
Her voice was devoid of the earlier arrogance and rebelliousness.
And within Blood Mountain.
Blood Prince Andrew suddenly trembled all over, his eyes revealing a shocking glint of bloody light.
“My lord, what has angered you so?” The butler approached and asked quietly.
Andrew’s expression changed unpredictably, “Someone has killed my offspring, Andre!”
“Family Head, please calm your rage. Could it be the work of the Church of Light?” the butler asked.
“Not sure, but there have been continuous incidents within the Blood Clan recently. When the full moon night council meeting convenes, I must explain this matter to the distinguished councilors!” Andre said gravely.
London.
Garry stood in front of the hotel window, looking down at this brilliantly lit city, sighing with a touch of helplessness.
“What a headache of a city! Complicated and, at the same time, a hiding place for filth and corruption!”
Alonso deeply agreed with this sentiment.
In fact, since the Middle Ages.
London had been the primary battlefield where light and darkness clashed.
No faction could truly control it.
The only thing achievable was maintaining a delicate balance.
Therefore, compared to other cities where the forces of light were strong, in London, Garry’s identity as a cardinal of the Church of Light didn’t seem to be of much use here.
“Let’s take our time investigating it!” Garry said.
“Sure!” Alonso replied.
A small town in Europe.
“Curse!” With Fan Mengxue’s shout.
A gray light flew out of Fan Mengxue’s palm.
Crack, crack, crack!
Anastasia clapped her hands, walking over with a face full of admiration.
“Meng Xue, your talent truly is the strongest I’ve ever seen! In just a few days, you’ve managed to use a middle-level witchcraft like the Curse Technique!”
Fan Mengxue looked a bit embarrassed, “I feel… as if all these Dark Witchcrafts are quite obedient to me!”
Anastasia giggled charmingly, “That’s because your talent is powerful! If it were an ordinary person, they would need several years just to communicate with the darkness, and it might even be impossible to achieve in a lifetime.”
The two were talking in the room.
Han Yao walked in, her face filled with anger.
“Meng Xue, that old fart from the film association insists you visit in person! I’m sure he’s up to no good!”
Han Yao didn’t even glance at Anastasia, who was sitting on the couch, as if she simply didn’t exist.
“Meng Xue, we might as well give up on that award if it means not letting such an old geezer take advantage!” Han Yao was still furious.
Fan Mengxue nodded, “Alright, I got it! Yao Sister, I’ll be careful.”
After Han Yao left.
Anastasia smiled faintly, “Your agent really does care about you.”
She had just used Dark Witchcraft, which Han Yao couldn’t see at all.
Fan Mengxue gave a wry smile, “Yao Sister has indeed been good to me!”
Anastasia said lightly, “You seem very troubled about this matter.”
Fan Mengxue hung her head in silence.
“Remember, you are now a witch who walks amidst the darkness. To deal with these men with ulterior motives, do I still need to teach you how?” Anastasia’s face revealed a trace of severity.
Fan Mengxue hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
“Miss Fan, I must express my sincerest admiration for your directorial talent and acting potential!” A portly middle-aged man said with an exaggerated expression on his face.
Fan Mengxue smiled, then carefully considered her tone, trying to speak in the most formal manner possible, “President, I would like to ask about the award my film has won….”
The man laughed heartily, “Miss Fan’s film winning the award is well deserved, but….”
“You’ve got to give something in return!”