The Blood Throne slowly stood up straight, turned around, and looked at Qianye who was standing at the door.
He gritted his teeth fiercely, shouted "I'll fight with you!", then leaped into the fish, and rushed towards Qianye like lightning.
However, just halfway through, the blood core pulsation of the Blood Throne suddenly stagnated, and the blood energy in his body almost came to a sudden stop, his limbs became limp and weak, and then his body suddenly became tens of times heavier, and finally fell to the ground with a plop.
"You! How is it possible..." The Blood Throne struggled to get up, looking at the quietly burning dark gold blood energy in Qianye's hands, his face was full of shock.
"Just because Mei Danzuo and the others can't do it doesn't mean I can't do it. You did have a good record in the past, but it's a pity, you are a vampire after all."
The Throne of Blood felt the trembling in the depths of the blood core, and all the blood energy became semi-solidified, and it was extremely difficult to operate.
He knew that it was because of fear, the instinctive fear from the depths of his blood, and the awe of the superior.
In other words, his bloodline has been suppressed by Qianye in all directions, and the strength he can display now is probably not as good as that of the Viscount. He finally understood that as a blood race, he didn't even have the qualifications to fight desperately in front of Qianye.
At this point, the Blood Throne calmed down, looking at the dark golden blood fire in Qianye's hands, with a complicated expression, he said, "If I remember correctly, you are much younger than me, perhaps not as old as me. A fraction."
"Maybe."
"You can actually have such pure blood and fire, it's really... jealous." The Blood Throne sighed.
Qianye smiled faintly, and said: "It is more convenient to suppress the blood race, so I use it. Normally, it is generally not used."
The Blood Throne let out a long laugh, and said, "This is the majesty's possession, and even the holy mountain is not impossible. But you want to say, this is not your most powerful method?"
"Really not."
"You can suppress me, but don't try to fool me! If you think I'm so easy to deceive, you're wrong. Also, I'm not as afraid of death as other immortals!"
Qianye said: "Forget it, let me show you what is the first drop of blood in the long river of blood."
"You, what did you say?" The Blood Throne's voice was trembling. The first drop of blood is the dream source of all blood races, but so far, no blood race has been able to know what the first drop of blood is like.
But he had an intuition that Qianye was not lying.
Qianye stretched out his hand, and something seemed to appear in his hand.
The Blood Throne rubbed his eyes, trying to see more clearly, but suddenly his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness.
He didn't know how long it was before he woke up slowly, feeling his whole body was sore and weak, and he didn't have any strength. But the blood core was pulsating extremely slowly. He looked intently, and was shocked to find that the blood core was covered with tiny cracks, which were almost about to be shattered. Once the blood core is broken, even the maharaja will fall, let alone him.
The Blood Throne struggled to sit up, but one hand pressed his shoulder, preventing him from standing up.
"Lie down for a while, you will hurt the blood core when you get up now, don't blame me for returning to the Marquis."
"Let me get up! That must have been the first drop of blood just now! I know, I already felt it."
Qianye shook his head, "You just touched a little bit of breath, and your blood core almost exploded. If you really saw it, you wouldn't die, and you must stop wanting your eyes. I really want to see it, and I'll wait until you become a maharaja." .”
The Blood Throne turned his head, stared at Qianye, and said word by word: "You are the first drop of blood!"
"It can be said to be, but it doesn't seem to be very useful, and it may not be able to beat the second drop of blood." Qianye smiled gently.
"Wait, let me calm down first." Xue Changhe closed his eyes and lay on his back on the ground, the blood in his body gradually accelerated and he entered a state of boiling blood.
After a while, he opened his eyes, struggled to stand up, and said, "Your Majesty Qianye, if you have an order, I will try my best to do it. If you want to punish me for any crime, then even if I lose, I will never surrender .Even if it’s just shaking your fist, it’s resistance.”
"You used to kill the blood race, how could you be willing to do things for me?"
"You are the first drop of blood in the long river of blood, the natural leader of all blood races. Even the Queen of the Night will be behind you. Serving you is a brand engraved deep in the blood core of every blood race."
Qianye said: "How do I know, you didn't try to please me to cover up the shooting at Yetong?"
The Blood Throne was startled, and bowed his head and said, "At that time, I was also forced by the situation, and I didn't know the identity of His Majesty Yetong. Fortunately, she didn't suffer too much harm because of it."
Qianye nodded and stretched out his hand: "Bring it."
"What?"
"The gun you used to shoot Nighteye."
The Blood Throne hesitated a little, then took out a gun in an old-fashioned leather case from the suitcase, and handed it to Qianye.
Qianye weighed the gun holster and said, "Is this Broken Fleeting Year?"
"Yes."
"Okay, then I'm leaving, you continue to pack your luggage. I will come to you again if I have something to do in the future, maybe I will let you move." Qianye waved his hand, turned and left.
"Are you going to find the Queen of the Night?"
"Why not." Qianye's figure disappeared.
The Blood Throne opened his mouth, but said nothing. It wasn't until Qianye's figure completely disappeared that he whispered: "I wanted to ask if you could take me with you... Forget it, it's useless even if I go. I'm probably going to pass out before they start beating me."
He returned to the suitcase, rubbed his hands, and said, "Okay! Continue to unpack your luggage."
After collecting two pieces of clothes, he remembered something: "Your Majesty is not going to kill me, why should I pack my luggage? Hmm?"
Qianye was walking in the void, he threw away the holster of Broken Time, weighed the famous gun in the world, raised a ball of brilliance in his hand, put it inside, and then saw a pair of wings of light emerging from Broken Time . After a while, the light wings became fuller, while the light on the Broken Fleeting Year seemed a little dim.
Qianye put away the broken fleeting years, and the original wings spread out at his fingertips. In those bright and clean wings, he clearly saw his own face. Next to this perfect face, there were familiar faces.
There were Zhao Jundu, Zhao Ruoxi, Ji Tianqing, Li Kuanglan, Zhao Yuying, Wei Potian, and more and more faces emerged. Not only the human race, but also the King of Green, Anwen, and many strong men who have taken refuge in him.
Qianye retracted the primordial wings, and the countless faces on the wings disappeared.
If you want to stop, these seem to need to be stopped, but if you think about it carefully, it is not necessary. Whether you have it or not, it's all the same.
Qianye looked deep into the void, looking for the location of the holy mountain. With just a glance, he narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that the starry sky seemed to become more dazzling.
He frowned, for a moment he was not sure whether he should go to see Anwen first. This genius demon must be more sensitive to changes in the starry sky, unlike Qianye, who has the original force of chaos in the sky, but he can't find any changes in the starry sky, let alone the reason for the change.