The old man did not react at all, his eyelids did not even flutter, his eyes were fixed on the ground, his face was full of woodenness.
"Grandpa Duan, what's wrong with you?" Han Xiaohan felt that something was wrong with his grandfather, and the joy that he hadn't had time to feel suddenly disappeared. He rushed forward and tried to pull the old man away from him. The two young men sneered, both of them swayed and blocked in front of Han Xiaohan, and said with a smile: "Sorry, you can't touch him!"
"Get out of the way!" Han Xiaohan's pupils were filled with blood, his eyes flashed red, murderous aura surged from his body, and he shouted at the top of his lungs.
“I’m afraid this isn’t that easy!” The two young men ignored his anger and snorted coldly, “Without the orders of the Heavenly Emperor and the Ghost King, we won’t give in!”
"You want to die!" Han Xiaohan was so angry that he shouted loudly. A layer of faint red light appeared all over his body, and the murderous aura was so strong that it almost solidified the air within a few meters around him.
The expressions on the faces of the two young men did not change much, but they were secretly shivering in their hearts. Under Han Xiaohan's angry gaze, the two felt as if the air around them was filled with invisible steel needles, piercing their bodies, causing burning pain, unable to dodge or block it. However, the two young men had extremely high status in the vampire army, after all, they were not ordinary people. Although they were afraid in their hearts, they did not retreat a single step. They shook their hands, their nails grew rapidly, and their fangs protruded from their lips, as if they were ready to compete with Han Xiaohan.
"Get out of my way!" Han Xiaohan raised his arm, his entire arm already covered in blood-red light, as he prepared to swing it at the two young men.
"Han Xiaohan!" The middle-aged man in black had a sharp sword in his hand, with the tip of the sword resting on the old man's shoulder and tightly against his neck. "If you take one more step forward, your grandfather's life will be lost in your hands!" His voice was not loud, but to Han Xiaohan it was like a bolt from the blue, and he took a step back in shock.
The old man showed no reaction to the sword at his neck. His expression was still expressionless and he didn't even blink. His body seemed like an empty shell without a soul.
Han Xiaohan gritted his teeth, clenched his fists tightly, and didn't even feel his nails digging into his flesh. His eyes were already flashing red, and he asked in a stern voice: "What did you do to my grandfather?"
"Haha!" The man in black chuckled and said, "If you don't want to see him being killed in front of you, just surrender. Otherwise..." As he spoke, he flicked his wrist and the sharp edge of the sword cut a gash on the old man's neck. Han Xiaohan was horrified and angry, his eyes were about to burst, and he said fiercely, "If you dare to hurt my grandfather, I will tear you into pieces!"
"Haha!" The middle-aged man in black laughed wildly and said, "Whether he will be hurt or not depends entirely on your performance!"
Han Xiaohan stared at the wound on the old man's neck. His body trembled and he asked in a trembling voice, "What do you want me to do?"
The middle-aged man in black laughed strangely, "You want me to feel safe, but you are too scary now. However, for a man without arms, no matter how scary he is, I won't take him too seriously!" Han Xiaohan gritted his teeth and said coldly, "You want my arm?"
“Haha!” The middle-aged man in black shook his shoulders and laughed, “I know it will be painful if you do it yourself. These two can help you!”