His red eyes slowly swept over the crowd, and everyone shuddered under his gaze. Those who wanted to escape did not move at this moment. It was not that they did not want to run, but their legs did not obey their commands. The young man's eyes finally fell on Han Xiaohan, who was frozen into ice. Through the ice, Han Xiaohan's appearance was clearly visible, and the red light could still be seen from his wide-open eyes.
The young man walked up to him and reached out his hand to touch the ice. His face was dazed and he was lost in thought. Sometimes he was sad, sometimes he was happy, sometimes he was angry, and sometimes he was happy. Finally, he raised his head, closed his eyes slightly, laughed wildly, and said in a loud voice: "Only a thousand years have passed. How could the blood race become so useless!"
"You... who are you?" Duan Yingjie held his sword horizontally, looked at him in surprise, and asked doubtfully.
"Who am I? Haha—" The young man laughed again, turned his head, stared at Duan Yingjie with scarlet eyes, shook his head gently and said: "Humans are really forgetful, I have only been away from China for two thousand years, and you have forgotten who I am!"
Two thousand years? Duan Yingjie almost stuck out his tongue. He snorted coldly, "My friend, are you kidding me? Two thousand years ago, you didn't even know where you were!"
The young man sighed, and said slowly: "Two thousand years ago, who dared to speak like this to me? But now that I am back, no one can stop me, and no one can force me to leave. I am still the god here!" As he spoke, he pointed at the people in heaven and laughed sinisterly: "Your lives all belong to me! And the only person you have to obey is me!" After that, the young man opened his arms and laughed up to the sky.
Is he talking nonsense? Duan Yingjie almost doubted whether there was something wrong with his brain. Although he appeared strange, his words were too mysterious and crazy. He looked at Su Dong, who was also looking at him and shook his head with a bitter smile. It seemed that Su Dong had the same idea as him.
"You are Cain!" A voice came from behind Duan Yingjie and others. When people heard it, they were all happy, knowing that the Emperor of Heaven had arrived. With him around, everyone felt more confident. In everyone's mind, the Emperor of Heaven was a god-like figure.
The young man raised his eyes and looked at the Emperor of Heaven. He nodded and smiled, "You are a human! As a human, it is not easy for you to reach your current level of martial arts. Haha, it's great that you know my name. I guess it was you who brought me back to China?!"
"That's right!" said the Emperor of Heaven, "Your body was found in a hidden pyramid in the dense forests of Africa. I brought you back to China, and used your genes to transform into a group of super warriors, the vampire army!" As he spoke, the Emperor of Heaven looked around with great pride at the vampires who had survived, but there were only a few left.
"Hmph!" The young man sneered and said, "Are you talking about these blood slaves? How can these inferior blood slaves be considered my servants? They have not inherited any power from me at all. They are just a bunch of useless trash. They should not live in this world. Their existence is an insult to me!"
With one sentence, he sentenced the vampires to death. The young man slowly stretched out his hand, and then his eyes flashed red. More than 20 people in the blood-sucking army screamed in unison, trembling all over and falling to the ground, their bodies twitching violently, blood flowing from all seven orifices, and their screams were soul-stirring.