CHAPTER 1371: CHAPTER 1371: THE WEST, NETHERWORLD KING CONFERENCE

"It’s over, it’s over. Before, I just wanted to make a show of it. I originally thought, since those vampires came to the East, they wouldn’t be so easily found. Even if they were found,

they would definitely flee immediately. After all, in this world, there are no fools. Once they escape, they’re safe. Even if there are conflicts, it wouldn’t lead to a big war."

Hua Muyang sat down on the chair with a mournful face, looking like he had lost all hope in life.

"But why the hell is everything going so smoothly!"

"Talk about finding vampires, and we found them!"

"Talk about killing vampires, and they were all killed!"

"Damn it, the leader of these vampires is a Martial Saint, and among them are quasi-Martial Saints, and Grandmasters! Why the hell are you so weak!"

Hua Muyang was on the verge of tears.

Fan Pingyuan, unable to stand Hua Muyang’s whining, fearful, and panicked demeanor, scolded, "You’re a Sect Master, after all. At this moment, can’t you show some dignity befitting a Sect Master?"

Hua Muyang sneered, "Dignity? Can dignity save my life? I need to escape. The vampires will definitely come back here; if I stay here, I’ll be dead. I need to run."

With that, Hua Muyang started running towards the door, actually preparing to flee.

Fan Pingyuan’s brow twitched, clearly indicating that his patience with this despicable and cowardly Sect Master had reached its limit.

Boom!

There was a loud noise, and just as Hua Muyang was rushing towards the door, he abruptly stopped at the entrance.

"You... you..."

His voice trembled.

At the door, a Gang Qi sword, already solidified and exuding a chilling aura, was stuck there! It was only an inch away from Hua Muyang; if he continued forward, his body would probably be cleaved in two.

"Master Hua."

Fan Pingyuan turned around and said coldly, "I advise you to think carefully about how to respond to the vampire attack."

At this point, Fan Pingyuan grinned and smiled, "I’ve focused on Martial Arts and am not very smart, so I need you to come up with a solution. But if you can’t think of a way, then my Ice Sword will fall upon you."

Hua Muyang heard this and collapsed to the ground, despair in his eyes.

Shit.

I can’t survive!

Being held down by Fan Pingyuan, there’s no way to escape. After all, he’s a Martial Saint.

So, from here on, I can only follow Fan Pingyuan’s orders and come up with a plan to deal with the vampires.

At that moment, Hua Muyang couldn’t help but want to cry. Why is it so damn difficult just to be a Sect Master of a holy martial land!

...

Meanwhile, as Huashan Sect was on high alert, the news of Flant’s death rapidly spread back to the Blood Clan’s Netherworld King City like a cyclone.

Another meeting was convened.

The Blood Clan, now with the eleven elders wielding the highest power, along with the Netherworld King Hades, gathered once more at the conference table.

Originally, there were thirteen elders, but Harren was killed by the Wolf King Rob III, and Flant was taken out by Xiao Zheng.

In the meeting room.

The atmosphere was tense.

There seemed to be a storm brewing here.

All the elders wore somber expressions, as if suppressing themselves, waiting for the moment they couldn’t hold back, and would erupt like a volcano.

"I think..." Dracula, the vampire elder who has to drain the blood of a beautiful virgin every decade, extremely brutal but devastatingly handsome, spoke slowly, suppressing the anger in his voice, "the world has forgotten the terror of our Blood Clan."

All the elders nodded solemnly.

They had sent Flant to the East, only for him to be swiftly and entirely annihilated by the Huashan Sect.

How arrogant!

Does Huashan Sect think the Blood Clan is easily bullied?

"Our Blood Clan has always been the oppressors, never the oppressed," Vlad III, the elder vampire who once slaughtered entire armies, said coldly, "Huashan Sect dared to kill our elder, and for that, they must pay the price!"

"This is no simple conflict anymore," added Nicola, another high-ranking elder in the Blood Clan, with a cold tone, "This is a conflict between the West and the East!"

"If word gets out that a Martial Saint level elder of ours was slaughtered by Eastern Martial Arts forces in the East, and we do nothing, how will other Western powers view us?

They might even think our Blood Clan’s power has waned!"

"This is about the dignity of our Blood Clan."

"We cannot let this go!"

Listening to this, all the elders couldn’t help but nod in deep agreement.

They all had the same thought in their hearts.

"No matter the cost, Huashan Sect must pay!"

"Deploy our Blood Clan’s army and sweep east!"

"This insult must not be borne. We shall wash away our shame with blood, bury our dead with bones, and let both the West and the East know that our Blood Clan cannot be trifled with!"

"In ancient times, we had the Crusades, which made all Eastern powers tremble, cowering in fear. Perhaps it’s time our Blood Clan undertakes another crusade eastward."

All the Blood Clan elders were impassioned and determined.

To them, the East was weak!

After all, in numerous historical confrontations, the East had always been at a disadvantage, forced to defend, only to be defeated miserably each time.

The historical crusades are proof! Were they not each a conquest where the East ended with rivers of blood, with the victors returning triumphantly?

Every time they truly displayed their strength, the East could only scream and wail.

Among them, only the Netherworld King Hades remained silent.

The intense discussions among the elders eventually made them realize that the Netherworld King Hades seemed somewhat peculiar, and they couldn’t help but look over.

Though Hades’ control over the Blood Clan wasn’t absolute, as each elder had their own agenda, it couldn’t be denied that Hades was the strongest among the Blood Clan. Every word they spoke carried significant weight!

"Lord Netherworld King, what... do you think?" an elder asked immediately.