CHAPTER 1376: CHAPTER 1376: JIANG YIZHAN MAKES HIS ENTRANCE

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Swish!

Outside the valley, a figure dashed swiftly along the mountain path, moving like a monkey, with incredible speed.

It was Fan Pingyuan.

The movement technique he displayed was a profound Qinggong from the Hushan Sect, known as the White Horse Crossing Gap Technique.

Once executed, it was as swift as a white horse crossing a gap, a top-tier Qinggong.

However, if one observed carefully, they would notice a hint of unfamiliarity in Fan Pingyuan’s execution.

This was because he hadn’t been cultivating this technique for long.

Hua Muyang had instructed him to practice this cultivation technique precisely for this moment.

To lure the enemy!

Fan Pingyuan looked up at the distant, boundless mountains, a subtle smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

That Hua Muyang was truly clever; the actions of these members of the Blood Clan were unfolding exactly according to his previous plan.

What’s next...

"We just need to lead this group of the Blood Clan to the front of Medicine King Valley, then Brother Jiang and I will join forces to fight them briefly, pretend to fail, and retreat into Medicine King Valley, smoothly drawing the battle into the valley."

Fan Pingyuan thought to himself, "If Hua Muyang is right, once this group sees the abundant treasures and geniuses inside Medicine King Valley, they will surely become greedy and start plundering outright."

"By then, a good show will unfold."

...

"Chase!"

"That person has just undergone a major battle and is exhausted; he can’t escape."

"We absolutely mustn’t let him go; we have to capture him!"

A group of vampires shouted loudly, following the traces left by Fan Pingyuan, chasing him deeper into the mountains.

Vlad III was at the back of the group, lightly fluttering his wings, effortlessly staying close behind them.

He wasn’t in a hurry.

A mere Martial Saint, already exhausted from the previous battle, would eventually be caught.

He wasn’t worried about any traps ahead.

Would Vlad III, the most brutal and graceful ruler among the Blood Clan, fear a human trap?

He was pursuing Fan Pingyuan with an attitude as if teasing a little white mouse.

Moreover...

This person didn’t seem too weak and had some potential; he might consider turning him into a blood servant after capture, adding another general to his ranks.

Soon, a basin appeared ahead, surrounded by towering mountains and lush trees, yet there was nothing within the basin.

Fan Pingyuan stood at the center of the plain, with his back facing them.

"Hmm?"

Vlad’s brow furrowed slightly upon seeing this and he waved his hand, "Stop."

The vampires stopped instantly, their eyes fierce, staring at Fan Pingyuan’s back in the basin.

"Human Martial Saint, why aren’t you running? Are you desperate and afraid to continue opposing us? Hahaha," Beao laughed.

"Hehe, during the previous battle, he already consumed much of his strength, and now, after running so long, he surely can’t hold out any longer."

"The Hushan Sect is truly foolish, thinking that sending a Martial Saint could stop us, not realizing that in front of Lord Vlad, a Martial Saint is nothing."

"Hehe, Human Martial Saint, you might as well surrender obediently!"

All the vampires shouted.

"Hehe."

Fan Pingyuan let out a cold laugh, turned around, and glanced at the vampires, "Have you ever wondered why I stopped here?"

"You’re scared."

"Perhaps exhausted."

"Pretending to be mysterious."

The vampires laughed.

Vlad III was somehow holding a cup of thick blood again, sipping it slowly, looking like a noble savoring fine wine, exuding elegance.

Upon hearing Fan Pingyuan’s words, he smiled faintly, "Human Martial Saint, do you know what we Blood Clan excel at?"

Fan Pingyuan smiled, "What?"

Vlad extended a finger, pale yet more slender and beautiful than a woman’s, pointing at the sky, "The Blood Clan is akin to bats, and bats excel at using invisible sound waves to detect enemy movements."

"Therefore..."

Vlad smiled with composure and elegance, as if everything was under control, "I knew of your ambush here from a kilometer away."

"Why don’t you call them out?"

"Hehe." Fan Pingyuan showed no surprise at all, "You Blood Clan have some tricks, nothing surprising. Brother Jiang, since they’ve already discovered you, hurry up and come out."

"It’s really disappointing." A voice came from a mysterious corner outside the basin, "I originally thought I was well hidden, but I was discovered so easily."

Accompanied by the voice, a slender figure slowly emerged from a corner.

It was a young man, with an ancient-style long sword strapped to his back, sharp eyebrows, handsome features, and a faint smile on his face.

"Jiang Yizhan of the Hushan Sect."

After appearing, the figure slightly cupped his hand towards Vlad, "I request your guidance."

"It’s you?"

Vlad III’s pupils shrank instantly.

Even he couldn’t maintain his composure at this moment.

The name Jiang Yizhan was renowned many years ago, comparable to the North Mountain Venerable. His Red Flame Sword behind him, capable of burning and splitting the skies, undefeated and feared by many.

"I’ve heard that the Martial Saint of the Hushan Sect resides in seclusion in the rear mountains and doesn’t act regardless of the situation, seems like the information was incorrect," Vlad III soon returned to calm.

"Your information is correct." Jiang Yizhan smiled, "Just that I’m different from others, having some animosity with your Blood Clan. So, upon hearing you were coming, I couldn’t resist wanting to slay some vampires."

Vlad III crushed the cup in his hand, blood staining his fingers. He watched the blood flowing through his hands, indifferently saying, "You don’t suppose that merely Jiang Yizhan can handle me, do you?"

"Underrate me, and I’ll be upset."

Jiang Yizhan slowly drew the long sword from his back, its body crimson red, like blood, shining coldly under the sunlight.

"Whether I can handle you can’t be determined by words alone; only this sword in my hand can make an accurate judgment."

Boom!

With these words, flames suddenly soared from the crimson long sword, rolling and burning in the void.