817 Divine Spear Destroys the World

This vampire was not a Marquis, but he could unleash the Source Blood Offering. That could only mean that this black-robed man's parents were pureblood vampires.

The Source Blood Offering was a forbidden technique among the Blood Kindred. It was second only to Twilight. Once it was unleashed, it was irreversible. The black-robed man was a Blood Kindred Grand Earl. He was comparable to a Martial Arts Grandmaster third realm existence. Even if he did not unleash the Source Blood Offering, Mo Wen did not want to battle with him.

The Martial Arts Grandmaster third realm was the pinnacle of the realm. Even though Mo Wen's current cultivation had broken through to the pinnacle of the Golden Elixir Realm, he was still no match for a Martial Arts Grandmaster third realm strong practitioner. Maybe he was more powerful in some areas compared to a person of the Martial Arts Grandmaster third realm, but his overall ability was still far weaker.

If this sort of absolute strong practitioner unleashed a Source Blood Offering to hunt him down, it would be completely terrifying.

"This is madness. Can it be that all foreigners don't fear death?" Mo Wen's expression was menacing. Once this sort of forbidden technique was unleashed, the end result would also be rather frightening for a Blood Kindred. They could end up killing themselves with a single mishap. Even if they did not die, their cultivation would decrease by several realms, even possibly lowering them from a Grand Earl to a Viscount.

Source Blood was the most essential thing to a Blood Kindred. This vampire was practically desperate.

Mo Wen anxiously increased his speed to the utmost limit, hoping to escape from the grasp of this Blood Kindred lunatic. At this moment, it was impossible for him to be a match for this black-robed man.

"Do you think that you can still escape? The Sacred Embryo Incarnation is more important than my life. You dared to covet the precious treasure of the Blood Kindred, and now you should be prepared to pay the price."

The black-robed man chased Mo Wen in a sinister fashion. The next moment, his body exploded. Countless crimson flames churned. A huge vampire bat emerged silently from among the crimson flames. The vampire bat emanated an unparalleled terrifying aura. Even the young master of the Ghost Lair would most likely retreat if he encountered it.

The huge crimson flame bat flapped its wings and became a beam of crimson light that instantly caught up with Mo Wen. A terrifying power directly crashed towards Mo Wen's back.

"Do you really not fear death?"

Mo Wen's expression was now even more vicious. He had never a person like this before. His opponent seemed to not even be afraid of death if it meant he could hunt Mo Wen down. It was already impossible for Mo Wen to withstand this sort of attack with his own power. Helpless, he could only flick his wrist. A mass of golden light suddenly lit up in his hand. A talisman floated in his hand. It was the Vajrapani Talisman.

The Vajrapani Talisman was a spiritual talisman. It contained power that was comparable to an all-out attack from a Primordial Soul Realm immortal cultivator. Even if it was just the lowest first-rank spiritual talisman, it could still easily kill anyone below the Primordial Soul Realm.

However, the Vajrapani Talisman in Mo Wen's hand had decayed over a long period of time and had only been used once. It was unlikely to even have the power of a first-rank spiritual talisman. But, as a defensive spiritual talisman, it should not be a problem for it to block an attack from the vampire bat.

A mass of golden light enveloped Mo Wen's body. In the crimson light, there seemed to be images of Buddhas reciting prayers with their eyes closed. The sound of Sanskrit Buddhist prayers kept coming from the golden light.

Once the crimson flame bat encountered the mass of golden light, a large portion of the crimson Qi on its body instantly melted off.

Rumble!

The vampire bat directly collided with Mo Wen, but Mo Wen did not budge at all. The Vajrapani Shroud on the surface of his body shone brightly, sending the vampire bat flying.

"What is that?" The vampire bat circled above and stopped in mid-air, becoming a human silhouette. Half of the human silhouette's black robe had already been burnt off. The person inside was also exposed. It was an old foreigner with blonde hair and a hook-like nose. He seemed to be more than a hundred years old.

The vampires that ordinary people knew of were almost all young, tall, handsome and had long lifespans. They were model gentlemen, gathering elegance, knowledge, quaintness, and power in one body. In reality, this was a misunderstanding; ordinary vampires did not have such abilities.

Ordinary vampires would still age and die. They would grow old and their lives would still head towards death.

Only the pureblood vampires of legend could live for centuries and millennia. Also, because their bodies were full of Source Blood, they could retain their youth. The higher and deeper their cultivation, and the older the pureblood vampire, the younger they would sometimes appear instead.

On the surface, pureblood vampires might all appear as youths, but their age could make them the ancestors of these aging vampires.

Right now, blood flowed from the corner of the black-robed man's mouth. His face was pale, and his aura was chaotic. He seemed somewhat pathetic. Clearly he had been rattled by the Vajrapani Talisman and was already injured heavily.

He was fortunate that the Vajrapani Talisman had lost too much power. If it was a complete Vajrapani Talisman, he most likely would have died from the shock.

However, it was clear that the power of the Vajrapani Talisman was also limited. After receiving the impact, its light dimmed by almost half. Mo Wen estimated that the Vajrapani Talisman could only block two more attacks from the vampire.

"What item of yours is that?" The black-robed man was shocked. That item that seemed to be a mass of golden light actually could severely injure him. Right now, his ability was approaching that of a Marquis.

"Something that can send you to your grave." Mo Wen's ferocity was triggered by the black-robed man. A ferocious look flashed past Mo Wen's eyes. He did not retreat and instead advanced, becoming a beam of golden light that crashed towards the black-robed man.

"It is impossible for that item of yours to last long. Let's see who dies in the end!" The black-robed man realized that the layer of golden light on Mo Wen was not stable. It would not be able to last for long. He had even unleashed the Source Blood Offering; why would he fear Mo Wen now? He hardened his heart and once again pounced towards Mo Wen.

The two of them collided. Even with the black-robed man's astonishing cultivation, he was still sent flying by the Vajrapani Talisman. He kept vomiting blood. The power of the Vajrapani Talisman seeped into his body, beginning to destroy his internal organs.

"Let's see how long you can last," the black-robed man roared loudly. He drew an ancient sword from his body. Mo Wen did not know where he had hidden the weapon. The ancient sword's aura was abnormal, and mysterious runes glowed on it. It most likely was a sacred weapon of the western world.

This vampire actually even possessed a sacred weapon! He most likely had a high status among the Blood Kindred.

He did not bother with his injuries, pouncing forwards once again and cleaving his sword down on Mo Wen's head. However, the Vajrapani Shroud on Mo Wen's body once again sent him flying the vampire flying. The arm holding the sword exploded from the impact, becoming a mass of blood mist.

"Die!" The black-robed man was ferocious beyond compare. He grabbed the ancient sword sacred weapon that was falling through the cloud layer with his other hand, and once again wielded the ancient sword and slashed at Mo Wen's chest.

Right now, the Vajrapani Shroud on Mo Wen's body was already extremely dim. It was as though the wind could blow it away in one swoosh.

"Die!" The black-robed man slashed again at Mo Wen. This time, the Vajrapani Shroud did not send him flying. The longsword stopped for a moment and the recoil once again ripped the black-robed man's body open. Fresh blood splattered out, but the ancient sword in his hand broke through the defense of the Vajrapani Shroud and slashed towards Mo Wen's body.

The power of an all-out attack from the black-robed man was astonishing. Having lost the protection of the Vajrapani Talisman, it would be difficult for Mo Wen to withstand even the leftover power of this slash.

However, Mo Wen's expression remained calm. The cold look in his eyes became even more intense. When the black-robed man attacked him, he did not just stand there. Right now the spiritual power of more than fifty spiritual stones was surging through his body.

Even with the strength of his body, he nearly exploded from the spiritual power within him. The spiritual energy of fifty spiritual stones was terrifying. If his body had not gone through multiple metamorphoses, he most likely would have exploded and died.

When the black-robed man slashed down, a silvery-blue spear silently appeared in Mo Wen's hand. Once the spear appeared, it unleashed a frightening, earth-shattering aura. The clouds in the sky above instantly dispersed and a hole with a radius of a hundred-kilometers appeared in the sky. Bolts of lightning appeared, leaping around constantly. They seemed to form a sea of lightning.

"What is that?" the black-robed man subconsciously exclaimed. He felt a destructive aura coming towards him. A chill covered his entire body. It was as though he had fallen into Hell in an instant.

The Heavenly Serpent Divine Spear! The silvery-blue spear in Mo Wen's hand was the Heavenly Serpent Divine Spear that had become a spiritual treasure.

Ever since Mo Wen had left the Fighting Spirit Tower, he had never used this item. It was because he was unable to use it under normal circumstances. Once this destructive weapon was used, he would most likely be heavily injured.

Right now, when his life was in danger, Mo Wen hardened his heart and cast all caution to the wind. Even if he was to suffer frighteningly heavy injuries, he had to take the life of this vampire. Otherwise, such a ruthless person could do anything. A killing spirit welled up in Mo Wen's heart. He did not wish to leave such a scourge alone.

Rumble!

The Heavenly Serpent Divine Spear became a bolt of lightning and directly crashed into the black-robed man's chest. The destructive aura was like the waters of the heavenly river, constantly surging into his body.

Kacha!

There was a soft sound and the ancient sword in the vampire's hand snapped in two. It could not withstand the destructive attack of the Heavenly Serpent Divine Spear.

"You…" The black-robed man looked at Mo Wen in disbelief and then looked at the longsword in his hand. He was completely stunned. Bolts of lightning shot out from his body. The next moment, his body turned to dust, dissipating in the wind without a sound.

"You have forced my hand to this extent. Your death has not been in vain."

Mo Wen slowly retracted the arm that wielded the Heavenly Serpent Divine Spear. However, his movement was very stiff. It seemed as though even moving a little was very difficult. He used his remaining strength to send the Heavenly Serpent Divine Spear into the medicine spiritual ring. Then, his entire person dropped out of the sky like a stone.

Like the simplest free-falling body, Mo Wen fell straight into the forest below. He was completely knocked out. If his body was not strong enough, the fall would likely have killed him.

The moon was bright and cold winds swept across the sky. Everything had calmed down, and all was normal. It was as though nothing had happened.

The first rays of the morning sun stretched out over the land. A few youths carrying baskets traversed the Taihang Mountains' primeval forest. They were in the most primeval forests. Under normal circumstances, ordinary people would certainly not appear here.

However, people from the ancient martial arts sects that lived outside of the normal world were very familiar with the people who frequently traversed the primeval forest. They were all medicinal herb gathering disciples of a few sects. They were responsible for gathering precious medicinal herbs in the primeval forest.

These medicinal herb gathering disciples usually did not have high status in the sects, but they were the foundation of the sect. Even the Dafang Sect had a few thousand ordinary disciples.

"Huh, there seems to be a person over there." Among them, a young maiden wearing a coarse dress suddenly discovered a person lying on the ground.