After signing in for fifty years, I became the leader of the vampire clan

Marston's mental power was exhausted, and Fang Qingyan caught up with him and punched him in the chest.

Zila Zila——

The power of the extreme yang raged in his body, and wherever it passed, his skin was charred and blurred.

The powerful recovery and self-healing ability of the blood race was not even effective. The extremely yin blood disintegrated as soon as it encountered the power of the extreme yang.

This is no longer a suppression of strength.

This is professional restraint! ! !

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang.

Earl Marston was shot down and fell heavily from the sky into the ground.

A deep pit in the shape of a human was smashed.

A moment later, a half-burnt hand trembled and stretched out from the edge of the pit. Marston crawled out in a mess and weakness, looking extremely miserable, like a dying candle.

Just as he crawled to the ground, he found a pair of feet ten centimeters in front of his eyes... Fang Qingyan stood in front of him with his hands behind his back and expressionless.

"Woo~"

Marston burst into tears, tears streaming down.

He immediately knelt down and kowtowed, his forehead hitting the floor with a "bang bang" sound.

"Don't... don't kill me, please let me go." He begged without dignity, "I can give you anything you want, money, beauty, power, status... As long as you let me go, everything I have is yours!"

Fang Qingyan was silent for two seconds, and then showed a playful smile:

"You are too shameless, are all royal nobles as hypocritical as you, or are you one of the few shames of the royal family?"

"You should not be called royal nobles, but the 'royal kneeling clan', the clan kneeling on the ground!"

Brutal and ravage the weak;

Offer your knees and dignity to the strong;

If old housekeeper Albert is still alive, he will definitely spit a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground at this time...

The corners of Marston's mouth twitched. He was humiliated by Fang Qingyan but did not dare to attack. His eyes were hopeful and full of pleading: "Can you not kill me?"

Fang Qingyan shook his head: "I'm sorry, it was possible before, but not now. If I don't kill you, I can't continue to live a peaceful and low-key life. I can only trouble you to die."

If it was someone else who begged like this, he might be moved with sympathy.

But a cruel and evil person like Marston will never be able to redeem himself.

Let him go today, and he can bring his Marquis father back tomorrow for revenge.

"Woo woo~ Why don't you let me go...then...then let's die together!!!"

Marston, who was crying, suddenly roared, and his broken body burst out with amazing power.

He suddenly jumped up and attacked, attacking Fang Qingyan's head directly. This was a blow that condensed all his strength!

Bang!

Fang Qingyan easily grasped his right fist with his left hand, his expression was indifferent and his eyes were cold.

Then his right fist was wrapped in the red-gold yang power and blasted out fiercely. With a "boom", Marston's head was blown up.

The headless body fell down with a bang.

The powerful earl fell just like that.

"Why bother? I just want to practice in a low-key manner, but you have to provoke me."

Fang Qingyan shook his head and glanced at Marston's body.

The body soared into the air and broke through the air.

After the matter was done, he left with a brush of clothes, hiding his body and name.

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Chapter 18

After getting rid of this annoying Earl Marston, Fang Qingyan returned to the castle and cleaned up the battlefield.

Give those who are not dead yet a final blow.

Kill them all, leaving no one alive!

On the way back, he cleaned up all the clues.

After making sure that everyone who knew about this matter was physically "silenced", Fang Qingyan returned to Castine Castle in a carefree manner.

No one knew that he did this.

...

The commotion caused by Marston Castle was not small.

Many people in the ancestral land of the blood clan were alarmed, and strong men kept flying in the moonlight to check the situation.

When they saw the body of Earl Marston and the castle buried in the fire, everyone was shocked and speechless...

The heir of Marquis Bruch was killed by a mysterious person!

This is a royal nobleman who is high above!

For a while, some people were furious, and some were secretly happy.

The blood clan who usually disliked Earl Marston secretly opened red wine to celebrate.

But there were also major forces that immediately launched an investigation.

...

Time flew to the next day.

Castine Castle.

Fang Qingyan and the few surviving servants had cleaned up the bodies and the battlefield.

The garden and house are being repaired at the moment.

"Hey, have you heard that the Earl of Marston's castle was wiped out last night."

"I received the news. It is said that no one was left alive. It is really gratifying!"

"Old housekeeper Albert can rest in peace."

"Do you think it was done by the mysterious strong man who saved us yesterday?"

...

Fang Qingyan moved his ears, stopped the tools in his hands, turned around and said to them: "Shut up, don't mention this matter again. If you don't want to get into trouble, just pretend you know nothing."

"Why?" Someone asked puzzled.

Fang Qingyan said solemnly: "Think about it, Marston's personal guards were wiped out by a mysterious strongman here, and then Earl Marston's castle was bloodbathed. If outsiders know, our Carstein Bao must be the number one suspect, do you want someone to come to your door again? "

When several servants heard this, they immediately trembled, their faces turned pale, and their eyes were frightened.

I remembered the scene yesterday when I was chased and chopped down by Marston's Guards.

For a moment, everyone nodded like chickens pecking at rice——

"Okay, okay, none of us are allowed to tell anyone."

"Don't say a word about that mysterious strong man who saved us!"

"When the Earl comes back, let him make the decision. Before that, I don't want to get involved in any more trouble."

"Edward is so smart!"

…

Fang Qingyan looked calm and continued his work.

There were originally more than twenty guards, servants, maids and housekeepers in Castle Kastein, but now there are only two or three kittens left.

The old butler Albert is gone, and no one makes the decision on many matters in the castle, and no one assigns them work.

No one knew what to do, and everyone felt uneasy.

Fang Qingyan was quite calm.

After cleaning the garden and study as usual, he skillfully reached Count Carstein's bedroom, opened the coffin lid and lay down in it.

Tear--

Fang Qingyan took out a bag of human blood, tore open the seal, and drank it.

After filling his stomach, he closed his eyes and entered a meditative state, and the vast sea of ​​energy and blood in his body began to rhythm slowly.

He began to practice spiritual practice.

…

The white horse passes through the gap.

Time flies, and three months have passed.

After reaching the earl realm, the rate of blood improvement suddenly slowed down.

Fang Qingyan meditated and practiced day after day, repeatedly condensing the power of Qi and blood.

It took three months to barely go from joining the count to reaching the peak of the count.

If he hadn't signed in occasionally to get blood essence, it would have taken seven or eight years.

Click——

The coffin lid was lifted.

Fang Qingyan sat up with his upper body.

After checking his physical condition, a smile appeared on his face.

"I finally raised my energy and blood to the peak of count. I won't need to practice anymore for a long time."

The power of Qi and blood in his body at this moment was extremely strong, and there was destructive power dormant under his fair skin.

It won't be of any use if you continue to practice.

As a vampire's strength increases, meditation practice can only polish the power of Qi and blood and achieve quantitative changes from the early stage of the realm to the peak.

But if you want to achieve a "qualitative change" in life levels such as a major breakthrough, you can only rely on the blood essence of high-level vampires.

Fang Qingyan glanced at his backpack.

Six drops of Marquis blood essence have been accumulated in it.

But it's not enough. His foundation is too solid. If he wants to break through to the Marquis, he will need at least twenty drops of the Marquis' blood essence!

"It would be great if there was Duke Essence and Blood. A drop of Duke Essence and Blood would be enough for me to break through."

Fang Qingyan thought in his heart.

But then he shook his head.

There are only a few old Duke-level monsters in the entire vampire clan, and they have all been in seclusion for thousands of years.

"It's better to sign in honestly."

…

A few more weeks passed.

On this day, Fang Qingyan finished cleaning the garden as usual.

Then I heard some surprising news.

The army of the Kingdom of Nikala was defeated in Mai City, and the orcs of Azeroth once again occupied the Draenor Mountains.