"Waaah—!!!"
With that scream, the last vampire's face slammed hard into the ground and merged with the solid flagstones. Only then did Duanmu Huai stand up, clap his hands, and look toward the petite figure at the very front.
"All right. That leaves only you, little girl."
By now, the area around Duanmu Huai had turned into a Blood Pool Hell. Those noble vampire ancestors and aristocrats had all been reduced to mangled scraps of flesh scattered across the ground.
At first, these arrogant vampires had tried to rush forward and deal with Duanmu Huai. But after he killed most of them, the survivors chose to flee. Of course, Duanmu Huai would never give them that chance. After a brief game of hide-and-seek, the vampires who had tried to escape lived only a few minutes longer than their unfortunate comrades before joining them in Hell.
Now, only one person remained.
She was a little girl sitting on the throne in front of him, looking no older than thirteen or fourteen. She had long pink hair and looked quite cute. However, her face held not the slightest trace of expression. Whether when Duanmu Huai charged in or when he slaughtered those vampires, the girl had not moved at all. She had merely sat in her chair, indifferently watching everything unfold, as though none of it had anything to do with her.
But of course, Duanmu Huai would not spare her simply because she was pretending to be dead.
"All right, brat. Let's see how long you can keep playing dead."
Duanmu Huai flexed his fingers and walked toward the girl.
"I'm really looking forward to hearing your screams and cries of agony. I'm sure they'll be delightful."
"Who exactly are you?"
At that moment, the girl stared at Duanmu Huai and