"Your Highness, he's strong!"
Taishan spoke in a booming voice, his massive frame shifting slightly in front of Charles. His feet seemed fused to the earth, and he radiated the weight of a mountain as he stared down Long Aotian.
Speed, defense, offense.
Long Aotian seemed to have no weaknesses.
An enemy like that had to be taken seriously.
At the same time,
the two figures who had been attacking Bal retreated and took up positions on either side of Charles. Their auras were slightly weaker, but both were Transcendent Eighth Heaven experts with ghostly movements. One held a poisoned dagger, while the other wielded a chain. They were the two hyenas who followed Charles.
"Strong? Hee-hee... hee-hee-hee..."
Charles's laughter made their skin crawl.
Strangely enough, his laugh really had changed. His eyes were wild and unfocused, and his mouth stretched into a crazed grin that looked ready to split his face.
Charles raised the hand fitted with Dark Red Metal Claws, stuck out his long tongue, and licked the blood from his severed fingers.
"Long Aotian is so strong... his blood must be sweet..."
His voice was shrill and deranged, filled with a pure hunger for slaughter and the innocent eagerness of a child craving candy.
"What a lunatic!"
Behind them, Xia Zhiqiu shuddered at Charles's words. Was this Feng Ying Prince a pervert?
He drank blood?!
What kind of person did that?
Did he think he was a vampire?
With his back to Xia Zhiqiu, Su Ye raised an eyebrow. It felt as though someone was stealing his act.
"Hee-hee, I like him! Taishan, I want him alive. I want to play with him slowly and tear him to pieces!"
Charles licked his wound again, his eyes shining with growing excitement.
Taishan stepped forward.
An invisible shockwave erupted