Fang Cheng released his aura without restraint, silencing the thousand or so vampires in the castle.
Those below Rank A were pressed straight to the floor, their bodies weak and limp, their breathing labored.
Those above Rank A, meanwhile, stood rigid and drenched in sweat, as if they had just been hauled out of the water.
The entire castle was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. No one dared make a sound, or even breathe too heavily.
Even the dining table on the top floor was not beyond its influence. Joyce, the weakest among them, already had a stiff expression, sweat beading on his forehead.
The Lich Apollonius and the Ghoul King each stopped what they were doing and glared at Fang Cheng.
They seemed displeased by his sudden outburst.
But neither tried to steal the spotlight. They simply kept their auras at bay, leaving the initiative to the master of the castle.
Dracula was completely unaffected. An aura like this was only good for bullying the weak.
"Provoking you? Mr. Fang, I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean."
Dracula smiled. "I'm merely dealing with a traitor. How is that provoking you? Unless..."
His smile gradually faded, and his aura rose higher and higher. "You're the one behind this traitor?"
Their auras collided and pressed against each other with almost tangible force. The air seemed to turn into a thick liquid, making it hard to move or breathe.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The porcelain tableware began to splinter. Cracks appeared across the marble tabletop and on the walls of the viewing platform.
Daisy and Lowell, standing behind Dracula, were already drenched in sweat.
Despite being over Level 70, they could barely stand watching the confrontation from so close.
And Fang Cheng and Dracula hadn't even started fighting. They