In an instant, blood splashed through the Royal Court, where song and dance had filled the air, and scraps of flesh littered the floor.
Holding the pale, black-haired boy as he slept, Jiang Cong stood atop the tiled roof of a Royal Court building. Like a bloodthirsty demon, he gazed coldly down at everything beneath the eaves.
The vampire king stared at his youngest son, who had been smiling brightly and sweetly before him just a second ago, only to become fragments that could never be pieced back together. He froze for a long moment, then his eyes widened with fury.
Beside him, his favored consort saw what had become of her son in an instant and screamed in terror and agony, her voice shrill and grating.
Jiang Cong's expression darkened coldly. His low voice sounded like a demonic summons to death, chilling everyone who heard it. "You're disturbing His Highness's sleep."
As soon as Jiang Cong finished speaking, the favored consort began to howl in pain. But her howls lasted less than half a second before she felt a hollow space in her throat, accompanied by a bone-deep chill.
Her eyes widened in terror, and she shakily reached up to touch it.
She discovered that her vocal cords had been severed. It was as though someone had gouged a great hole in her neck. Blood flowed without stopping, and cold air rushed wildly into her exposed flesh.
Ah-!
She collapsed to the floor in terror, as though she had been frightened to death, and a second later, she too was crushed into dust.
The king, who had been sitting in the seat of honor enjoying the company of his family, lost his consort and son in the blink of an eye. Both had died in such gruesome ways right