Blood had actually formed into words in a bizarre manner!

This was completely beyond the imagination of ordinary people, utterly inconceivable!

Seeing this scene, even Chen Qingzhu couldn't help but lose her composure. She moved closer to Qin Heng, subconsciously wrapping her arm around his in a natural reaction.

After all, the current situation was really too strange!

"A tiny bug dares to be presumptuous?"

Qin Heng sneered and flicked his finger. A golden flame shot out from his fingertip, its blazing brilliance instantly filling the conference room.

The flame landed on the blood that had formed the words.

SIZZLE!!

It made a harsh noise, as if fire had struck water, but instead of being extinguished, the flames grew fiercer. The blood was instantly evaporated, leaving behind only some black traces.

The eerie power it contained, which could manipulate blood, was also burned to nothingness by the flame, leaving not a trace.

And this strand of flame even entered the void, following an indistinct path of bloodlines, tracing back to the source of the power that had manipulated the blood.

Meanwhile, in a luxurious villa castle in Dongpu District's Sand Town, a secret meeting was being held.

Yes, an unrestrained gathering!

In the 200-square-meter hall, three young white men stood naked in the center, displaying their muscular bodies and skin so pale it almost lacked any blood-red color.

In this hall, there were carpets, sofas, waterbeds, tables, chairs, and a variety of other furnishings.

On these furnishings, without exception, lay at least one East Asian beauty. Each had a good figure and a pretty face. There were fifteen or sixteen of them in total, all completely naked, lying there, primping and throwing seductive glances at the young white men.

"Hahaha! These Chinese women are really so easy to pick up! All I did was crook my finger, and they threw themselves at me," one blond-haired, blue-eyed young man boasted proudly, "They really are easy girls, hahaha!"

"These Chinese pigs are just inferior. We, as noble whites, are seen as superior just by our appearance. In this poor country, we have privileges!" Another young white man walked over to one of the beauties, slapped her bottom, and said with a chuckle, "Any woman, we can have at will!"

"Tsk, tsk, among these fifteen women, there are stars, internet celebrities, and broadcasters, hahaha, all of whom are Goddesses in the eyes of many male Chinese pigs!" yet another white young man chuckled.

"These are Goddesses they can never dream of catching up with, but in front of us noble whites, these women are all sluts, to be pressed beneath us and taken to our hearts' content!"

As they spoke, all three young white men laughed, their words filled with disdain for the Chinese.

In the eyes of these three white men, Chinese men were pigs and trash. Women were cheap goods, ready to be had at the flick of their fingers. This showed their utmost disdain for China!

Moreover, they were speaking in the Blood Clan's language, so the women in the hall couldn't understand a word, much less know they were being mocked.

"Black, did you just say that one of your blood servants was killed?" the blond-haired, blue-eyed young man asked another who had white hair and was exceedingly handsome, "Do you want me to help you kill him?"

"No need. Thank you for your kindness, Andrew," Black Torredo replied with a gentle shake of his head and a cold smile on his lips, chuckling, "The one who killed my blood servant is a Martial Artist from the East. I've already used blood words to invite him to tonight's party."

"Tonight's party is a grand feast of blood. Human Martial Artists coming here will probably wet themselves in fear," Andrew Torredo laughed, tousling his blond hair, and said,

"No, no, perhaps they've already wet themselves in fear. Our Blood Clan's blood words are completely beyond these inferiors' imagination, especially the most lowly Chinese pigs. I wonder if that Martial Artist really dares to come?"

"The Blood Feast is an ancient ritual of our Blood Clan, and the materials are these yellow-skinned female monkeys. Black, you actually invited a man to come?" said Baro Torredo, a very tall white man who was also a member of the Blood Clan.

"Hahaha! Baro, you're still such a stick in the mud," Black Torredo shook his head, seemingly unconcerned. "Although the Blood Feast can only use women, isn't it... ah, delightful to start the feast by torturing an Eastern Martial Artist as an appetizer... AHHHHH!!"

Suddenly, Black screamed as golden flames ignited out of nowhere on his body!!

An incredible power of Deity shone!!

It was as if the radiance of the sun had descended, dispelling darkness, bringing light, and burning away all sin and evil spirits!!

Black's entire body trembled. He fell to the ground with a thud, rolling around as streams of black smoke rose from his body like burning, rotting flesh!!

The air was immediately filled with a pungent odor.

All the women present were terrified, their faces pale with shock as they watched Black. They couldn't understand how a person who was fine just a second ago could suddenly be on fire.

What's going on!?

"What a flame of Deity! Is this the power of a Divine Arts practitioner? If this goes on, Black will be burned to death!!"

Baro Torredo exclaimed, then reached out with his hand. A black light emerged from it, condensing into a blood-colored cup.

He poured a drop of blood from the cup.

It fell onto Black and, with a sizzling sound, the golden flame was unexpectedly extinguished by that single drop of blood.

The severely injured Black was revealed.

Now, Black had lost the handsomeness he possessed a moment ago. All his skin was burned off, his hair and eyebrows completely singed clean. He now looked like a bald, bloodied sphere.

Unspeakably ugly.

TSSSSS!!

At that moment, the drop of blood that had extinguished the golden flame merged into Black's body.

Instantly, it restored the severely injured Black to his former state.

"Damn it! Could this be the Divine Arts of that Eastern Martial Artist?" Black Torredo ground his teeth. "I must drain his blood! I want to eat his flesh! Devour all of him!

Damn it! Damn it!! How dare you cause the great Black Torredo such pain! This is a capital offense! A capital offense!!"

He roared in fury.

His hands waved wildly. Blood-colored blades of light, following his rage, flew out from his hands and immediately brought disaster upon the women in the hall!

Those beautiful women, before the blood-colored blades, were like paper mache—easily sliced into pieces, into minced flesh, with blood flowing everywhere!

Not one was left unharmed!

All dead!!

In the Millennium Conference Room of Chen's Financial Group, Qin Heng sensed the direction of the flames. He suddenly raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes; he had sensed that the wisp of flame was extinguished.

Although that flame was formed from just one ten-thousandth of his Mana, its essence was potent, almost approaching True Sun Fire. To extinguish it, the method had to be extraordinary.

"Interesting," Qin Heng said indifferently, looking towards Sand Town. "Three little demons. Since you're courting death, today I shall deal with you!"

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