Chapter 221 - Shaken
The world was shaken, and the waves were hitting harder and harder.
The deaths of Saint Peter and Adam were still not yet the most astonishing revelation.
Many throughout the world were in shock when someone uploaded a clip showing Lu Xuan hovering high above the air, summoning a thunder dragon to smite the Seventh Fleet.
No one expected any human to be that powerful, after all.
That feat alone exceeded the imagination of all cultivators all throughout the world.
Various heritages of cultivation throughout the world had been broken for hundreds of years. Many cultivators eventually came to regard the surreal feats performed by cultivators of the Celestial Realm, which were recorded in ancient texts and inherited within their respective clans and sects, as little more than fairy tales. They were unable to fathom how such godly beings could walk among humans.
However, from the looks of things at present, such feats no longer seemed to be the stuff of legend.
What excited the cultivators more, was that since Chu Yunfan showed that even mortals were capable of such feats, it was only a matter of time before they were able to pull such feats someday as well. By then, those cultivators would be regarded as gods among humans.
That harrowing stench was from that very pool of blood itself.
The pale-looking man, who escorted the middle-aged man, did not seem uncomfortable in the slightest. On the contrary, he looked as if he was enjoying himself instead.
The heavy stench that flooded his nostrils was deemed a luxury like no other.
The blonde-haired, blue-eyed middle-aged man behind him was hardly fazed because he knew all too well who he was about to deal with.
Those people were none other than the vampires. They were the beings who were pulling the strings behind most of the nation’s inner workings.
The United States, which was lauded to be a land of democracy and freedom, was instead an empire ruled by the vampires behind the scene. That itself was probably one of the greatest jokes of all time.
The expression of that middle-aged man hardly changed. The Association of Lore Seekers was an organization backed by the empire of vampires after all. There was no way he would not have known about the existence of those beings.
“Hold on for a moment. I need to wake Count Dracula.”
That man with a pale face said. His fangs were visible as he spoke, and his voice was so hoarse that he sounded terrible.
“Indeed,” that middle-aged man answered.
The pale-faced man began chanting ancient words and infusing magical powers into the pool of blood.
The pool began to boil, and from the bottom of it, a meticulously crafted, pitch-black coffin gradually rose to the surface.
The black coffin was gradually erected and then opened, revealing a handsome-looking young man.
That young man looked to be in his twenties, and his complexion was harrowingly pale. A pair of very pointy fangs were visible.
He was wearing well-fitted regalia of some ancient design, making him look like some noble of some ancient line from Western Europe.
“Who is it that awakens me?”
The handsome young man’s eyes were thrown wide open. He then scanned the two before him.
Both the human and the vampire felt immense pressure. That middle-aged man looked like he was still holding it together, yet that pale-faced man looked as if his knees were about to give.
Such was the overwhelming might from the bloodline.
Despite being of a very high position in the empire of vampires, that pale-faced man was little more than an ant before the handsome young man.
That handsome young man was one of the three remaining elders of the empire of vampires—Count Dracula.
He was also the most well-known vampire throughout the world.
“I’m sure you know well of the consequences of interrupting my slumber without a very good reason,” Count Dracula added with a cold, unfeeling voice.