They all call me Great Master-Chapter 968 - 943: The Name of Fresh Blood!_2

An ebony shadow with red eyes and fangs.

The shadow stood thirty meters tall.

The moment it appeared, the shadow raised a claw.

Bang!

The claw landed on the Old Lion.

The Old Lion's body swayed slightly.

Feeling the extremely sinister and corrosive power within, the Old Lion frowned. But what made the Old Lion frown even more was the Countess of South Los.

Lightning danced wildly around her.

Yet, the direction the lightning struck was—

towards South Los.

Or more precisely, a tavern on Mule Street in South Los.

A massive thunder descended.

The small tavern vanished in an instant.

Leaving only a pit ten meters deep.

At the bottom of the pit, a body had long turned into a charred form under the thunder.

Judging by the shape, it resembled a human.

But it had no breath left.

In fact, any normal human would be impossible to survive the thunder just now.

But,

what if it's not human?

The Old Lion punched out, golden light surging, the ebony shadow with red eyes and fangs shattered directly. After the Duke of Northern County's 'Sword Extreme Night. Hundred Demons' was broken, the Duke's skin cracked even more severely, blood gushing from the crevices, leaving him teetering.

But, before he could fall, a rope wrapped around the Duke's neck.

The next moment it tightened fiercely—

One end held by the Countess of South Los.

At that moment, the Countess of South Los was pulling this Duke of Northern County and running.

In flight, the speed was extremely fast, but the Duke of Northern County's eyes rolled back.

The Duke raised his hand to tap hard, trying to signal the Countess that he was suffocating.

However, the Countess didn't pause at all.

Not even a glance.

Because—

Arthur had informed her through a message to run with all her might after the lightning strike.

The Countess naturally trusted Arthur.

So, at this moment, she truly ran for her life.

The Old Lion didn't chase.

The Old Lion's eyes were fixed on that distant pit in view.

Golden light flashing continuously in his gaze.

Thump!

A heartbeat.

Thump! Thump!

Two more heartbeats.

This time, one came from that charred humanoid, and the other from the Old Lion.

Because—

As the Old Lion stared at that charred humanoid, it vanished from his sight, not only from sight, even from perception.

Instinctively, the Old Lion dodged to one side.

But was still a step too late.

A pitch-black hand pierced through the Old Lion's body.

"I endured for a long time.

Bern was my carefully chosen disguise.

You...

How did you discover it?"

The charred humanoid... no, it was another 'Blood Descendant' Bern outside of the 'Descendants of the Blood Clan' directed his gaze at the Countess of South Los who had already flown far away.

Slight blood continuously seeped from the wound on the Old Lion's chest.

Yet, it didn't flow down.

It was being absorbed.

Absorbed by that charred hand.

The absorption of slight blood quickly restored the 'Blood Descendant' Bern.

The charred body, as if shedding a shell, shattered with a pop.

Revealing within was a middle-aged man with a handsome yet sinister face, his white long hair scattering in the wind, veiling his robust body.

But that visage shocked the Earl of South Los and the Duke of Northern County.

Blood Marquis!

The two, by no means, expected the Blood Marquis, rumored to be long dead, to still be alive.

Living hidden within someone else's body!

The two didn't know how the Blood Marquis had hidden within the 'Blood Descendant' Bern's body, but they knew trouble was imminent.

The most secretive records in the family, even if only snippets remained, were enough to make the two realize the Blood Marquis was a more terrifying existence than the Old Lion.

That is...

An existence of a completely different level.

And the Countess of South Los had an even deeper suspicion.

'How does Arthur know about the Blood Marquis?

Did he know when the 'Blood Descendant' Bern appeared?

Or...

Was this all Arthur's plot from the beginning!'

Upon thinking about the latter, immense fear rose in the eyes of the Countess of South Los.

Because if it were truly the latter, Arthur was indeed terrifying.

The Kledos Family staying in South Los naturally had plans.

And that plan—

Was right before their eyes!

Watching the Old Lion, pierced through the chest, with a grave expression but without panic, the Countess of South Los became even more certain.

After all, the Old Lion should be very clear about what the Blood Marquis represented.

But this sense of assured victory seemed as if he was...

waiting for the Blood Marquis!

"You're actually in South Los?"

The Old Lion was startled, then realizing something, nodded directly.

"Indeed, you should be in South Los.

After all, a fragment of the ritual fell here back then.

"So, did you find it?"

The Old Lion said as he turned around.

The arm that pierced through his chest seemed nonexistent to the Old Lion.

All that was there was—

Crack, crack.

The sound of the arm being forcibly broken.

And, the Blood Marquis's intense surprise.

A sense of paralysis spread through his body.

Originating from...

The blood he just drank.

The blood is poisoned!

The Blood Marquis instantly realized, but more confusion surfaced in the Marquis's heart, and he looked at the Old Lion with increasing bewilderment.

"Was it your plan to lure me out?"

A layout so specifically targeted led this Marquis to a misunderstanding.

To this, the Old Lion shook his head.

"It must be an arrangement with a hint of coincidence.

Someone cleverly utilized these.

Do you find it familiar?"

The Old Lion asked in this manner.

The Blood Marquis thought for a moment, and suddenly, a name surfaced in his mind.

"Charlie Credos!"

Old Charlie's name slipped out.

The Blood Marquis gritted his teeth.

Clearly, Old Charlie's past dexterity in playing both sides left a deep impression on this Marquis, and...

He hated him to the bone.

If it weren't for Old Charlie,

He would have long become 'Death'.

He would have already reached his goal.

He wouldn't have to possess a 'Blood Descendant', nursing his wounds while waiting for the right moment.

He wished he could kill him, extract his soul, soak it in his Blood River, and soothe his hatred with millennia of torment.

But,

He wanted more to take down the Old Lion before him.

Because—

The Old Lion before him carried the scent of 'Death'.

"Are you the new piece chosen by Him?"

The Blood Marquis questioned, but his tone was extremely certain.

"This kind of poison that can restrain me could only have been made by that guy in the 'Shadow World'."

"Hmm, we had a couple of short collaborations.

Considered partners, I suppose."

The Old Lion corrected.

At this, the Blood Marquis sneered coldly.

He disliked the guy in front of him even more.

Back then, Old Charlie had said something similar, even persuading him with the excuse of 'this is the best way to get close to him'.

And also...

At the most crucial moment, he stole the 'Ritual Fragment', causing him to ultimately fail.

The Old Lion before him gave him a similar feeling.

Whoosh!

The Blood Marquis took a deep breath, the killing intent in his eyes beginning to surge.

The severed arm that stabbed into the Old Lion dissolved into blood, like concentrated sulfuric acid, beginning to corrode the Old Lion's body.

At the same time, a brand-new arm grew out.

The Blood Marquis slightly flexed his fingers, adapting to the new arm.

Then—

"Hmm?"

The Blood Marquis exclaimed in surprise.

For the second time, this Marquis looked at the Old Lion in astonishment.

Because, that sulfuric acid-like fresh blood appeared on the Duke of Northern County and the Earl of South Los.

No!

To be precise...

It was transferred onto the two of them.

"This kind of secret technique...

Using oneself as the medium.

The other's remaining power as the channel.

Somewhat similar to that bastard's [Distortion] secret technique, but it also mixes a trace of time ability...

Interesting!"

The Blood Marquis's scarlet eyes flickered.

With just a glance, the Marquis grasped the gist of it.

"Then...

How about this?"

The Blood Marquis said, and his whole being vanished from sight once more.

At the same time, the world changed colors.

A blood-red long river spanning the sky appeared.

Blood flowed endlessly, blood waves surging and tumbling.

One by one, living beings soaked in the blood, wailing.

At a glance, innumerable.

It seemed like a hundred thousand.

Upon closer inspection, it was like a hundred thousand, a million.

More like...

Endless.

The Bloodline Clan's secret technique: Blood River.

Different from the Blood Duke's secret technique 'River of Death'.

This was self-created by the Blood Marquis, entirely his own secret technique.

By the name of—

'Fresh Blood'!