Chapter 530 - Blood Servant

Legend of the Dragon King

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Chapter 530 - Blood Servant

Shock and numbness spread deep into Tang Wulin’s core, knowing he had been captured for the sole purpose of luring out his uncle-master. He cast a quick glance at the malum soul master before carefully reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his soul communicator. He grasped it hard in his palm and carefully looked at the malum soul master again. Then he took a deep breath in, steeling himself to do what needed to be done. Tang Wulin threw the soul communicator at the ground, smashing it to pieces!

A hand struck out like lightning, a loud smack reverberating throughout the air. Tang Wulin went flying backward and crashed into a tree. On his left cheek spanned an ugly red handprint.

The sudden force took his breath away, leaving him dizzy and disoriented. But he had no regrets. He refused to make the call. To put his uncle-master in danger. And now that his only form of reaching Zhen Hua had been smashed by his own hands, he and Gu Yue were completely expendable.

During moments of crisis, Tang Wulin’s thinking was always quick and clear. However, this time was an exception, courtesy of the beatdown he had just received. The world still spun around him, too fuzzy for him to make out. He tried to stand up, legs heavy as lead. After several attempts, he gave up, slumping to the ground.

Under the mask, the malum soul master’s ashen eyes bled completely scarlet. In a blur of movement, they arrived in front of Tang Wulin. They squatted down, and with a finger, wiped a bit of blood trickling from the corner of his lips. Lifting their mask, the malum soul master revealed a sculpted chin and strangely bright lips. A woman. She brought her bloody finger to her lips and sucked it clean. She shuddered, pupils shrinking into needles. The woman rose to her feet, staggering backward a few steps as she stared at Tang Wulin.

“How is this possible? A kid like you has such pure blood and powerful blood essence. Good. Very good. You’re a virgin too. Hehe. Who cares about Zhen Hua when I can suck your blood. I’ll be able to recover and not suffer from that damn blood sea soul refinement anymore. Hehe! Yes, I’ll drink you dry.”

A hysterical cackle filled the air. She grabbed Tang Wulin by the arm and pulled him up from the ground. “Kid, I bet you didn’t expect this. You tried so hard to protect Zhen Hua yet you revealed your blood’s secret. Don’t worry. I won’t kill you. I’ll just use you like cattle. With how powerful your blood essence is, you’ll survive even if I have a drink every now and then. You’ve got a good build too. Excellent. I never thought my luck would be this good.” She smiled, revealing two sharp fangs.

Tang Wulin struggled to break free. But a chill embraced him, draining him of his energy. No matter how strong his blood essence was, he couldn’t fight off this chill.

The woman licked her fangs like a predator about to feast on its prey. As she moved closer and closer to him, he could make out her scent clearer. A tempting aroma.

“Wait!” Tang Wulin croaked.

To his luck, she did. “Fine.”She waved a hand flippantly. “Since your blood is so delicious, I’ll allow you to speak. But don’t you dare bore me by begging for mercy.” The woman crossed her arms, emphasizing her womanly charms.

“I don’t want to beg. I don’t have any hope of escaping anyway. But you said my blood is really beneficial for you, right? So after drinking my blood, you’ll need to find a place to cultivate as soon as possible. Can you please spare my friend then? She’s weak and of no value to you. She can’t threaten you at all. Just take me alone and drink my blood. Please? You can even just dump her here. I don’t want her to see me after the, uh, sucking.”

The woman was frozen in shock. “You’re staring death in the face yet you still have it in you to put another person’s life above your own? Do you love her? A kid like you is already dabbling in romance?”

Tang Wulin smiled wryly. “I don’t understand what love is. There’s no use talking about love in the face of death anyway. So, will you accept my request? It’s all I ask before I give up my life.”

The woman sighed. “I can’t believe such selfless people actually exist. You’re a good kid. No wonder your blood is delicious. I always thought all the men were scoundrels, but it seems young boys like you are still untainted by the world. I’m looking forward to drinking your blood even more now.”

At the beginning of her speech, Tang Wulin’s hopes had risen. But now his heart plummeted, dragged down by despair.

“Fine then. I’ll let her go.”

“But who says anyone is going to let you go?” Those words were uttered with a domineering voice, the source untrackable. The world trembled. Crushing pressure surrounded them, sealing off all avenues of escape.

The woman whipped her body around to see a tall man slowly walking toward her. How is this possible? How did he get so close without me noticing? She clenched her fists tight, back damp with sweat. This man was dangerous. It had been ages since her instincts last screamed like this.

The man exuded a thick aura of bloodlust. On his face was a stern expression. He stood straight and tall, approximately 2.5 meters in fact, with broad shoulders and bulging muscles. His skin was deep bronze as if he were cast from metal. And his unwavering eyes. They shone topaz, a hue so rare that the woman had never before seen it on another.

“Who are you?” the woman asked, her voice resuming to its unemotional tone. She tossed Tang Wulin to the side, preparing for battle.

Tang Wulin felt the chill from earlier enveloping him tighter and more forcefully, muddying the waters of his mind.

“You don’t have the qualifications to know who I am,” the man said as he continued his slow approach. With each step closer, the pressure he exuded grew.

The woman snorted. Her scarlet eyes shone as a blood-crimson aura burst out around her. She held out her right hand and a sword of blood formed in her palm. The blade of the sword was thin, quivering at the slightest motion. Countless tiny crimson orbs formed around her. They rapidly enlarged until they resembled a most chilling sight: a sea of glowing red eyes encircling a woman.

Waves of blood essence whipped up around her as she thrust out her palm. Thousands of eyes sprang forward.

The man did not falter. He stomped on the ground, the earth cracking beneath him with a boom. Space distorted around him. A mere ten meters away, the eyes struck a barrier of shimmering dark-gold light.

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