"Who... what are you?" Nicholas stared at Tang Zhong in horror, unable to believe that the slash had actually left a scar on him.
"The one who's going to kill you!" Tang Zhong sneered coldly.
Another scorching blade strike slashed toward him. Nicholas's expression grew even grimmer. His already pale face now looked unnaturally ghastly.
For the noble Blood Clan, such a scene was absolutely unforgivable.
"You will die a horrible death!"
He reached out, attempting to block Tang Zhong's sword.
But it was useless. His hand was instantly chopped off and fell to the ground. It quickly transformed into something resembling a chicken claw.
Nicholas's hat fell off, and his entire demeanor became feral and vicious.
The two women who were with him screamed sharply at this moment.
Nicholas's pupils turned blood-red as he opened his mouth, revealing sharp, elongated fangs, grotesque and menacing. He roared—a sound akin to that of a zombie—echoing throughout the valley.
