Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

"Vladimir?"

Zhou Xian's eyes suddenly narrowed, as sharp as a hawk locking onto its prey. In an instant, he recognized the nobleman in front of him who was so elegant in every move.

Vampire Vladimir is an ancient being from the same era as the mysterious enchantress Leblanc. He is also an unfathomable strong man who has cultivated blood magic to the pinnacle and is surrounded by a heart-pounding mysterious aura.

Vladimir's fingertips unconsciously stroked the gilded carved cane. He nodded slightly when he heard the words, and the surprise in his deep eyes was like a meteor that disappeared in an instant. He slowly narrowed his eyes, and the fine lines at the end of his eyes seemed to hide a century of calculation. The arc at the corner of his lips was a bit bloodthirsty. "It's been a long time since anyone called me that."

Scarlet mist was billowing from his body. "As expected, he is a character that even Leblanc is secretly afraid of. This encounter is more interesting than most of the dramas in the eternal years."

"I've heard about it a long time ago. They say you've mastered blood magic to perfection. Coincidentally, I'm quite interested in it."

Zhou Xian raised the corners of his lips in a meaningful arc, his dark eyes reflected the scarlet mist surging around Vladimir like a deep pool, a fiery and inquiring light flickered in his eyes, his fingers tapped the seat unconsciously, as if he was suppressing his eager desire to fight.

In the long river of ancient times, blood magic was born from the mysterious altars and forbidden books of the Shurima Empire. It flows with ancient secrets buried by the yellow sand, and every drop of blood containing magic is like a container that seals the whispers of ancient gods. This power that turns the origin of life into a sharp blade and a shield can reshape flesh and blood, and can also devour souls. Hidden in the bloody mist is a terrifying power that can subvert the city-state.

Zhou Xian stared at the blood-red light lingering on Vladimir's fingertips, and his throat trembled unconsciously - that mysterious power was like a flickering fire in the abyss. Although he knew it was dangerous, it made the desire for knowledge and conquest in the depths of his soul grow wildly.

"Sorry, I was just intrigued by the fear of that mysterious lady, so I came here specially to visit her." Vladimir had a gentle smile on his lips, his pale fingertips elegantly brushed the lace folds of his collar, and his scarlet pupils reflected the flames of the arena. He turned around slowly, and his ink-black robe had a satin-like luster in the blood mist.

"That's not up to you."

Zhou Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold arc appeared at the corner of his lips. Before he finished speaking, magic power surged around him, and a magic sword with dark blue runes instantly condensed in his palm. The blade cut through the void, with a heart-pounding silence, and stabbed straight at Vladimir like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue. The air around him was stagnant, and no one else noticed it.

"Tsk tsk, the young generation nowadays really don't know etiquette."

Vladimir sighed softly, and his pale fingertips slowly stroked his silver hair. When the magic sword with dark blue runes almost touched his throat, his scarlet pupils suddenly contracted, and the blood mist around him boiled and surged like a living thing.

In an instant, the luxurious dress, along with flesh and blood, turned into a pool of sticky dark blood, which seeped into the cracks in the stone the moment it fell to the ground with a "plop", leaving only a faint smell of blood lingering in the air.

Zhou Xian's pupils shrank slightly, and the sword's tip dissipated into starlight before it touched the air. He lowered his eyes and stared at the dark red marks on the ground that had not yet dried up. The bloody smell floating in the air was strangely entangled with a certain magical rhythm. In the moment just now, he glimpsed the tip of the iceberg of blood magic - it was not a simple killing technique, but a forbidden skill that combined the pulse of life with the phantom energy of the undead. It was like a poisonous rose dancing on the border between life and death, flowing with fresh vitality and carrying the decayed breath of the dead. Every ray of blood light concealed the blasphemy and reshaping of the essence of life.

"Interesting." Zhou Xian's tongue lightly touched the roof of his mouth, and the ending sound was trembling with a bit of playfulness. The magic power in his sleeves slowly converged, and he looked at the blood mist that had not yet dissipated where Vladimir disappeared, and his pupils were beating with a burning desire for knowledge.

The opponent's avoidance gesture was already clear, and forcing his move would only put him at a disadvantage. Thinking of this, he suddenly chuckled, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the remaining magic patterns in the void.

"This blood magic does have some tricks." Zhou Xian stroked his chin, his eyes flickering with light, "I think Leblanc will not be stingy with this 'greeting gift'."

He withdrew his gaze and returned to the arena. The gladiators who had just fallen in a pool of blood were now being dragged out of the arena roughly, their ragged clothes dragging long bloodstains on the sand, like a shabby doll that was thrown away at random, and no one cared about their once vibrant lives.

Life is so cheap in Noxus that if it has no value, it can only serve as the entertainment of the nobles. Noxus values ​​strength and practices elite rule. In theory, no matter what your background is, as long as you have the ability, you can gain power and status.

But it is undeniable that there were often cruel acts in their expansion wars, such as indiscriminate massacres of civilians. In addition, the older generation of nobles held a lot of power and might have treated people who had lost their usefulness as fun.

Zhou Xian shook his head grimly, reached out and held Annie's trembling hand, which was covering her eyes, and gently pulled her up. It was only out of curiosity about the famous duel arena in Noxus that he stepped into this place filled with blood and roars.

The appearance of Vladimir shifted his interest to blood magic, and naturally he lost interest in staying. After all, the duel arena in Noxus was just a battle between a group of ordinary people.

Zhou Xian lowered his eyes and gently patted Annie's trembling back, then took her hand and turned to disappear into the surging crowd in the arena. After an unknown amount of time, scarlet mist suddenly rolled up in the corner, and Vladimir slowly emerged on the condensed blood waves. His scarlet pupils reflected the direction where the crowd dispersed, and he looked at the disappearing back, with a glimmer of inquiry in his eyes: "What a terrifying person, what on earth is he?"

Vladimir raised his hand and stroked his forehead. What his fingertips touched were not ordinary beads of sweat, but dark red blood beads with a smell of rust. The scene of the brief fight just now burned in his mind like a branding iron - the aura lingering around Zhou Xian seemed gentle and peaceful, but it was like an invisible chain, firmly suppressing every bit of his magic power. The oppressive feeling that penetrated into his bones was even more frightening than the majestic power he faced when he betrayed the Darkin thousands of years ago. It seemed that the other party could completely crush his carefully constructed blood magic with just a wave of his hand.

Vladimir let out a deep sigh, and the corners of his pale lips curled up in a thoughtful arc: "Leblanc's choice is the right one."

His scarlet eyes swept across the direction where Zhou Xian disappeared. He raised his hand and waved it gently, and the blood mist under his feet receded like a tide. When he turned around, the emblem of the black rose was faintly visible under his cloak. When he cast his eyes to the bloody fight in the arena below, his eyes were rekindled with cold mockery, as if the shock just now had never existed. Only his bloody knuckles unconsciously tapped the seat, knocking out an obscure rhythm in the hustle and bustle.

(End of this chapter)