Post-Apocalyptic: Unlimited Resources, Neighbor's Wife and Sister Beg for the Door to Open

Looking at Xia Qingmei's composed expression, one can feel the energy emanating from her, as bright as the sun.

A desperate madness flashed in William's eyes. With a cold flying sword pressed against his throat, his instinct for survival overwhelmed his fear of Xia Qingmei.

His blood boiled instantly, dark red patterns appeared on his body, his fangs swelled, and his withered claws burned with blood-red flames as he desperately reached for Xia Qingmei's heart, which was right in front of him!

This was a strike he unleashed with all the power of his blood core, and it was as fast as lightning.

"Tsk." Xia Qingmei didn't even lift her eyelids, as if she were just shooing away an annoying fly.

The flying sword pressed against William's throat trembled almost imperceptibly.

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With a soft click, William's movements suddenly froze.

His burning blood flames extinguished instantly, and the frenzied light in his eyes quickly dimmed and dissipated.

A very thin line of blood appeared between his eyebrows, extending downwards and running through his entire body.

The next moment, his body, along with his well-tailored suit, was neatly sliced ​​apart as if by an invisible blade, turning into two limp pieces that collapsed to the ground. Dark red blood mixed with his internal organs gushed out, emitting a strong, fishy stench.

The whole process was so fast that Arnold and Melanie, who were standing nearby, didn't have time to react.

The tragic death of his companion completely shattered Arnold's reason.

He knew that escaping from Xia Qingmei was a pipe dream, and resistance was a joke. His extreme fear transformed into a venomous hatred that sought to destroy himself alongside her.

He let out a shriek that sounded inhuman, his body suddenly swelled up, his skin cracked inch by inch, and blinding blood gushed out from his seven orifices.

Instead of attacking Xia Qingmei, who was right next to him, he transformed the blood-red energy, which was released from burning life and soul and carried the most vicious curse, into a twisted dark red arrow of light and shot it toward Fu Qiubai, who was frowning as he looked at the corpse on the ground.

The cursed arrow, carrying all of Arnold's resentment before his death and the insidious nature of the vampire's secret arts, moved with incredible speed and instantly pierced into Fu Qiubai's body.

Fu Qiubai's body trembled slightly, her delicate brows furrowed, and she subconsciously activated the "Innate Qi Cultivation Technique." The vast and pure true energy within her body surged like a furnace, and the vampire curse that had attempted to erode her flesh and soul was like ice and snow thrown into the blazing sun, emitting a "sizzling" burning sound, and was quickly melted and refined without even causing a ripple.

For her, it felt like being bitten by a mosquito—a little tingly and itchy, nothing more.

However, just as the curse energy was being refined and annihilated by Fu Qiubai's true energy, Rhys Finch, the vampire prince deep within an ancient castle in the far west, suddenly opened his scarlet eyes from his sleeping blood coffin.

Through the extremely brief perception that the curse had finally transmitted back, he clearly "saw" the pure and boundless life energy within Fu Qiubai's body, as pure as the sun.

That was far more than the blood of any saint or strongman he had ever consumed in his long life.

Greed instantly consumed all his reason.

"Mine! Such pure and boundless blood energy! It must be mine!"

A hoarse, yearning growl echoed through the castle.

At the dimly lit intersection of the pedestrian street, the space suddenly and violently distorted and collapsed, as if an invisible hand had ripped a hole in it.

Thick, inky darkness, accompanied by a nauseating stench of blood, erupted and instantly enveloped the alley.

A tall, pale-faced, eerily handsome figure dressed in ancient aristocratic attire stepped out from within.

His crimson vertical pupils locked onto Fu Qiubai instantly, his eyes burning with a naked, greedy light, like a hungry wolf eyeing a plump lamb. "What perfect blood! Such boundless, pure life force!"

Rhys Finch's voice carried a twisted ecstasy as his gaze swept over Fu Qiubai, then greedily fell upon Xia Qingmei and Kong Tingyan beside him, as if he were admiring three rare treasures.

"The three of you will become my eternal treasures! I will slowly drain your blood, making you my most loyal and beautiful blood slaves in eternal darkness! This is your glory!"

He stretched out his pale, long, slender hand with sharp nails, and with an undeniable domineering air, grabbed Fu Qiubai directly, intending to capture her in his arms and enjoy this most tempting "meal" first.

Just as Rhys Finch's fingers were about to touch Fu Qiubai's collar, a calm voice suddenly rang out in everyone's ears. The voice wasn't loud, but it drowned out the vampire prince's declaration and the commotion outside the alley:
"Where did this stinky rat come from?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Rhys Finch's entire body was enveloped in a bloody light.

When he noticed the extra person in front of him, Rhys Finch's greed and arrogance froze instantly, turning into extreme horror.

He didn't even see how the person appeared.

An indescribable, terrifying force, far beyond his imagination, instantly imprisoned his entire body. He was like an insect caught in iron pincers, his thoughts completely frozen.

Lu Zheng appeared beside Fu Qiubai like a ghost, his face expressionless, as if he had merely swatted a buzzing fly. He didn't even glance at Rhys Finch, whom he had captured, and casually made a grasping motion in the air with his other hand.

"Refining."

He uttered a single word.

The Heavenly Corpse Pearl, suspended in mid-air, suddenly released a peculiar light.

Rhys Finch didn't even have time to let out a scream. His eerie face instantly twisted and stiffened, his skin lost its color at a visible speed, turning bluish-gray and shriveled, and his scarlet pupils completely lost their luster, becoming murky and lifeless.

His tall, imposing body deflated like a punctured sack, quickly shriveling up, his fingernails turning black and long. In the blink of an eye, the once arrogant vampire prince, radiating terrifying pressure, had transformed into a dark blue-green zombie with empty eyes and a chilling, corpse-like aura.

With a flick of his finger, Lu Zheng opened a vent in the space inside the Heavenly Corpse Pearl, instantly sucking the prince zombie on the ground inside and making it disappear.

The entire process, from Lu Zheng's appearance to turning a vampire prince into a zombie and putting him away, took only two or three breaths.

The alley was deathly silent.

Xia Qingmei pouted and muttered, "Husband, you stole my chance to make a move."

Kong Tingyan remained calm, as if she had long been accustomed to it.

Fu Qiubai rubbed the spot where he had been hit by the cursed arrow and gave Lu Zheng a reassuring smile: "It's nothing, just a little numb."

Melanie Luke, the only surviving vampire, witnessed William being easily dismembered, Arnold's Life-Burning Curse being rendered ineffective, and finally, even Prince Rhys Finch, whom she considered a god-like figure, being instantly obliterated and turned into a corpse like an ant in front of this mysterious man.

The extreme fear completely crushed her will and pride as a vampire.

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Her knees buckled, and she collapsed heavily to her knees on the cold, dirty ground, her body trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind. She pressed her forehead against the ground, her long silver hair spreading out, her voice trembling uncontrollably and filled with utter humility:
"Supreme Being! I, the lowly blood slave Melanie Luke, offer you my eternal loyalty! Please... please forgive my lowly life! I will become your most loyal servant, never to betray you!"

She humbled herself to the dust, begging only for a chance to survive under this terrifying being who could annihilate a prince with a flick of his finger. (End of Chapter)