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Simply relying on killing people to achieve a 100% success rate and permanently grant extraordinary abilities—how many people would you need, five thousand or ten thousand? Such an approach is utterly inefficient!

A significant portion of Shangqing Daoist practices focus on cultivating the spirit and spirituality. Zhu Mingyao is somewhat of an expert in this area. Methods that rely on killing to harm others for personal gain are not uncommon in various systems, but they are either used to temporarily enhance the power of spells or to supplement oneself in conjunction with special cultivation methods.

If it were so easy to create something with such perfect results, then demonic cults that love sacrifices should rule the world.

You can doubt someone's integrity, but you can't doubt their intelligence.

“That’s right. To make the potion, we need a precious main ingredient.” Surprisingly, in stark contrast to her previous cryptic remarks, Santanik readily admitted.

“But…” a mysterious smile crept across her face, “you probably don’t have time to continue listening to the story…”

Just then, screams suddenly erupted from the stage on the first floor, as if an emergency had occurred.

"Zha!"

Before the other party could finish speaking, Zhu Mingyao's expression suddenly changed drastically, and a spark of lightning burst forth, heading straight for the woman's brow.

However, he was still a step slow.

"To thank you for giving me enough time to hold the ceremony, I will take good care of you."

With a triumphant laugh, a vast amount of fel energy, far exceeding Santanik's level, surged out from all directions of the void, sweeping in like a surging giant wave!

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Tens of seconds ago.

"How was the Queen of the Night's performance? Would you like to see it again?" Carlos, with his slicked-back black hair, appeared before the scarlet carpet again. He first bowed respectfully to Santanic, then straightened his back and looked around at the captivated guests. Although his tone was inquiring, it was filled with an inexplicable joy.

It's like... seeing an old farmer in a bountiful orchard, or a fisherman catching a plump fish in his net.

"One more dance! One more dance!" As if a fuse had been lit, the crowd erupted in cheers.

"Money, gold, here you go, all of it!" Several of the more shrewd illegal immigrants shouted, pulling out their most prized possessions and yelling wildly.

The bright green banknotes and glittering gold jewelry, like pebbles on the roadside, were thrown by their respective owners at Santanik's feet, quickly piling up into a thick layer.

"I don't like this trash." Her white feet strode forward, and she stood before a burly man with a scarred face.

She leaned down, her delicate body revealing a deep cleavage that seemed to draw the man's soul in.

"I only love the strongest muscles, the toughest bones, and the hottest blood..."

"Choose me..."

"Get lost! I'm the strongest!"

Fueled by jealousy and hormonal surges, some hot-headed individuals have already started swinging bottles.

The pungent liquid was splashed everywhere.

"Don't fight, don't grab, everyone gets a share!"

A warm, red spring gushed forth, and tumbling into the sky alongside it was a human head with an expression of ecstatic joy!

Chapter 337 White Snake Demon, Black Scepter

The rusty-smelling "raindrops" fell heavily, and the hall fell silent instantly.

The scarred burly man's head fell with a thud, rolled a few times, and his face still retained the joy and elation of being chosen by a beauty.

The broken vertebrae and trachea were exposed, their pale and pink hues intertwined, and the tragic atmosphere seeped directly into the hearts of onlookers.

The burly, headless corpse swayed for a moment before collapsing to the ground.

Santana inserted her slender, snow-white fingers into her mouth all the way to the base, licking the bloodstains with ecstasy.

The alluring posture remains the same, but the gazes that were once drawn to it have quickly shifted from desire to terror.

The reason was simple: the woman's eyes, once as deep as the blue sea, suddenly narrowed into gleaming vertical pupils, radiating a cold, eerie light characteristic of reptiles. Her once neat, white teeth vanished, replaced by sharp, barbed fangs, and a long, purplish-red tongue flicked and swung, its forked end extending and retracting at will. From her stunningly beautiful face to her smooth, delicate skin, everything was covered in fingernail-sized, white-gold scales.

In the blink of an eye, the alluring beauty transformed into a bloodthirsty demon, half-human and half-snake!

"Monster...monster!" People immediately erupted in panic and scattered in all directions.

"Don't rush off! The performance is about to get even more spectacular! My dear compatriots, keep the music playing and keep the dancing going!"

Carlos, holding the microphone, shook his head and laughed loudly.

Including him, the waiters, dancers, band members, bartenders... all the bar staff had a red glint in their eyes, drooling as they stared at their prey in the room, letting out strange howls.

Before their howls had even faded, they all transformed, sprouting sharp teeth and claws, covered in dark, icy scales, leaving long, shadowy trails as they pounced into the crowd, instantly unleashing a storm of blood and carnage!

Human bones and flesh are like tender tofu in the face of supernatural beings.

Iron claws cleaved through his chest, and steel teeth tore apart his throat.

Severed limbs flew everywhere amidst a shower of blood, and viscera, reeking of blood, were scattered all over the ground.

Wailing and screams rose and fell, and the paradise of sensual pleasure was instantly transformed into a hellish inferno.

An overwhelming sense of fear, like a landslide or a tsunami, finally shattered the last vestiges of reason in the crowd, and they frantically pushed aside all obstacles in their path.

Tables and chairs overturned, cups and plates shattered. The companions who were just moments ago arm in arm and calling each other brothers were now all obstructions. A few unlucky guys stumbled, and countless big feet followed closely behind. The groans and curses that had just begun to rise were now as thin as gossamer and disappeared.

"Bang! Bang!"

The clear clang of gunpowder and steel drowned out the riot.

Those who embarked on this smuggling route included many ruthless individuals who had risked their lives for violence. The Wilderness Bar was not a high-class club for the wealthy and powerful, and there were no rules prohibiting the carrying of weapons. In dire straits, some people immediately drew their guns and fought back to the death.

However, the attack, on which high hopes were placed, failed to achieve its intended purpose.

There is no clear-cut divide between the destructive power of science and the mysterious in this world. The outstanding creations of human warfare technology can indeed effectively kill ancient supernatural creatures, but a mere 5.56 millimeters of brass is clearly not among them.

The gleaming bullets clung to the scales, barely piercing the skin before being firmly trapped by the iron-like muscles, unable to advance any further. This only added a touch of brutal pleasure to the enemy's hunting game.

"rush out!"

Several large sprayers provided cover, and although they still hadn't achieved any results, their powerful impact successfully held off the snake demons for a moment.

A group of burly Mexican drug dealers, relying on their numbers and working together, managed to reach the gate with great difficulty. The leader, a big fat man, couldn't wait to push them away and instead rammed into them.

"Ah—!" A shrill scream echoed throughout the hall.

The fat man lay sprawled against the door, with thin, crimson streams seeping from his body, crawling like earthworms and outlining complex, eerie patterns on the door. His once bloated body withered and shriveled in an instant, resembling a dried-up corpse that had been weathered for many years, shocking everyone into retreating in panic.

With no way forward and pursuers behind, less than half of the guests were still standing in a short time.

In the brutal inferno of flesh and blood, no one noticed that the dark volcanic rock floor beneath their feet was quietly rippling, as if it had suddenly turned into a soft mud pit, silently opening its maw to sink the victims one by one.

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Compared to the terrifying scene outside, the perilous situation inside the private room was no less terrifying!

"Die!" The clear thought emanated from the undisguised, chilling killing intent.

An invisible and intangible evil force swept in, trapping Zhu Mingyao in its core with an unreasonable force, just as if it had suddenly plunged him into a bottomless trench.

The immense spiritual energy, as heavy as a mountain, acted on every inch of his body, forcing him to concentrate and use his true qi to resist it with all his might. He dared not be distracted in the slightest, and the crystal medicine box in his palm slipped helplessly from his hand.

A beam of fluorescent white light, like a serpent emerging from its hole, twisted and turned, dodging Serena's interception, and struck the Jeko brothers, causing their chests to cave in, spitting out blood as they curled up in a ball. Then, it circled around at an extremely tricky angle, picked up the [Superpower] potion, and returned.

Having eliminated the weakest link, "Santa Nicole" fully utilized the advantages of her spiritual clone, unleashing an incomparably powerful telekinetic field, and turned back to entangle the vampire lady who had launched a sudden attack.

As for the other enemy, she didn't even bother to glance at him. So what if he had hidden some of his strength? Having occupied this place for over a hundred years, she had great confidence in the ancient power hidden within his lair.

Throughout her long and wicked life, there have been powerful enemies whose abilities surpassed hers, but they all perished without a doubt before this ritual of sacrificing life. Santana believes that this time will be no exception!

Just as the woman had predicted, as the external aura dissipated, the black-haired youth's figure crumbled under the strain!

The outcome is decided...

His confident smile was abruptly interrupted.

The figure vanished, but a mysterious light appeared!

Auspicious light swirled around, and auspicious colors shone brightly. A magnificent palace between the three layers of reality and illusion leaped out like a fish. The thousands of true saints within trembled, and their boundless magical power surged like the raging waves of the Qiantang River, directly clashing with the surging evil energy in the void!

"Buzz!"

The Sanyuan Palace trembled violently, and the sacred phantoms that guarded it shattered as if struck by a typhoon. Only a few Huangting Divine Bodies that Zhu Mingyao had cultivated managed to barely hold up the structure. They then shrank into a dim point of colored light and merged into his brow, clearly showing signs of damage.

The entire bar beneath their feet trembled slightly as if by an earthquake, and the overwhelming killing intent that had been pouring forth vanished into thin air.

The two sides fought to a standstill!

"you!"

Santana was shocked and furious that her usually invincible trump card had been so easily broken. She immediately pursed her lips and let out a fierce howl, summoning her tribesmen to attack.

Dozens of dark figures twisted and leaped into the air, gliding over, each exuding a powerful aura, including many skilled individuals at the [Knight] level.

Meanwhile, Zhu Mingyao was silently dealing with the backlash from the clash of magical artifacts and was temporarily unable to make a move. Only Serena remained in good fighting condition on the field, and it seemed that another crisis was about to strike.

Despite being outnumbered, the vampire lady remained fearless on her smooth, jade-like face, instead displaying a touch of aloof arrogance.

A three-foot-long, jet-black Gothic scepter is held high:

"A lowly species mingling in the sewers, bearing the noble name of Vantor."

"Step back!"

As if an emperor sitting on his throne had issued a decree, the numerous "snake demons" that had rushed forward faltered, their movements slowed, and as if they were drunk, they fell to the ground in a disheveled state!

"You're not human, you're a vampire!" Santa Nicole shouted angrily.

Serena gave a disgusted sneer. "Surprised? Aren't you a vampire too? You filthy Nosferatu!"

Chapter 338 The Mask of Nosferatu

The magnificent scepter is neither gold nor jade, abandoning the vampire clan's usual pretentious and elaborate aristocratic style. It is simple and understated yet elegant and dignified. The pair of bat wings adorning the head of the scepter spread out to the left and right, shimmering with a captivating and profound light, like gems from the underworld.

These precious artifacts, which should be displayed in glass cases for people to admire, seem far removed from the concept of weapons, yet they make a group of ferocious non-human monsters feel as if they are facing a formidable enemy.

“The little brat from the Vantro family…” Santa Nico’s eyes twitched, her tone carrying a hint of apprehension.

"You think you can show off with just a worthless, outdated antique?"

Although she outwardly appeared dismissive, her heart was in her throat, and she secretly issued some kind of urgent call.