Ark, they don't revolve around you

The blood surrounded him as if to please his new master, and the man named Zhuang Ning didn't even look at him.

How humiliating...

Dukare looked at Zhuang Ning, but Zhuang Ning didn't look at him. He just regarded himself as a good target and a training tool.

What could be a greater insult than being ignored?

A river of blood rolled around Dukare, and wisps of blood polluted the void.

Since I have used up most of my strength but still cannot win, that means it is not enough!

He set his eyes on the blood bag thrown by Zhuang Ning. The sticky blood seemed like a supreme delicacy.

Just now, the Blood Demon Lord was corroded by Zhuang Ning's blood, and there was still a little fear in his heart.

But looking at the blood, it is still extremely tempting.

After looking at the other party's hateful appearance, Dukalei looked gloomy and began to suck Zhuang Ning's blood.

He continued to absorb the nectar, and his strength became visibly stronger.

Once, the massacre of an army was far from the end of the king's court.

However, this refined blood contains endless and irresistible power!

The Blood Demon Lord's hand gently touched the skeleton of the giant beast.

This terrifying existence possesses the power to drift in time and space. This time, wisps of blood climbed up and crushed the skeleton!

The endless river of blood rolled, infecting every corner of the space, and the Blood Demon Lord looked down upon his opponent.

He felt better than ever, every cell in his body seemed to come alive, the deep red in his eyes seemed to have solidified into gems, and with every move he made, everything was submitting to him!

Sanity is worn away.

A river of blood rushed up, surging like a torrent!

Zhuang Ning remained calm, and did not resist, allowing himself to be swallowed by the river of blood.

The Blood Demon Lord also laughed, a rare moment of losing composure. He didn't understand what this feeling was, joy? Happiness?

……No.

It is the beast lurking in the heart, the fear is calmed and out of it comes...peace of mind!

The Blood Demon Lord admitted that he was actually afraid of that man.

But not now, he is still the great lord of the royal court, and will never -

The Blood Demon Lord was stunned.

As a result, the two Sakotas were completely stunned, looking at the scene before them that seemed like a miracle.

The river of blood was parted.

As if being torn apart by a knife, the huge tide of blood dispersed to both sides.

In the center of the sea of ​​blood, every part of that person's body was soaked in blood.

From hands to feet, from inside to outside, it was as if I was being baptized.

The look in his eyes was as if he was looking at an ant - that was clearly the look that the Blood Demon Lord used to look at other races!

The Blood Demon Lord's eyes were bloodshot.

No one has ever been able to trample on his dignity like this, not even the Devil King, let alone a mere outsider!

But Zhuang Ning didn't even cast his gaze towards the Blood Demon Lord.

He quietly turned his neck, slightly opened his lips, and felt the sweet and fishy taste of blood in the corner of his mouth.

"Arturo, celebrate."

"Ok?"

"I'll let you celebrate." Zhuang Ning sighed, "Just choose the piece you're best at."

Arturo was frozen, but he couldn't control himself.

Originally, she absolutely disliked this kind of behavior that went against her own will.

But seeing the man facing the sea of ​​blood alone, Arturo seemed to be in turmoil.

Through the extreme madness, she vaguely saw an unspeakable huge emotion, which was far superior to all other living beings... arrogance!

The music flowed through the space, and the unknown melody was performed by Arturo.

As for Exia, she was completely stunned.

The Blood Demon Lord was so powerful and tyrannical that she couldn't even think of any saints in history who could match him.

And the doctor is not at a disadvantage.

No, it was more than just not losing the upper hand. He controlled the situation from the very beginning and did not waver at all.

The wind seemed to be blowing.

The music became more and more passionate and rapid like drum beats.

Among them, Zhuang Ning took a step forward.

Just one step seemed to crush the sea of ​​blood, causing the endless tide of blood to fall apart.

With every step he took, his breathing became heavier, but Zhuang Ning walked faster and faster, and his smile became more ferocious.

In the end, he had completely turned into a runner, rushing towards the Blood Demon Lord like a meteor.

The Blood Demon Lord fell to the ground due to the impact.

The moment he fell to the ground, he tried to stand up and cheer himself up, but a foot stepped on his chest.

These insulting actions undoubtedly had a strong purpose, but Zhuang Ning was indeed very disappointed, and his dark eyes were slightly bloodshot:

"Is that... the extent?"

"Is this the only power of the blood and witchcraft you inherited?"

The force from the soles of his feet continued to be applied, crushing his chest and directly penetrating the Blood Demon Lord's heart.

This monster, who had once survived being beaten by so many powerful men, was now dying. His voice was trembling, like the wail of a dying beast: "This is impossible!"

"You...can't..."

"In these thousands of years, haven't you read a few books or gained some culture?"

Zhuang Ning loosened his feet, a faint melody rippling, he closed his eyes, knelt on one knee, and reached into Dukare's chest.

He formed a palm with his five fingers and dug out the beating heart.

The blood demon's heart is no different from that of an ordinary person... Zhuang Ning thought, and crushed it.

Blood and flesh splattered on the ground.

The Blood Demon Lord was still there, breathing hoarsely: "This is impossible, you are not even Tikaz, there is no Tikaz's blood in your blood."

“You are just a lowly person, just an ambitious person who is good at talking and eloquent, and a sinner who intends to manipulate the siblings and make Kazdel fall into the abyss... You should, should not be able to usurp our crown!”

"How could you kill me..."

"Do you think so?" Zhuang Ning's expression gradually became compassionate.

But beneath the pity, there was extreme coldness, and he accepted the blood demon's mockery completely.

"But have you ever thought that I am also disappointed in you?"

He sighed and gently extended his hand, "Especially you, Blood Demon."

"How can you be so weak? You should be stronger and drain my blood! You should stand up and see if you can trample on my dignity!!!!"

"But you fell so easily, don't you think this is all ridiculous!!!"

"Tikaz? Sarkaz? What's the difference? A beast in human form has never changed its nature!"

"And I actually...actually..." Zhuang Ning laughed, his smile was crazy, "I actually, was once so embarrassed..."

"This doesn't make sense. Why can I let you talk in front of me? Why can I let you breathe in front of me?"

"Dukare, you simply cannot see some things. I must have existed before Tikaz was born, when you were just uncivilized animals."

"Your civilization is ancient and lowly. Your denial of the crown is as ridiculous as your people's reliance on the crown!"

"And you...you think you have noble blood. For thousands of years, you have been unable to do anything...you are just a waste of waste who has been greedy for the gifts of nature..."

At this moment, the Blood Demon Lord could no longer suppress his fear.

He looked directly into those eyes, as if he could see the darkness in them.

There was mockery in the darkness, a sneer at Kazdel's thousands of years of history.

This man who was supposed to be above history once again extended his hand amid the magnificent sound of the violin.

With a click, the Blood Demon Lord's head was taken out along with his spinal cord.

The blood is flowing!

In the tide of blood that was cascading down to the ground like a waterfall, the only drop of Tikaz's blood popped out and fell into Zhuang Ning's hand.

This is the pride of the Blood Demon Lord, your uncontaminated bloodline.

But Zhuang Ning swallowed it without any hesitation and swallowed it into his throat.

A river of blood immediately rose up, its scale was hundreds or even ten times larger than that of the Blood Demon Lord!

Dukare, with only his head left, had the deepest despair reflected in his eyelids.

There is no need for more, the Blood Demon Lord is doomed to die.

Zhuang Ning seemed to have a lot to say, but at this moment he lost interest in continuing the conversation.

I thought there would be a big battle, and that interfering with Tikaz's witchcraft would be difficult, but it turns out to be just this...

In his hand he held another bone, the key to return to the normal world.

The Blood Demon Lord was still cursing in ancient words, but Zhuang Ning turned a blind eye.

There were really no words that could express his feelings except loss.

"Goodbye."

Zhuang Ning looked back and saw that Tikaz, whose brain he had pulled out, was still roaring.

His evil taste rose again, and he finally sneered: "You and your race make me laugh."

The cello music became increasingly sad, as if mourning the death of the blood demon.

In the blink of an eye, Archangel found himself back to the original hill.

The fire was still burning, and Zhuang Ning was no different from before. He really just took the time to eat and killed a piece of trash.

"I don't understand why people with long life spans always waste their time..."

"For thousands of years, your brain has not fully developed, you claim to be noble, but you have accomplished nothing."

Arturo remained silent. Perhaps it was the first time he truly felt what kind of person he was interacting with.

Zhuang Ning just talked to himself and didn't think about asking for their feedback.

He felt that drop of pure Tikaz's blood. The Blood Demon Lord once hoped to let this drop of blood merge into the original source stone and float into the dark clouds of the Shard.

As a result, there will be a world-destroying natural disaster, the rules of civilization will be broken, and the order on the surface of the earth will be reshaped.

This drop of blood indeed carries pride and also records the life of the Blood Demon Lord.

And Zhuang Ning saw a little memory in the blood.

That was a long time ago, about ten years ago, Zhuang Ning first got involved in Kazdel as the commander of the Sarkaz mercenaries.

Amid the bones scattered all over the ground, he stared at the Blood Demon Lord on a very distant ship.

The sky was dim that day and the sunset seemed to be burning.

At that distance, perhaps the Blood Demon Lord could easily kill this newly born evil spirit.

In the end, the Blood Demon Lord just sneered and left out of contempt.

"How stupid..." Zhuang Ning's mockery deepened, "Stupidity and ignorance have never been obstacles to survival."

He closed his eyes and silently added the last sentence in his heart.