Chapter 1770
"That's the vampire, Sabat. He's a figure from a thousand years ago!" Yanna squinted at the man in the trench coat, her expression slightly nervous. Gerbind's expression darkened slightly. "His aura puts him around the peak of the Mystique Loyalty Realm. A thousand-year-old vampire wouldn't be this weak, right?"
Yanna nodded. "Over a thousand years ago, vampires were incredibly powerful. Due to their physiological traits, they needed fresh blood to survive. Some vampires decided to substitute it with animal blood while others continued to expand their vampire families, causing havoc among humans.
"This ultimately angered the descendants of the gods, who fought the vampire families for hundreds of years, eventually wiping them out. This included Sabat, who was the leader of one particular vampire family. He was extremely powerful but was still ultimately sealed away in the end.
"He's probably weak now because he was sealed for too long. He also likely expended a lot of energy breaking free, causing his cultivation to regress.
"Though he appears to be only at the fifth tier of the Legendary Realm, he's still a figure from over a thousand years ago, so we mustn't underestimate him.
"Vampires fear the power of light, but awakeners of light are very rare!"Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
Yanna bit her lip and looked at Minaba, saying, "The power of the Path might work against him."
Minaba glanced back at the disciples of the Ember Moon Clan with an embarrassed expression. "We don't have anyone at the peak of the Mystique Loyalty Realm."
"We have Jaxon!" Eric suddenly spoke up. Instantly, everyone's gaze shifted to Jaxon, who was dressed in all-white robes.
Eric looked at Jaxon and asked, "Master Jaxon, are you confident?"
"But isn't Master Jaxon only at the late stage of Mystique Loyalty Realm?" Bertram asked.
"But he has the strength to contend with someone at the peak of the Mystique Loyalty Realm," Eric said with a faint smile.
"This isn't an ordinary peak Mystique Loyalty Realm cultivator though. It's a thousand-year-old monster!" Bertram said with deep concern.
"The Light guides."
Jaxon clasped his hands together and recited a Path chant. Suddenly, his figure blinked, and he appeared on the platform.
Sabat did not introduce himself. His crimson eyes were fixed on Jaxon while his mouth formed a faint, elusive smile on his face.
By this time, the Western faction had
also learned who Sabat was.
Hearing that he was a vampire from
a thousand years ago, they were
suddenly filled with excitemenet
While vampires had committed atrocities in the past, they already got their retribution. It was all ancient history now.
With the bloodline of the godly descendants thinning and the many factions constantly in conflict, nobody cared about grudges from a thousand years ago. They only wished for the Western faction to win in this arena match. Still silent, Sabat waved his hand and produced a blood blade from his sleeve which he slashed toward Jaxon.
A phantom golden bell appeared around Jaxon. The blood blade struck the bell, emitting a deafening sound. The golden bell cracked, and Sabat swung his blade again.
The golden bell shattered completely, and Jaxon went soaring into the air, his dark eyes flashing with golden light.
"Palm of Compassion," Jason
uttered as he raised his hand and
slapped it down. A huge golden. palm formed, and it was accompanied by faint chanting in the air. Sabat stabbed his blade toward the descending palm, and blood-red energy collided with the palm's center.
Blood stains appeared on Jaxon's palm, but he did not lose his composure as he continued softly reciting scriptures.
The palm seemed to increase in force, pressing Sabat down until he was forced to bend his knees.
Sabat let out a hoarse roar. Suddenly, a huge pair of wings sprouted from his back followed by an eruption of an aura that surpassed the Mystique Loyalty Realm. The palm instantly shattered. When Eric sensed the change in Sabat's power level, his brows twisted into a slight furrow. "This is bad! Jaxon got tricked!"
Bertram was also frowning. "I knew this vampire was going to be difficult.
"Jaxon, if you can't win, just admit defeat. Don't be stubborn!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.
Jaxon was only in his 20s. It was already an extraordinary feat that he was able to cultivate to the late è stage of the Mystique Loyalty Realm at this age, let alone contend with an opponent at the peak of the
Mystique Loyalty Realm.
They could not afford to allow a talent like that to be snuffed out. There was no shame for modern cultivators dealing with ancient vampires to admit defeat if victory could not be secured.