124: Chapter 124 Praising the Sun

The golden ring in Qin Ming's hand began to stretch and deform violently.

High-density holy photons flowed like liquid gold.

Circles of complex and profound ancient Runes condensed out of thin air along the flowing light.

Qin Ming held an extremely exaggerated golden greatsword in one hand.

The blade was composed of two interlaced lines of light, surrounded by a semi-circular Golden Wheel of Law.

The entire sword was compressed from holy light of such high purity it was outrageous!

Under the high temperature of the greatsword, the surrounding air began to show severe optical distortion.

Dracula stared intently at the sword.

The most primitive instinct of a dark creature caused a dense layer of cold sweat to break out on his back the moment he saw the weapon.

Run.

Alarms blared frantically in his brain.

But this absurd thought was immediately crushed by his four hundred years of arrogance.

Run?

In his own fortress, forced into a pathetic flight by a human brat?!

"Die! False god!"

Dracula let out a piercing shriek.

He kicked off the ground forcefully.

"Bang!"

The bluestone steps beneath his feet exploded, sending gravel flying.

The massive fleshy wings on Dracula's back flapped violently, and his whole body turned into a streak of black lightning that the naked eye could not capture, carrying a thick, bloody wind straight for Qin Ming's throat!

The speed was extreme.

A sharp sonic boom even echoed in the air.

Qin Ming did not retreat.

He gripped the slender hilt of the Golden Order Greatsword with both hands.

The tip of the sword pointed straight at the dome, the blade held vertically in front of his face.

The dazzling golden light reflected in his eyes, which were as calm as an ancient well.

Qin Ming looked directly at the crashing mass of black and red blood qi.

"Praise the Sun."

He softly uttered those four words.

The moment the words fell.

Qin Ming took a sudden step forward with his right foot.

The terrifying explosive power from the Advanced Physique Reinforcement directly crushed the dark red carpet and the stone slabs beneath his feet into powder!

He used no fancy tricks.

He simply swung the Greatsword of Law and slashed down at the black lightning ahead!

"Boom—!!!"

The golden holy light and the black-red blood qi collided violently in the center of the hall.

There was no stalemate.

Only overwhelming destruction.

A visible circular shockwave exploded outward with the two of them at the center.

Over a dozen load-bearing stone pillars on both sides of the hall, each requiring two people to encircle, were snapped in half like paper under the sweep of the shockwave!

Dust and stones from the dome crashed down.

"Rippp!"

An extremely piercing sound of flesh being torn.

Dracula's arms, wrapped in high-density dark magic and as hard as fine steel, were sliced open the moment they touched the blade.

There was no resistance.

The golden greatsword cleaved through the blood qi shield.

It cut through the magic shell.

It sliced deep into Dracula's right shoulder blade.

"Aaaaaah!"

Dracula's eyes bulged as he let out a tragic, distorted howl.

This was no ordinary physical cut.

The golden light of Law remaining in the wound burned madly along his meridians like maggots in his bones.

Even his bone marrow was ignited.

"Get away!!"

Dracula fell into an extreme frenzy.

Ignoring the greatsword stuck in his shoulder, his left fingers suddenly elongated, and his pitch-black claws lunged straight for Qin Ming's heart.

He was trying to trade his life for his opponent's.

Qin Ming's gaze hardened.

He didn't even pull out the sword.

He suddenly released his left hand from the hilt.

Qin Ming's left shoulder dropped, and the moment he dodged Dracula's claw strike, his left fist clenched and smashed into Dracula's defenseless chin with immense force!

"Crack."

An extremely crisp sound of the jawbone fracturing.

Dracula was knocked off his feet by the heavy punch, his upper body tilting backward uncontrollably.

Qin Ming took the opportunity to pull out the Golden Order Greatsword.

His right arm muscles bulged, and his waist twisted.

The greatsword swung through the air in a perfect golden half-moon arc.

"Swish!"

A flash of golden light passed by.

The world went silent for a second.

Then.

Dracula's left wing, with a span of nearly three meters and his greatest pride.

It was severed at the root.

It fell to the ground with a thud.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and not a single drop of blood flowed out, because all the blood vessels were completely melted by the high temperature in an instant.

"Thud."

The Vampire Count hit the ground hard.

He rolled over a dozen times on the floor, smashing into the throne made of pig iron and skulls before finally coming to a stop.

The half-wing lying on the ground.

Before its texture could even be seen clearly, it turned into a pile of dead ash under the continuous corrosion of the golden light.

Dust filled the hall.

Qin Ming held the radiant Greatsword of Law in one hand.

His pure white shirt was spotless.

He stepped over the rubble and ashes, walking slowly toward the ruins of the throne.

The tip of the greatsword pointed diagonally at the ground, plowing a deep, scorched trench into the stone floor.

Sizzling sparks splattered all the way.

"Four hundred years."

"Is this all you've learned—the ability to take a beating?"

Qin Ming's voice wasn't loud, but it sounded particularly harsh in the empty ruins.

Deep in the hall.

Count Dracula slowly crawled up from the pile of broken bones.

"Then I'll show you my true power!"

Dracula spat out those words through gritted teeth.

He suddenly raised his right arm.

His fingers sank deep into the flesh of his own chest.

"Rippp!"

He tore open a wound deep enough to see the bone. The thick, dark blood did not fall to the ground but floated upward, defying gravity.

The blood rapidly wove and condensed in mid-air.

In just half a second, it turned into a seven-meter-long Shadow Blood Whip covered in sharp barbs.

Dracula's wrist flicked suddenly.

"Snap!"

The blood whip tore through the air, letting out a sharp crack.

Carrying a thick stench and corrosive magic, it struck toward Qin Ming's face like a venomous black mamba.

Qin Ming did not meet it head-on.

His footsteps shifted, and his body leaned slightly to the left.

The blood whip whistled past his body.

"Boom!"

The tip of the whip struck a load-bearing stone pillar behind Qin Ming.

That hard bluestone pillar was instantly corroded, leaving a half-meter-deep scorched trench as stone chips flew.

Dracula didn't expect this strike to succeed.

The moment he swung the whip, he threw his head back and let out a piercing roar.

The potential of this four-hundred-year-old Vampire Progenitor was fully triggered.

At his severed left shoulder, countless crimson buds of flesh churned and intertwined madly.

Accompanied by the scalp-numbing sound of bones growing.

A brand-new fleshy wing, even larger than before with a span exceeding four meters, forced its way out of the wound.

Dracula completed his final form transformation.

His height rose to nearly three meters. His entire body was covered in a layer of dark black cuticle that resembled armor.

His eyes were like two clusters of burning Hellfire.

"Die! Son of God!"

"Praise the Devil,"