1275 Tsk, You’re Old but Stubborn.
w.a.n.g Teng wondered if escaping was the better option. Meanwhile, the blood crow ancestor turned to look at him.
The former immediately stopped moving, showing an unfazed expression.
If the enemy didn’t move, he wouldn’t move.
He couldn’t falter at the moment. Once he showed any signs of weakness, the enemy would grab the chance and give him a knock in the head.
!!
The blood crow ancestor was manifested with a drop of blood essence. It might not have much power, so there shouldn’t be much reason to be afraid.
Death is not scary. Just do it!
Many thoughts went through w.a.n.g Teng’s mind.
The blood crow ancestor sized up the human with interest. A shrill voice came out of its mouth. “A genius of the human race? It won’t be a waste of my blood essence if I manage to kill you.”
“Old man, who are you to kill me with just a drop of blood essence? What are you thinking?” w.a.n.g Teng snapped back with a black face.
Tourbe looked at him in shock.
This fellow is quite bold. How dare he scold the ancestor.
He’s doomed!
He’s definitely a dead man now.
He had said that many times in his heart, but it was fine. He was sure that the human would have no chance to escape from his ancestor’s attack.
A smirk appeared on his face.
“Hmph, it’s been a while since someone spoke to me like this.” The blood crow ancestor wasn’t angered by the response. Instead, he laughed in a sarcastic and high pitched tone. It felt uncomfortable just listening to it.
“I can say it a few more times if you want,” w.a.n.g Teng replied.
The blood crow ancestor: …
Tourbe: …
This human’s mind isn’t working properly.
“Anyway, old man, are you truly a crow?” w.a.n.g Teng asked curiously.
“Impudent!” Tourbe roared in anger.
I’ve already said that I’m not a crow. Why does he have to bring it up again? He even asked in front of the ancestor. Is he tired of living?
He wished the human could die faster.
What if his ancestor thought he didn’t explain properly and vented his frustration on him later?
He would suffer a terrible death.
“Hahaha.” The blood crow ancestor suddenly laughed in a sinister manner. “I admire your courage. I’ve decided that I will personally have a taste of your blood later.”
w.a.n.g Teng touched his chin and tried to fan the flames, “What kind of fetish is that? That vampire wanted to taste my blood and now, you want to have some too. Am I the Longevity Monk? But, there’s only one me. It’s not enough for the two of you. Why don’t y’all have a fight first?”
Is there something wrong with these vampire apparitions? Why are human talents being graded by how delicious they are?
Tourbe: …
F**k, this human is making trouble for me.
The blood crow ancestor was also rendered speechless.
The situation made him feel he was being a bad elder, s.n.a.t.c.hing things from his descendant.
The other elders in the family would laugh at him if they learned of this.
“What a sharp tongue.” The blood crow ancestor sneered. No other words were said as he turned into a beam of red light and disappeared.
“Fast!” w.a.n.g Teng was shocked. He showed a stern look.
Swoos.h.!.+
A red beam appeared before him just then, stabbing his body before he could react.
Tourbe’s expression contorted with exhilaration.
This human is finally dead!
The guy had tormented him terribly, but he finally had his revenge. It was worth the drop of blood essence his ancestor had given him.
“Huh?”
The ancestor reappeared behind w.a.n.g Teng’s after his attack, then frowned all of a sudden.
He turned back to flash an astonished look at the human’s body.
No blood had splashed out from the giant hole made. Instead, the figure was disintegrating.
This is just a shadow!
When?
A few hundred meters away—s.p.a.ce became slightly distorted and a figure stepped out.
“Oh my G.o.d, that was dangerous. I almost died.” w.a.n.g Teng patted his chest and appeared relieved.
“What?” Tourbe widened his eyes in disbelief.
This human managed to evade the attack of my ancestor!
Just now…
The elder blood crow stared at w.a.n.g Teng and said two words, “s.p.a.ce talent!”
Tourbe was appalled. It was just a guess at the start but his forefather ascertained it personally. This human possesses the rare s.p.a.ce talent.
But, he didn’t use this talent when we fought.
Was he looking down on me?
Tourbe felt offended. An unprecedented sense of humiliation surged in his heart. He wished he could rush over and fight it out with the human.
He was the talent of the vampire race, yet the human looked down on him.
“What s.p.a.ce talent? I don’t know what you’re saying.” w.a.n.g Teng denied it. His face was giving them a ‘you must have seen wrong’ expression.
The blood crow ancestor: …
Does he think I’m blind?
Why would a crow… I mean, a formidable vampire like me, not notice the obvious s.p.a.ce fluctuation?
Even Tourbe felt his face muscles twitching. He forgot the humiliation he felt and just wanted to complain.
“Hmph, even if you have s.p.a.ce talent, you can’t escape from my grasp.” The blood crow ancestor glared at w.a.n.g Teng with a sharp gaze and disappeared once again.
Swoos.h.!.+
The elder turned into a beam of red light and pierced w.a.n.g Teng’s body again.
Once again, the latter appeared in the distance; only his shadow remained.
“You can’t catch me! You can’t catch me!” w.a.n.g Teng’s mind spun furiously as he tried to come up with a plan. However, he kept on putting an irritating act on the surface.
“This human is getting on my nerves!” Tourbe was then rendered speechless.
His ancestor remained silent. A cold glint flashed pa.s.sed his eyes while turning his body around and forming a crescent in the sky, then flying towards the human again.
w.a.n.g Teng’s s.p.a.ce Physique was at the third-rank and he had the s.p.a.ce Flash technique specially made for dodging. That is why he could even handle the blood crow ancestor’s extreme speed with ease.
Well, the opponent emerged from a drop of blood essence, so he wasn’t able to release much of his original power.
Finally, the blood crow had the last straw, only catching a lingering shadow every time he was about to catch the truant.
The elder felt as if he were trying to s.n.a.t.c.h a slippery eel.
This made him feel frustrated and unhappy.
It was also a bit embarra.s.sing.
After all, he did say to his descendant that he could easily kill w.a.n.g Teng.
And yet, a long time pa.s.sed and he had yet to succeed.
He started feeling that Tourbe’s gaze was becoming a little strange.
“Seriously, why don’t we just end it here; no one’s getting the upper hand. There’s no need to waste time over this,” said w.a.n.g Teng to the elder after evading another attack and appearing somewhere in the distance.
“I must kill you. No one can humiliate me,” the blood crow ancestor said angrily.
“Humph, you’re a stubborn old man.” w.a.n.g Teng shook his head helplessly. He turned to look at Tourbe and said, “Aren’t you going to persuade your ancestor? An old man shouldn’t strain himself.”
“…Old man?!” Tourbe was confused. His neck turned with a rigid motion to look at his ancestor.
“You’re looking for death!”
The blood crow ancestor had a mental breakdown even after many years of self-cultivation.