Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

If this word were to spread, who would believe it?

The Duke-level vampire, the notorious French Blood God, was actually slapped in the face.

This has never happened before in France, or even in European history.

"Oh my God, he actually... slapped me!"

"Is Jiang Taichu's strength so terrifying?"

On the periphery, the faces of many dark warriors watching the battle changed wildly, their hearts beating with fear, and a turmoil rising in their hearts.

Only when you reach their level can you understand what Jiang Tian's style of play means!

This shows that in the contest with Battle, Jiang Tian completely dominated the situation, completely suppressing Battle's terrifying power and many vampire secrets, leaving him with no room to resist or even dodge.

Otherwise, if you want to slap someone, how is it possible!

This is not a fight between street gangsters, but a life-and-death fight that will destroy the world!

Battle is not only powerful, but also extremely arrogant. He was slapped in public, how could he hold back?

If the rumor spreads, he will become the laughing stock of the dark world and will be unable to hold his head up for the rest of his life.

For a moment, Battle's eyes were red, and his chest was almost bursting with rage.

His fangs were fierce, his blue veins were pulsing, and he looked up to the sky and roared: "I'm going to make you——"

Snapped!

Jiang Tian slapped him again, hitting Battle so hard that he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"The outfit is very fancy, and you look so handsome in a rooster costume? Are you going to be the master of ceremonies at a wedding? They are all human beings, so you are pretending to be a chicken!"

Battle was beaten until stars appeared in his eyes, blood dripped from his mouth, and his cheeks were broken.

But he was shocked to find that in front of Jiang Tian, ​​he could not use various vampire secret techniques at all.

His overwhelming power was completely restrained, and he was like an ordinary person, unable to fight back.

Battle couldn't help but be horrified to death. Before he could react, another slap came.

"You look pretty handsome, keep showing off your coolness!" Jiang Tian slapped him again.

"Can you please stop slapping me in the face!" Battle was so angry that he was about to cry.

"I'll slap you in the face! Who makes you more handsome than me!"

Jiang Tian slapped him again, knocking away one of Battle's evil and wild fangs.

"Blood God, haha, you are worthy of being called a 'god'! You are indeed a god, show me!"

Snapped!

Jiang Tian chuckled and slapped him again, making Battle's nostrils bleed.

Everyone was stunned, including Battle. The world was spinning and he was dizzy.

Nathan felt that everything in front of him was like a nightmare, very unreal.

This is incredible!

The majestic Black Duke, in front of Jiang Taichu, was like an ordinary person who had no power to restrain a chicken, and was slapped wildly by Jiang Taichu here and there!

"Aren't you handsome?"

Snapped!

Jiang Tian slapped him down.

"Isn't it very arrogant?"

Another slap!

At this time, Battle finally came to his senses, and his hair stood on end with anger, like a hedgehog.

"Haha, Black Duke? Blood God?"

Jiang Tian was full of ridicule and slapped him again.

He was too lazy to say anything. Everyone knew that this was not a crushing at all.

The majestic Black Duke Battle was beaten like a dog, without the slightest strength to fight back.

In front of Jiang Tian, ​​he didn't even have dignity, let alone the ability to fight back.

Snapped!

The final slap was as powerful as destroying the world.

Battle was spinning and flying dozens of meters away like a top whipped by a whip, and then crashed heavily into the ruins of the castle, leaving him disgraced.

After a long time, Black Duke Battle climbed out and roared angrily: "Jiang Taichu, you have completely angered me!"

"Today, even if I waste three hundred years of blood essence, I will cut you into pieces!"

Battle was so angry that his eyes were red.

Even when he faced the Holy See, the Temple of the Gods, and tens of thousands of European troops, he could handle it calmly and escape calmly.

Now, being slapped so hard by Jiang Tian alone, he was so angry that he almost exploded, and he felt so wronged that he almost wanted to cry.

"The sky is full of blood and fire!"

Battle roared angrily.

All the essence and blood all over his body burned, turning into pillars of fire that soared into the sky and rose up.

"Bartelle, you are taking too many risks!"

Dracula's expression changed greatly, he exclaimed, and wanted to stop him.

This "bloody fire" is Battle's unique trick.

Burning his own essence and blood, he can gain ten times more combat power than before, but once he uses this trick, half of his life will be wasted.

This is a desperate move!

"No one can stop me. I will kill this beast today!"

Battle's nails and fangs swelled, his pupils shrank into needlepoints, and his eyes were like snake eyes, becoming more and more monstrous.

Tsk!

Two wings covered with bone spurs, like bats, burst through the clothes and emerged from the back, about ten meters long.

The blood and energy all over his body surged like a sea tide, and a monstrous and ferocious aura rose into the sky.

The momentum composed of blood, violence, and murderous intent soared into the sky, as if a cannonball had exploded a mushroom cloud.

He was so humiliated by Jiang Tian today. If he didn't kill Jiang Tian, ​​he would not be able to wash away this humiliation.

In an instant, between the sky and the earth, dark clouds rolled and covered the sky and the sun, blood filled the air, as if boiling, and red light filled every inch of space, as if some forbidden power had been triggered.

"I like a warrior with a heart, but I will never let him expire!"

"Warrior, I will devour you in one bite! Taste your delicious and sweet blood carefully!"

Battle bared his fierce fangs, waved his cloak, and raised his hand to point his finger in the air at Jiang Tian.

As soon as he said this.

The blood energy between heaven and earth suddenly converged and turned into an extremely thick, black glue-like black mist that wrapped around Jiang Tian.

This black mist is about fifty meters long. It is thick, smooth, and soft without any spillage. Sometimes it looks like an octopus, sometimes like a giant python. It changes instantly, presenting a magical and eerie beauty.

laugh!

Wherever the black mist passes, plants wither, birds fall to the ground, wild cats become stiff and turn into bones and ashes in the blink of an eye, and all vitality is deprived of them.

Even the children of the Luo family who were several hundred meters away from the black fog died in an instant and fell to the ground on their backs.

"The Curse of Black Death! Back away!"

Seeing this scene, many of the strong men watching the battle turned pale in shock, exclaiming like mice after seeing a cat.

It is one of the ten most powerful curses in the European vampire world. It is so vicious that everyone who hears it is terrified.

Rumor has it that this terrible curse was personally taught to Battle by Cain, the first generation of vampires and the most powerful blood ancestor.

Battle used this curse to kill tens of thousands of elite British troops with one word during the Anglo-French war, causing them all to contract the Black Death and die in pain and struggle.

"The handsome one will definitely win!"

Annalian's eyes were excited, maybe Martel would make a comeback this time, but not necessarily.

"I once used this curse to kill thirty-seven thousand people with just one word!"

"Today, I will use your blood and essence to strengthen my black death curse!"

Battle's momentum surged, and he waved his hands repeatedly. The power of the curse even split the dark clouds in the sky.

"This curse is so big and unreasonable! It's like rubbish!"

Jiang Tian smiled disdainfully and shook his head slightly.

"Death is imminent, but you still speak harshly!"

Battle roared angrily, clasped his hands and stamped his right foot on the ground.

boom!

A large deep pit was sunken into the ground, shaking violently like an earthquake, and the mana around him was activated to the extreme.

Boom!

Roar!

The black curse keeps taking shape, sometimes like a skull, moving its molars to press and chew crazily.

Sometimes, like a demon with goat's horns, its roar moves the sky, and it swings its steel fork, sweeping in all directions.

The black glue-like curse of death completely enveloped Jiang Tian, ​​constantly pulling and spinning.

Bang bang bang!

Several villas were crushed to pieces by the Black Death Curse, and every mountain peak was flattened, with trees and stones flying everywhere.

The mental power takes shape, interferes with reality, and possesses such powerful power, which is originally frightening.

What's more, this is the most vicious curse in the world, and one drop can kill a transformation master.

"My seven hundred years of essence and blood have condensed into a black death curse. Even the Chinese immortals will die here!"

Battle was so tired that blood arrows spurted out from all his orifices, dripping down, making his face even more ferocious and terrifying.

But he smiled triumphantly, with a sense of madness:

"Jiang Taichu, no matter how powerful you are, if you are the number one master in China, you will die!"

He is now burning his essence and blood, increasing his combat power tenfold, and condensing the Black Death Curse. He is confident that even if the Immortal of the East and the Holy King of the West are here, he can obliterate it.

"You dare to offend the authority of the Black Earl and challenge the dignity of the French Blood God. You will only die!"

He just finished speaking.

Just then, a faint voice came from the vinyl-like curse power: "Have you had enough?"

This voice made everyone's gradually blooming smiles instantly freeze on their faces and they could no longer smile.

This voice was a bit sarcastic, a bit cold, and a bit impatient, as if an adult had seen a naughty child.

Then, everyone was shocked to see Jiang Tian walking out of the black glue-like curse, unscathed, looking relaxed and leisurely.

The next moment, Jiang Tian stepped into the air, crossed hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye, came to Battle, and slapped him again.

boom!

Battle was beaten and fell to the ground.

The head smashed a deep pit into the marble floor, and the body also fell into it.

Jiang Tian walked to the edge of the pit, looked down at Battle, and sneered, "Is this your special move?"

Half of Battle's head was shattered, but it was reunited under the secret method of the vampires.

"You're not even qualified to let me use any of my strength!"

Jiang Tian's words were like a heavy hammer hitting Battle's chest, and like countless slaps on his face.

"What did you say?"

At this time, he was gritting his teeth, his face full of anger and unwillingness, and then gradually turned into endless shock and fear.

"I said, with a power like yours, you don't even have the qualifications to make me take action!"

"With your level and fighting power, you still want to protect the Rothschild family and punish me? You are too arrogant and narcissistic! What are you doing!"

Jiang Tian said sarcastically.

"You! I'm going to kill you!"

Battle was red-faced and feeling humiliated. He struggled to get up and roared angrily.

"Really? I won't repent!"

Jiang Tian sneered, raised his right hand, and then gently swatted it down like a fly.

Boom!

A giant Geng-gold palm about ten meters long, engraved with endless Dao patterns, crashed down like the palm of a giant spirit god.