will appear on your wife's bed tomorrow.”You should know your wife's ruthlessness. If she were to find out about all your lovers and children, I fear none of them would survive.And my only requiremen...Leng Qingqiu was about to draw her sword, but Ye Tian stopped her with his hand.

"This guy's mine!"

This is a zombie before my eyes, but I am the ancestor of the corpse puppet. As the Kunlun world's rare Heavenly Demon Body that appears once every ten thousand years, dealing with this guy is just right.

After that, Ye Tian strode out and came before Aubameyang. Without a word, he launched a punch directly at him.

"Ignorant Chinese people!"

Aubameyang showed no signs of flinching, instead a smirk playing on his lips.

If it were Leng Qingqiu wielding the sword, he would still be extremely afraid of his opponent's swordsmanship. But if it were anyone else, fighting unarmed, wouldn't that be courting death

As a millennia-old zombie, his defense was impregnable to the opponent. And anyone touched by his corpse poison would turn into a pool of blood and pus within moments.

That's why he didn't dodge at all, allowing Ye Tian's punch to land squarely on his chest.

The smugness and mockery only lasted a fleeting moment. The expression on his face shifted dramatically the instant the punch connected.

Ye Tian's punches looked ordinary, but they had reached the state of returning to simplicity. All his strength was condensed into a single point, suddenly bursting forth.

Aubameyang's vaunted defense proved utterly useless against this blow, as fragile as a newborn. It offered no resistance whatsoever.

With a single punch, he was sent flying like a cannonball. A black hole was brutally smashed into his chest, destroying his internal organs.

"This…"

At this time, a group of Westerners were startled. You have to know that this ten-thousand-year zombie is considered one of their top existences, but it's still unstoppable with just one punch.

Aubameyang, after having knocked over four or five blood duke lords in a row, finally managed to stabilize himself. He glanced down at the gaping hole in his chest and knew he was finished.

Although he practiced the necromancy of the dark school, he was still a living person after all. Such severe injuries were obviously fatal.

"Boy, you dare kill me But you won't live long either!"

On Aubameyang's hideous face, a terrifying grimace appeared, "Contaminated by my eternal corpse poison, you shall die too!"

"You're overthinking it. With your pathetic poison, you couldn't even manage a fart."

Ye Tian once again blasted out with a punch from afar, directly shattering Aubameyang into a cloud of dust.

As for the ten thousand year corpse poison he mentioned, it's really child's play in front of the Heavenly Demon Body, nothing at all.

Seeing the Myriad-Year Zombie explode, Sanders' heart skipped a beat. Though the opponent was from the Dark Race, they were now standing on the same front line.

Most importantly, Aubameyang's death exposed the opponent's true strength. Even with a different player, they still possess overwhelming combat power, far exceeding what their side can match.

In fact, this is true. Although the Eastern Expeditionary Army had countless old monsters, the strongest among them were only at the Mahayana stage.

while Ye Bufan's side was entirely at the peak of tribulation crossing, there wasn't even a single tribulation initial stage, let alone a great consummation stage.

It was more of a one-sided crushing than a real fight, with no suspense whatsoever.

Westerners seemed to have realized this as well. At this moment, they all stood there obediently, no one dared to step forward and provoke him again.

But their inactivity didn't mean there was nothing happening. Si Tu Dian Mo stepped forward, his gaze piercing and fixed on the blood clan army from the Dark World.

She was once the vampire queen of the blood clan, and although she has changed her constitution now, for old times' sake, there are some things she still needs to look into.

His gaze fell upon the three old ghosts in front of the Blood Clan: "Who is currently in charge of the Blood Clan"

These three ancient blood clans had already witnessed the might of Ye Tian and Leng Qingqiu, each one hiding behind others, waiting for someone else to take the lead.

Now that people have come to their door directly, they can't keep hiding like turtles.

Of the three ancient blood races, Dracula stepped forward first. He forced himself to adopt an air of seniority despite his nervousness.

"Little girl, my vampire affairs are none of your concern..."

He originally thought that with his own strength, the other party would definitely have some reservations and at least leave some face.

Unexpectedly, before he could finish speaking, a giant hand formed from true essence appeared above his head and slammed him to the ground.

After a deafening boom, when Situ Dianmo's big hand retracted, what appeared before everyone was a human-shaped pit. Dracula had just been slapped directly into the ground.

The onlookers gasped in astonishment. This was an ancient vampire who had survived from the old days, his strength was immeasurable, yet he was defeated with a single slap

The most shocking thing was the other two ancient blood clans beside him. When they saw Dracula's appearance, they were both so scared that their legs went weak.

Normally, as a blood clan, the physical body is extremely strong and agile, and ancient blood clans are even more so.

As an ancient blood race, as long as my own natal blood remains, I can eventually survive.

But Dracula was obviously dead, thoroughly so. His very lifeblood had been drained completely.

This is truly terrifying. As a blood race, they have always been the ones to suck the blood of others. When was the last time they were the ones being drained

They had no idea that Si Tu Dian Mo practiced the Saint Blood Sect's techniques, which allowed him to control blood a thousand or even ten thousand times better than any member of the Blood Clan.

What's most crucial is that she knows these vampires' bodies too well. She can pinpoint their vital points effortlessly and strike them down with a single blow.

Sima Dianmo remained calm and composed, as if he had done something insignificant, not even glancing at Dracula again. His gaze shifted to another ancient blood race member, Mila.

"Who is in charge of the blood clan now"

Her voice was flat, even soft, yet an endless pressure emanated from her, filling the entire space and making anyone dare not underestimate her.

Especially Mila, who was in the front line. A photo of Dracula was still beside her, and he knew better than anyone how powerful this woman was. He wouldn't dare to provoke her anymore.

He didn't hesitate for a moment, leaping into the air and transforming into a golden-winged bat, racing swiftly into the distance.

If you can beat him, fight him. If you can't, run away. That's his motto for many years.

Since he's met a strong opponent, running away is the first option. He has survived from ancient times precisely because of this.

But unfortunately, in front of Situ Dianmo, running away was nothing but a fantasy.

"Want to run, it's not that easy!"

Si Tu Dian Mo raised his hand and grabbed a golden-winged bat with a true essence giant hand. Then, he squeezed lightly with both hands, tearing off its two wings.

"Ah!"

Mila let out a bloodcurdling scream and transformed back into her human form, crashing to the ground. Her arms were gone, replaced by gaping wounds spewing crimson.

Only now did he realize that he had underestimated this woman.

I said, "I'll say anything..."

Seeing that he couldn't escape, he immediately chose to lower his head, but Situ Dianmo didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and slapped him directly.

Again, there was a deafening boom, and next to Dracula appeared a human photograph. The only flaw was that it lacked arms.

Everyone around was dumbfounded. This woman was too domineering, just casually slapping someone to death.

With Mira dead, Situ Dianmo's gaze turned to the last ancient blood clan member, Salah.

"Who is in charge of the Blood Clan now"s Palace anyway.As this thought crossed his mind, wherever his divine consciousness passed, vast swathes of weapons vanished instantly, all being drawn into the Dragon King's Hall. In just a few breat...