"Indeed, the blood of young people is the most delicious! Moonlight, today I will drink every drop of your blood, and discover the secret of why you're so powerful at such a young age."
Duke Herbert III licked the blood staining his hand and suddenly spoke manically.
Yang Yan deflected Duke Herbert III's swift attacks, staring intently at him.
"Haha! Who would have thought a living new legend would only be this capable? Truly, beneath such renown lies true inadequacy!"
Duke Herbert III once again tore a large chunk of blood from Yang Yan, speaking with a fierce grin.
At this moment, Yang Yan was fully focused on handling the violent storm of attacks from Duke Herbert III, too busy to respond to his mocking.
"Haha! A Titled Powerhouse in his twenties, what exactly brought you to this point?"
Duke Herbert III relentlessly attacked Yang Yan, sneering as he asked.
"Damn it..."
Yang Yan cursed, instinctively wanting to retreat, avoiding the deadly attack.
