The Wolf’s Bride

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The smile on St. Dmitri’s face instantly froze, and anger surged in his heart. “Do you think you can toy with me?!”

As he spoke, he transformed and was once again shrouded in a bloody mist.

“Blood Domain!”

The blood mist spread rapidly, covering an area of dozens of meters. Within it, vague figures gradually condensed and moved swiftly. It was the perfect manifestation of St. Dmitri’s blood technique at its peak.

At that moment, his strength, speed, and resistance to attacks were greatly enhanced.

Any expert who entered the domain would be affected by the bloody aura. Their blood and energy would be absorbed, causing damage to their strength. More severely, their blood vessels would burst and lead to instant death!

Once killed, more blood would be added to the domain, making St. Dmitri even more powerful.

Swoosh…

The next moment, several arms could be faintly seen swinging inside the mist, rushing toward Luna.

“Master of Shrouded Gate, I respect your strength. However, since you disdained me and toyed with me, don’t blame me for fighting to the death!”

While the mist spread, the irresistible force enveloped Luna in the process. Even from a considerable distance away, the blood in Luna’s body surged.

However, the wave went as quickly as it came, so it did not raise any waves. That was because the Sanguis Blade had already given Luna immunity to attacks using blood.

Creak…

Luna snorted coldly and held the Sanguis Blade in a reverse grip, slashing at the blurry bloody arms.

A streak of light flashed, and all the bloody aura was absorbed wherever it passed. St. Dmitri’s invincible Blood Domain was merely a delectable treat in front of the Sanguis Blade. It had no killing power whatsoever.

Swoosh…

Whoosh…

With the Sanguis Blade, Luna continuously approached the center of the domain. With each large swing, large patches of the bloody mist were taken away.

St. Dmitri was shocked and furious, retreating step by step.

Even so, when he retreated to the side and remained vigilant against Luna, his technique was weakened by two–thirds, significantly reducing his strength.

“A vampire isn’t that impressive.” Luna sneered, her face full of disdain.

“When blood techniques first emerged in Florence, the people of the Obaro continent were still playing with mud. Calling us your ancestors won’t be an exaggeration.

“Where do you get the courage to play these tricks in front of me?”

The lecture infuriated St. Dmitri. He choked for a while and almost fainted from anger.

“I see. I see!” St. Dmitri caught his breath, the anger in his chest almost exploding. “I want to see what abilities you truly possess!”

As he spoke, his hands continued to transform in the air, getting faster and faster. The surging energy also burned to its limit. Even from a considerable distance away, Luna could sense the power of this move.

“Asura Blood Palm!”

After shouting this, the part of St. Dmitri’s face not covered by the mask visibly paled at an alarming speed, revealing how much blood and energy he had consumed.

With his words, a blood–red palm the size of several meters descended from the sky and slammed toward Luna’s head.

“Die! It’s time to end this!”

This move burned half of St. Dmitri’s blood and energy. Even for an expert in the Martial Saint realm, it would result in a significant disadvantage.

“Parlor tricks.” Luna snorted disdainfully.

The moment the palm was about to hit, she swung the Sanguis Blade fiercely, cutting through the air with two shocking arcs of light.