The Blood Prince's gaze swept across the hundreds of Liams surrounding the battlefield, yet unlike everyone else, there was no fear in his eyes. The initial shock had disappeared. In its place was cold arrogance.
"So this is your great trump card?"
The remaining cultivators turned toward him.
The Blood Prince looked at the shattered Blood Court warships, the mountains of corpses, and the hundreds of Dao King soul avatars steadily closing around him. His expression grew colder with every passing second, but there was still no desperation.
Instead, he seemed offended. "Do you truly believe this is enough to destroy me?"
The Blood Prince raised his head. "What exactly do you think I am?"
Crimson energy began leaking from his body. At first, it seemed no different from the Blood Dao aura he had already displayed. Then the surrounding Dao Kings began noticing something wrong.
