"No! It's mine! Give it back to me!"
The vampire, already entangled by chains, clearly saw his dagger being forcefully snatched away and roared, his eyes practically splitting with rage.
He used all his strength, desperately trying to break free from the chains. He had to retrieve his weapon.
"Hah, yours? If you call out to it, will it respond?"
Chu Feng chuckled. Spiritual Power surged in his hands, instantly dispersing the dark energy attempting to resist on the dagger.
Then, with a thought, the exquisitely crafted Crescent Moon Dagger entered Chu Feng's Storage Space.
"You bloodsucking beast! Remember this: the dagger is called Crescent Moon! It has been my weapon since ancient times!"
"You're shameless!"
The enraged vampire stretched out his claws, trying to grab Chu Feng, but always fell just short.
Glancing at the corpses of the town residents strewn about, Chu Feng swiftly grabbed the arm the vampire had barely managed to extend.
