I have an Apocalypse City-Chapter 905 - 906: The Blood-Red Count_1

Chapter 905: Chapter 906: The Blood-Red Count_1

Song Jian drew out the Sky-breaking Sword and swung it hard towards the three remaining corners of the ironwood coffin;

Clang clang clang~

Sparks flew all around; the ironwood coffin was even harder than steel. The sharpness of the Sky-breaking Sword could easily cut through ordinary steel, but now it only left a shallow white mark on the coffin;

However, Song Jian wasn’t in a hurry; he kept chopping away. The red aura became thicker and more intense. Soon, these scattered auras turned into a blood fog, and a sweet, fishy smell wafted through the cracks of the coffin;

Boom!

A muffled sound echoed as the coffin trembled slightly—something seemed to be inside!

“Could it be that laying inside is the Blood Count Xi Boyaer?” Song Jian guessed in his heart, feeling a surge of excitement. Knowing this was the Blood Count’s territory meant that the Count had to be at least a Lord-level BOSS, and if he was lucky, he might even encounter a Commanding-level BOSS!

Song Jian was now drooling over a Commanding-level BOSS. Wherever there was information about a Commanding-level BOSS, no matter how far, he would investigate.

“You better not disappoint me!” Song Jian muttered to himself and swung his sword at the coffin lid again;

A dark gold light flashed for a moment, and with a “crack,” the sturdy ironwood coffin had an entire corner chopped off by Song Jian, along with the iron nail that fastened the lid, which was also cut off;

Song Jian smiled slightly; what he was waiting for was the trigger of the passive talent “Holy Sword”!

With two corners of the coffin missing their nails, it became more unstable. The blood fog became even more intense, and the thick fog enveloped everything around, slowly spreading outwards;

Just as Song Jian was about to continue removing the other two nails, the whole ironwood coffin suddenly shook violently, and the remaining two nails started to sway and slowly rose by themselves;

Even with Song Jian’s strength, he could not pull out these nails bare-handed, which shows how secure they were. But now, the two remaining nails seemed to be pulled out by an invisible hand, and in a short while, both were removed;

Clang~

The dislodged nails fell to the ground as the coffin lid was blown up by a gust of air, tumbling towards a nearby wall;

“Three hundred years, I have slept for three hundred years!” A hoarse voice emerged from the coffin;

Soon, a withered arm reached out, grasping the edge of the coffin. Then, a man dressed in a red silk robe with a black cross hanging from his neck slowly sat up from the coffin;

The man looked like a skeleton with skin stretched over it, his cheeks hollow and cheekbones high, showing no trace of muscle on his body;

“Was it you who freed me from this Binding Iron Coffin, young man?” A pair of blood-red eyes stared at Song Jian, and the skin-stretched face cracked a disturbing smile;

“Indeed, it was I who released you. How do you plan to repay me?” Song Jian asked with a smile, his right hand gripping the Sky-breaking Sword tightly! He’d seen the name of this creature before him; it was indeed the Blood Count Xi Boyaer he had speculated;

“Blood Count Xi Boyaer, the Blood Clan, level forty-eight, Commanding-level BOSS, Vitality Points: 340000/680000; Status: Weak”

“Repay you? Indeed, since you’ve freed me, I should repay you. Let me think how to repay your lifesaving grace…” Xi Boyaer’s face showed a contemplative expression, then after a short pause, revealing the sharp fangs in his mouth, he smiled and said, “As a reward, I’ll suck your blood dry and then turn you into an immortal corpse servant. How does that sound?”

Rustle rustle~

Xi Boyaer’s body suddenly disintegrated, and hundreds of palm-sized black bats flew out from the coffin before reaggregating into a human silhouette in mid-air;

Thousand Swords Art!

Song Jian, seizing the moment, swung towards the air, and over thirty Spirit Swords flew toward Xi Boyaer, tracing fierce paths through the sky;

Seeing the word “Weakness” in Xi Boyaer’s status bar, Song Jian became very cautious. What would a member of the Blood Clan, who had been imprisoned for three hundred years, do first after regaining freedom?

Naturally, he would seek sufficient blood to restore his own strength, and currently, Song Jian was the only one who could supply him with blood.

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“Not a bad skill. In my memory, it seems I have seen such a skill before…” Facing the several flying Spirit Swords, Xi Boyaer showed no sign of panic; instead, a smile crept over his face;

Xi Boyaer reached out with his right hand, and the thick, blood-colored mist around him began to roil and converge toward his palm, soon forming a scarlet rapier within it.

Clang, clang, clang, clang~

Xi Boyaer nonchalantly waved his right hand, easily destroying all the Spirit Swords in the sky;

“How is this possible…” Song Jian, wide-eyed and dumbstruck, wouldn’t have been surprised if Xi Boyaer had used a skill similar to invincibility, but the scene before him exceeded Song Jian’s imagination;

Song Jian could clearly feel that there were no energy fluctuations when Xi Boyaer resisted the Spirit Swords. In other words, Xi Boyaer was merely using simple, ordinary attacks to completely fend off Song Jian’s recently improved Thousand Swords Art;

“I remember now!” Xi Boyaer seemed to recall something and said to Song Jian with a smile, “A thousand years ago, I encountered a human who used a skill similar to yours. However, his skill’s power was much greater than yours.”

Song Jian’s expression darkened as he fixed his gaze on Xi Boyaer and asked in a low voice, “Did you really not use any skills just now?”

“Heh, what do you think?” A contemptuous smile appeared on Xi Boyaer’s face as if he viewed the Thousand Swords Art with indifference.

Song Jian pondered, the Thousand Swords Art after the upgrade was a Legendary Level skill, how could it be easily nullified by Xi Boyaer’s ordinary attack?

Just then, a black cross hanging from Xi Boyaer’s neck suddenly burst into brilliant flame, and a piercing scream emanated from the cross;

Song Jian saw that nailed to the cross was a monstrous creature with a fierce face and bared fangs. Its body was ablaze with roaring flames, and it writhed continuously, its gruesome face showing a look of agony;

Xi Boyaer’s expression changed drastically as he cursed under his breath, “Damn it!” With that, he grabbed the cross and hurled it into the distance;

Boom!

A violent explosion shattered the cross completely, its flaming fragments fluttering in mid-air like a magnificent fireworks display;

Song Jian narrowed his eyes: “Could it be that he was able to withstand the full damage of the Thousand Swords Art because of that black cross?”

With this thought, a slight smirk appeared on Song Jian’s face as he tightened his grip on the Sky-breaking Sword;

“If you’re truly that powerful, then try to withstand my Thousand Swords Art once more!”

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