Chapter 512 - Chapter 512: Chapter 480 Illusion Night Dreams (2/2)

Extraordinary exponents at the lower Transmutation Level, a presence unapproachable in the eyes of ordinary people…

Moter had instantly judged the opponent’s strength. Within the Fischer family and the Dawn Church, there were hundreds of extraordinary exponents that had reached this level of power.

“Who are you?” the club boss asked in a deep voice, filled with threat, but before he finished, the scene before him made his pupils contract sharply.

Without moving his body, Moter merely flicked his right hand lightly, and a dazzlingly beautiful silver sword was drawn from its sheath as if pulled by an invisible force, tracing a brilliant silver arc through the air.

The tip of the sword described a perfect curve in the air, moving with a speed and accuracy that nearly defied the laws of physics, aiming directly at the club boss’s vital points.

“Swoosh!”

This was not just a strike but an artful display; Moter’s swordsmanship was breathtakingly skillful.

“You!”

The club boss’s eyes shifted rapidly from initial disdain to panic. He tried to dodge, but all his struggles were futile before the silver sword.

With a slight tremble in mid-air, the sword tip steadied itself just a few millimeters from his throat, a chilling aura paralyzing him, rendering him completely immobile.

“You, you…” The club boss’s voice trembled, his usual imposing presence swept away, replaced by profound awe at the unknown power.

He was not very clear on just how strong the opponent’s power of Bloodline was, but he was certain it was far stronger than his own.

The blue-haired young man curled up the corners of his mouth beneath the mask into a faint smile. His voice was calm and powerful, “Remember, no matter how powerful you are, there is always light that pierces through darkness. Today is your day of reckoning.”

With these words, the young man slowly withdrew the silver sword. Throughout the process, he did not hesitate or falter; everything was under his control.

Now, the club boss could only sit powerlessly on the ground, his eyes full of despair and resentment.

Moter’s expression remained calm as he continued, “Tell me, the puppet master behind the scenes… the organization using the club auction to earn money, Blood Moon, tell me all their information!”

Upon hearing “Blood Moon,” the club owner’s expression instantly changed. He ground his teeth and repeatedly shook his head, “I, I can’t tell… Those people will kill me, and they’ll kill all my family members too!”

“Just kill me!”

At that moment, inside the club, an unprecedented transformation quietly unfolded.

“This is the final showstopper of the auction, a flower from a mysterious forbidden land, likely a high-level Extraordinary material!”

The space, previously bustling and lively, suddenly found itself enveloped by an eerie and unsettling atmosphere. All eyes were involuntarily drawn to the center stage—there, a previously unseen flower of blood-red color slowly bloomed under everyone’s gaze.

The petals of this flower, as if drenched in fresh blood, possessed a deep and bizarre hue, emitting an indescribable charm coupled with a hint of indefinable danger.

As it unfolded, a blood-red enchanting mist rose slowly from the heart of the flower, spreading quietly like the morning fog, rapidly filling the entire club.

Initially, the guests were merely curiously sniffing this unusual scent; some even showed expressions of ecstasy, but quickly, the mist’s magical power seeped through everyone’s pores, infiltrating their inner consciousness, awakening the wildness and madness lurking at the bottom of their hearts!

Their gazes grew hazy, their mouths twisted into ghastly smiles, their bodies uncontrollably shaking. Soon, a primitive, instinctive urge took over their minds, and the guests began attacking each other, each becoming mortal enemies with the others. Fists flew, furniture was hurled around, and screams and roars intertwined. The club instantly turned into a chaotic battlefield.

Friends turned against each other with animosity, and strangers were ruthlessly violent. Those who had once been graceful gentlemen and elegant, dignified ladies now turned into furious beasts. Their eyes were filled only with the intent to kill and destroy.

The blood-red mist acted as a catalyst, utterly igniting the darkest, most barbaric aspects of human nature!

“What in the world is happening?”

“God!”

In the chaos, only a few who held their breath remained alert, watching the unfolding horror around them, attempting to escape this terrible hell, but the exits were blocked by the frenzied crowd!

And that blood-red flower continued to bloom quietly in the center of the stage, seemingly the chief culprit of all this chaos, yet appearing merely as an indifferent observer.

Bathed in the glow of the blood-red mist, its petals appeared even more enchanting and sinister.