Chapter 282 : A Rose Wedding 8 (2/2)

She drew her sword, a malicious smile emerging on her face. “Want to catch me? Well, that’ll depend on your own abilities. If anyone dies, they only have themselves to blame for not looking at the almanac[1] before leaving home.”

Seeing the sword appear out of thin air, everyone’s expressions changed. They had never heard of vampires using a sword as a weapon before; vampires had always used their own sharp claws as their means of attacking. And this sword in particular had appeared out of nowhere, so it shouldn’t be a normal sword.

“Mi Nai, don’t be too arrogant!” The middle-aged man roared angrily.

“Don’t like it? Then why don’t you return the favour?” Shi Sheng humphed as she charged over to the middle-aged man with her sword in hand. “So fucking talkative. Let’s offer you up to my sword first.”

The middle-aged man was infuriated. He took out a crossbow from behind him. It was very small and appeared to have been skilfully made. Even the bolt was different from a normal crossbow bolt.

It was clearly meant to be used against vampires.

Shi Sheng sunk some of her meagre reserves of spirit energy into her sword and with a wave of her hand, ripples of the powerful force swept across the ground.

What caused the onlookers to feel truly shocked was that all the grass that had been there disappeared, leaving behind only bare earth.

“Ah!” Although he wasn’t obliterated into thin air like the grass, the first person to be hit by the shockwave had both his legs cut off.

‘This power… Since when did vampires have such monstrous strength?!’

Du Jue’s men retreated but the shockwave’s reach was very wide and fast. Many didn’t even have the chance to retreat before the wave reached them, causing countless anguished wails.

Yet the area around Liang Ge remained completely untouched.

Du Jue felt shock. He had miscalculated this vampire’s strength.

‘Is this the power of a Pure Blood? As expected, it’s powerful.’

Shi Sheng was completely unaware that Du Jue had attributed the sword’s might to her own, for she was currently busy hacking at the middle-aged man.

‘Since I said I’d offer him to my sword, I gotta keep my word!’

The middle-aged man’s crossbow had been sliced in half by Shi Sheng and flung away from him. When it was swept over by another shockwave, it disintegrated into dust.

“Mi Nai, stop!”

Du Jue shouted at her in the distance, “Your previous crimes weren’t too serious—but if you kill someone, only death awaits you!”

Shi Sheng’s sword didn’t stop because of Du Jue’s words as it stabbed into the middle-aged man’s chest.

“You—” His expression was one of disbelief. ‘She really dared to kill me.’

Shi Sheng smiled as she pulled her sword out. The middle-aged man’s body was wracked with spasms as he glared hatefully at Shi Sheng, like he wanted to bore a bloody hole through her with his gaze alone. In the end though, he went slack, dying with open eyes filled with grievance.

Shi Sheng flicked the blood off her sword. She lifted her head to look at Du Jue, her red lips lightly opening, “Then I’ll just murder my way out.”

She was clearly smiling, but they couldn’t feel the slightest warmth from it; her smile was too cold.

Du Jue once again regretted. They had made a severe error in judgement—this vampire wasn’t one they could deal with right now.

‘Just who was in charge of gathering info?!’

Shi Sheng’s figure flashed, her dark blue dress tracing a graceful arc in the air as she shot towards the dispersed crowd.

Du Jue made the split second decision to retreat with his most important subordinates.

Shi Sheng had originally planned on killing Du Jue, but the latter actually sacrificed some of his own men to give him time to escape.

The people who had been pushed by Du Jue probably didn’t even know what happened even till their deaths.

Once she’d killed them all, Shi Sheng felt a bit vexed. ‘What am I supposed to do with these bodies? Cleaning up bodies is the worst…’

[1] I think this is something that lists all your lucky and unlucky days based on when you were born or something. Hence it’s usually used in the context, “can’t blame me for your own bad luck.”