125: Chapter 125 The Devil's Waltz

Dracula flapped his wings violently, whipping up a storm of blood and gore. His massive body, like an out-of-control steamroller, crashed toward Qin Ming.

Ten sharp claws, like steel blades, aimed straight for Qin Ming's head.

Qin Ming gave a cold snort.

He didn't retreat; instead, he gripped the Greatsword of Holy Law in a reverse hold.

Liquid light elements within his body surged frantically into the blade.

"Buzz—"

The two-meter-long greatsword erupted with blinding golden flames, the air around the blade distorted to the extreme by the intense heat.

Facing Dracula's pounce, Qin Ming held the sword with both hands and swung it upward with a violent surge!

“BOOM!!!”

The extreme holy light energy and the berserk dark magic collided fiercely in mid-air.

The entire hall's floor collapsed instantly.

A massive shockwave, carrying rubble and bone ash, rippled outward in a ring. Dense smoke instantly filled the entire field of vision.

The stone slabs beneath Qin Ming's feet cracked inch by inch, but his hands holding the sword remained as steady as Mount Tai.

Just then.

The pressure in front of him suddenly vanished.

Dracula's massive physical body actually dissipated instantly within the smoke.

It transformed into a thick, inseparable crimson blood mist.

Blood Mist Etherealization.

In this state, all purely physical attacks would pass right through him, completely ineffective.

But Qin Ming's physical attacks were never simple.

“Swish—Getsuga Tensho!”

Qin Ming violently swung the Greatsword of Law in his hand.

A ten-meter-long, pure gold crescent-shaped sword qi tore through the dust and slashed fiercely into the rolling blood mist.

“Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!”

A harsh sound, like hot oil hitting a fire, came from the blood mist along with Dracula's suppressed groan.

The holy attribute was the absolute nemesis of all foul and evil things in this world.

Two pairs of pure white light wings burst open behind Qin Ming's back.

With a flap of his wings, he glided back over a dozen meters, creating distance.

The blood mist in front of him churned even more violently.

“You think... you're the only one who can use a sword?”

A raspy voice came from deep within the blood mist.

The blood that had been partially evaporated rapidly contracted and solidified in mid-air.

Finally, it transformed into an ancient-looking blood longsword, its blade engraved with Crusader emblems.

The blood mist receded, and Dracula reformed into a solid entity.

He held the blood sword with one hand, and his entire aura underwent a drastic change.

It was no longer the savagery of relying on physical dominance, but a battle-hardened, iron-blooded killing intent.

He was once the Holy Roman Empire's top Templar Knight, a war machine that had fought through mountains of corpses and seas of blood for the Cross.

Dracula pushed off the ground, his figure turning into an afterimage.

He closed in on Qin Ming in an instant!

“Clang!”

The ear-piercing ring of metal echoed through the hall.

Dracula's blood sword thrust with precise, tricky aim toward Qin Ming's throat.

Qin Ming raised the Greatsword of Law vertically, barely parrying the strike.

Immediately following was a storm-like rapid offensive.

Dracula's swordsmanship was extremely fast, ruthless, and accurate.

Every move targeted Qin Ming's vitals—slashing, thrusting, lifting, and parrying—the movements were as smooth as flowing water, without any redundant flourishes.

“Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!”

Two figures crossed paths frantically amidst the ruins of the hall. Golden sword light and crimson sword shadows wove together into a web of death.

As Qin Ming parried, he secretly assessed the situation.

He truly was an elite from the era of the Crusades.

In a pure contest of cold weapon combat skills, this four-hundred-year-old monster was indeed a notch above him.

In the split second Qin Ming was distracted by his thoughts.

A flash of cruel ecstasy crossed Dracula's eyes.

This opening was exactly what he had been waiting for!

The blood sword in Dracula's hand suddenly swung down with immense force.

Qin Ming raised the Greatsword of Law while his Angel Wings folded forward to block the heavy blow.

Using the recoil, Qin Ming spun around with an incredibly sharp horizontal sweep.

The golden blade sliced through the air, heading straight for Dracula's waist.

But a sinister grin curled at the corners of Dracula's mouth.

He neither dodged nor blocked.

The moment the blade was about to touch his body, his lower half turned into crimson blood mist once again.

He would rather endure the burning of the holy light to complete this finishing blow!

The Greatsword of Law passed through the blood mist without resistance, stirring up a large amount of evaporated black smoke.

Meanwhile, Dracula's upper body, using the momentum of his charge, broke through Qin Ming's defensive circle.

The blood longsword engraved with the Crusader emblem thrust with unerring precision toward Qin Ming's heart!

“It's over, child.”

A bloodthirsty light flickered in Dracula's crimson eyes.

But when the sword tip was less than five centimeters from Qin Ming's chest.

On Qin Ming's face, there was no fear, no panic.

Instead, there was even a hint of pity, as if looking at a fool.

“Do you understand what Materialist Cultivation is?” Qin Ming spoke softly.

Dracula's pupils shrank violently.

Unbeknownst to him, a black smartphone had emerged from the Grid Space above Dracula.

The phone tumbled in mid-air.

The screen lit up, emitting a faint blue light.

Just as Dracula's blood sword was about to pierce Qin Ming's heart—the very microsecond he had just dissipated part of the blood mist and reconsolidated his entire physical body to exert force!

Qin Ming issued a command.

“Larry, get to work.”

The moment the command was given.

Larry, the evil spirit subordinate who resided in electronic devices and possessed the ability to travel across them, immediately activated his power!

“Swish!”

Qin Ming's body actually vanished into thin air!

Dracula's sure-kill strike plunged fiercely into empty air.

The massive momentum caused him to stumble forward uncontrollably for half a step.

Before he could steady himself.

From directly above his head came a desperate, highly compressed hum of holy light.

Qin Ming was now hovering at the position where the phone had just been thrown.

This wasn't magic at all.

It was a dimensionality-reducing combo strike, using the electronic evil spirit's screen-traversal ability paired with the Grid Space's item positioning!

At this moment, the Greatsword of Law in Qin Ming's right hand had dissipated.

In its place.

Was a highly compressed, high-speed rotating spiral sphere of pure golden holy light!

“Go to hell and find your wife.”

Qin Ming looked down from above, his right fist carrying that holy light spiral toward Dracula's crown, which had just solidified.

A heavy hammer blow, like a falling meteor, crashed down!

“NO!!!”

“BOOM————!!!”

The deafening explosion blew off the remaining dome of the hall.

A small golden mushroom cloud rose from the center of the ruins.

A massive crater seven or eight meters deep was smashed into the hard bluestone ground. The terrifying heat instantly vitrified the surrounding rocks into glass.

The dust settled.

At the bottom of the crater, Dracula's proud transformed state had completely collapsed.

Under the high-temperature burning of the holy light spiral, he couldn't maintain his human form at all.

With a muffled "thump."

Dracula suddenly exploded, turning into thousands of red-eyed black bats.

Braving the residual power of the holy light, they fled desperately in all directions.

(Imagine, on a gloomy night, you finally find a place to stay and are about to take off your heavy armor, put down your weapons, and enjoy a moment of peace in a roadside dry latrine, only for the wooden boards under your feet to suddenly turn into slimy flesh...)