70: Try killing me if you dare.

Victor, who was above, had his expression of impending rage instantly replaced by astonishment; his eyeballs almost popped out of his sunken eye sockets.

He did not understand why a Vampire would dare to use a quick-draw against him the moment they met.

Could this be some new way of saying hello?

That was why Victor didn't react immediately to the person in front of him suddenly opening fire.

Fortunately, his reflexes were still quick enough; with a sway of his feet, he quite easily dodged the ten fatal silver bullets.

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If it were an ordinary Vampire, a single bullet would likely have been enough to blast them to pieces.

"As expected."

Locke sighed and put away his revolver after firing the bullets and testing the waters.

Because the scene just now had confirmed to him that using a gun would not work against Victor.

At this current level, firearms and bullets would likely no longer have any effect.

Unless he could get his hands on a gun with supernatural power, this revolver would likely be difficult to use again.

"Such audacity. Whose subordinate are you, and who gave you permission to come here?"

Victor stood in the shadows, his expression fluctuating. Looking at Locke's somewhat pale face, he confirmed that the other party was a Vampire.

However, Locke's inhuman firing speed had clearly shocked him, so he suppressed his anger and did not immediately lash out.

Instead, he intended to put on the airs of an Elder and figure out the situation before taking action:

"And who gave you the guts to actually fire at me? Do you not know who I am?"

"You don't recognize me? Didn't you invite me here?"

A savage grin tugged at the corners of Locke's mouth. His expression was like that of a leopard spotting its prey—somewhat excited and somewhat greedy.

The strength Victor had just displayed was slightly stronger than Kraven's, but not by much.

Logically, it should be enough to become a supernatural polymer, which meant he could cultivate another supernatural bat.

Victor wore a look of disdain on his face as he spoke, staring intently at his face,

"Ridiculous. I am an Elder of the Vampire Clan, a figure who has lived for several centuries. What kind of character are you to deserve an invitation from me?"

"Victor, you really are forgetful. Something that just happened, could you have already forgotten it?"

Locke still had a wicked smile on his face, asking the question even though he knew the answer.

Because he thought about how Victor had deceived Selene for centuries, he wanted to toy with him before killing him.

Such a person did not deserve his respect.

For trash like this, Locke prepared to first trample the other party's dignity as an Elder into the dirt before taking his life; that kind of death was the greatest punishment for such a person.

"Just now?" Victor suppressed the anger in his heart and frowned in thought.

After recalling the matters he had previously entrusted to Kraven and Serena, and combining that with Locke's delicate and young face, he instantly realized what was going on.

Then, the seriousness on his face immediately turned into a sneer, and he looked at Locke sinisterly and said:

"Hahaha, so it's you, kid. I didn't expect you to actually dare to deliver yourself to my doorstep. You truly have courage; I'm almost impressed."

"You remembered, huh? I thought you had forgotten."

Locke rubbed his nose and said calmly: "Aren't you curious about how I found your secret chamber?"

"Hmph, those two pieces of trash, to actually let a rookie Vampire like you run loose."

Victor muttered a curse at Serena and Kraven, then continued:

"But it doesn't matter. Although I don't know where you got the map, the moment you stepped into this secret chamber, your life no longer belonged to you."

"You can curse that piece of trash Kraven, but please don't insult Serena, okay."

Locke completely ignored the threatening words in the latter half of the sentence, instead feeling somewhat dissatisfied about the other party insulting his woman.

"So it turns out Serena defected." Victor bared a pair of fangs and said viciously:

"Hehehe, but don't worry. Since she dared to betray me, after I kill you, I will go find her. When that time comes, I will burn her to death under the sun in the most cruel way..."

"Betrayal? That's not it at all. You were always her enemy; how can this be considered betrayal?"

Locke slowly drew his longsword and walked step by step toward Victor, his expression calm, without the slightest hint of fear.

"How do you know about this!" Hearing this, Victor's voice instantly turned cold.

"Ridiculous. Since you dared to do it, are you afraid of people knowing?"

"Hmph! Noisy."

Victor also drew the noble longsword from his waist and took a stance.

"Although I don't know how you kid found out about this, as long as I kill you, there will be no future worries."

"Want to kill me? Try it."

"Hmph, posturing."

Victor did not believe that someone as young as Locke could have much strength, so he scoffed at his words.

Although Locke was walking toward Victor, he did not intend to strike first, instead placing part of his attention on the mysterious creature that might be hiding in the shadows.

Victor did not put much pressure on him; to him, the unseen danger was what needed to be guarded against the most.

Mainly, he was afraid that if he fully committed himself to the battle with Victor later, he might be ambushed by that thing.

This was something he absolutely could not accept.

There is a saying: scars on the back are a swordsman's shame.

Victor, seeing that Locke was actually looking around with wandering eyes while facing him, as if he didn't take him seriously at all,

felt his dignity as a strong person had been insulted, and he was quite furious:

"Kid, you dare to be distracted while fighting me? I think you're just complaining that the road to hell is too slow, aren't you?"

Faced with his impotent rage, Locke completely ignored him, only glancing at him from the corner of his eye,

while most of his other energy was focused on the mysterious creature that might rush out from anywhere.

Although he had previously seen Victor talking to himself, as if he were conversing with that mysterious creature,

this secret chamber was quite large, and for the moment, he hadn't discovered where that ghost of a thing was hiding.

Victor, brandishing his sword, rushed toward him fiercely after speaking, sneering repeatedly in his heart:

"Truly, the ignorant are fearless. But that's fine, it saves me from having to go out and look for you. Die!"

The distance between the two was only about ten meters.

Victor, in a full sprint, took less than a second to arrive in front of Locke.

He twisted his waist, driving his right arm to swing out; the silver longsword traced an arc, heading straight for Locke's snow-white, slender neck.