"Hmph, overestimating oneself!"
The Elf King's face changed drastically, his eyes blazing.
He shouted loudly, "Such mere vampires, dare to act presumptuously in front of me?"
"Submit quickly, and I'll spare your life!"
As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar in the audience.
Zhang Beixing heard this, but burst into laughter.
"Just you? Are you worthy to challenge me?"
The Vampire King looked disdainful, standing with hands behind his back.
As if he had no regard for the Elf Race.
"Well then, today I will be merciful."
"As long as you surrender obediently, I might consider not killing you."
The Dark Emperor's words were overwhelmingly bold.
An aura that sent shivers down the spine emanated from him.
The Elf King's face turned ashen, clenching his long sword tightly.
He never expected to be provoked like this by a vampire.
"Brazen scoundrel! I will make you die without a burial place!"
The roar was earth-shattering, sword light flashing.
