Count Johnny's eyes shone with a fierce light as he stared at the Xuanyuan Sword in Lin Mo's hand, revealing a flickering glow of greed.
"What a powerful treasure, even my Prison Blood Claw can be blocked!"
Count Johnny's two drooping arms were covered with black fur, and his ten fingers were eerily elongated, extending to blade-like thirty centimeters, with strands of strange blood energy entwined on them.
"I want all your blood and treasure."
Count Johnny opened his mouth, his ferocious face revealing two sharp fangs, tearing through the air with a thick blood fog at an extremely fast speed towards Lin Mo.
"Demon Slayer." Lin Mo grinned, drawing his sword. The azure broadsword seemed larger than his body, yet in his hand, it was as light as it appeared to fall slowly, but suddenly, it struck as fast as thunder and mist.
