Chapter Thirteen: Taste My Steamroller Attack! (Please Add to Favorites!)

“What a thick stench of blood…”

As a member of the bloodline, Cheng Feng was acutely sensitive to the scent of vampires and fresh blood; even the faintest trace in the air could not escape his notice. Now, both odors mingled densely in the atmosphere.

“It’s not just Jiang Qian—there are other vampires nearby…”

The closer he drew to the apartment, the graver his expression became, anxiety tightening in his chest. He could only pray in silence for the safety of his father and his little sister.

If Jiang Qian dared lay a hand on his family, then from this moment on, they would be mortal enemies—locked in an endless feud.

The scent of blood was so overpowering that even Liu Shiyu, at his side and following closely, could smell it clearly. A chill began to radiate from her, signaling she was already on guard and ready for battle.

A shrill, grating laugh echoed ahead—“Heh heh heh heh!”

The road was shrouded in gloom, the atmosphere thick with menace and eerie shadows. Gradually, the silhouette of a figure wrapped in a trench coat appeared, the harsh laughter rasping from within.

Both halted, eyes fixed vigilantly on the figure before them.

Damn, that’s a classic villain’s laugh—he’d be fit for an elder’s seat in the Hall of Souls.

A gaunt man in a black trench coat stepped into view. He looked to be in his early thirties, his skin pallid with malnutrition, eye sockets sunken, eyes a bloody red, and ears pointed. In the darkness, he seemed less a man than a deathly wraith come to claim souls.

The vampire’s voice was especially grating. “So, you’re the human who received the first embrace from that traitor… I’ve been waiting here for the two of you for quite some time!”

“Be careful. He’s a vampire,” Liu Shiyu warned. The reek of blood from the man’s coat was overwhelming—no doubt he’d fed on many victims.

Cheng Feng frowned. The moment the man appeared, his own half-vampire senses screamed danger. Never before had he felt such crushing, oppressive force—it was as if every instinct within him urged: Run!

Of course, he had no intention of fleeing. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he asked, “You say ‘traitor’? You’re a vampire too—so Jiang Qian isn’t your ally?”

The black-coated man bared his teeth in a grotesque smile, the sound of his laughter grating on the nerves.

“Ally? You mean Elena? Heh heh heh heh! The moment she betrayed the monarch and left Brown Castle, every vampire has considered her a traitor.”

Elena?

Cheng Feng glanced at the girl beside him in confusion. Liu Shiyu quickly explained, “That’s Jiang Qian’s vampire name. ‘Jiang Qian’ is just the alias she uses among humans.”

“I see.”

Cheng Feng understood now. He could sense the faint trace of Jiang Qian’s aura near his home, and he feared the female vampire might harm his father or sister. He needed to know her current state.

He looked to the trench-coated man and asked, “Where is Elena now? What happened to her?”

“Worried about your master? Don’t be. I just killed the traitor a moment ago.”

The man lifted his slender hand, five razor-sharp nails still dripping with fresh blood. With a cruel smile, he added, “Don’t be sad. I’ll let you join her soon. I came here specifically to intercept you—to rid the world of your kind of bloodline scum!”

“Jiang Qian is dead?”

Cheng Feng hadn’t expected this outcome. He had no fondness for Jiang Qian—she was an enemy, after all—so his reaction was pure shock.

Just days before, she had been the monster who brutally killed his predecessor, earning herself a place as his sworn foe. And yet, just like that, she had died so suddenly and mysteriously…

No, something was wrong.

He quickly dismissed the idea. He could still sense the faint pulse of Jiang Qian’s aura near his home. The female vampire was likely still alive—badly wounded, desperately in need of blood. There was a very real chance she would try to feed on his family.

Sensing what troubled him, Liu Shiyu spoke up. “Circle around and take the side streets home—check on your family. Leave this vampire to me.”

“Oh? How bold, little lady. Very well, I’ll consider you a midnight snack tonight.”

The man’s greedy gaze fixed on her like a predator eyeing its prey, his lips curling back to reveal bloodstained fangs.

“Can you handle him alone?” Cheng Feng asked in concern.

Liu Shiyu offered no reply. Instead, she advanced toward the vampire, an icy blue radiance gathering in her hand, coalescing into a long, crystalline blade of frost and snow.

—The Spirit Blade, Frost Moon!

It was only the second time Cheng Feng had seen this weapon.

After awakening, Liu Shiyu had developed supernatural powers over ice, capable of conjuring and controlling frost at a gesture. This blade, forged from pure crystalline cold, seemed made for her alone.

The man in black licked the blood from his nails with indifference, stepping forward as he spoke.

“So, the little beauty moves toward me instead of fleeing? Not running, but coming to deliver yourself to death’s door?”

“If I don’t get close, how am I supposed to knock you flat?” Her voice was cold, yet the moment the words fell, it was as if a switch within her had been thrown.

Her jet-black eyes burst into brilliant blue, shifting from obsidian to sapphire as a tremendous aura erupted from her slender frame.

Secret Technique—Spirit Power Release!

This was a move only demon hunters of the Elite rank could wield. By fully unshackling their supernatural energies, their combat strength increased severalfold, elevating all their attributes—strength, speed, senses, reflexes, and explosive power—for more than ten minutes.

If one were to compare, it was like a Saiyan transforming into Super Saiyan, or a Soul Reaper unleashing Bankai.

The vampire’s smug smile faded, replaced by grim seriousness. “You… you’re an elite demon hunter!”

Seeing that Liu Shiyu had gained the upper hand, Cheng Feng felt reassured enough to slip away, darting into a nearby alley and circling back toward home.

The vampire’s gaze briefly flicked to the alley but he made no move to pursue. His attention snapped back to Liu Shiyu—she was the true threat.

Even at a distance, he could feel the deadly chill radiating from her body. Her mastery over ice was terrifying.

He couldn’t go after Cheng Feng without eliminating her first.

His mission tonight was to kill the traitor Elena and capture her first embrace. Elena had just been slain by his hand; Cheng Feng was the only target left. Failure was not an option—returning empty-handed meant certain death.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a massive road roller parked beside a half-built structure. A wicked grin split his face.

Sensing danger, Liu Shiyu tried to strike first, but she was too late.

The vampire flashed to the machine, grasped the rear bumper with both hands, muscles bulging and veins standing out. The ten-ton behemoth rose high above his head.

He aimed it at Liu Shiyu and hurled the massive vehicle straight toward her.

“Take my road roller!”

With a roar and a howl of wind, the massive machine hurtled toward her like a rampaging beast, growing larger and larger in Liu Shiyu’s ice-blue eyes.

Her gaze remained calm as still water. In the next instant, she raised her spirit blade. Torrents of icy energy surged and gathered, and with a mighty swing she unleashed a devastating slash.