The Blood Clan let out a groan, which was simply astonishing to behold.
A Baron, with crimson wings that could block bullets, was killed with just an offhand flick by someone.
Long Fei scoffed, "You are no match for us, let your Duke come out and speak."
His voice was not loud, but it resonated in all directions.
The lower-ranking Barons and Blood Servants of the Blood Clan were all terrified.
In the sky, a golden light sparkled.
A middle-aged man in a suit landed from the air, exuding a powerful aura that made the Blood Clan below retreat.
The Blood Clan Duke, Mudan Brukh.
A legendary existence on the North American Continent.
Almost all of the Blood Clan in North America were his offshoots.
Long Fei and Chu Feng narrowed their eyes, having confronted two Marquises before; they had never felt the aura of a Duke as they did now.
The difference of one rank for the vampires was like the difference between heaven and earth.
