Zhao Xiaokui raised her eyes.
All around was darkness, with only a beam of white light falling on her.
Her amber-colored eyes, illuminated by the light, were as clear as a spring.
She seemed to have chuckled lightly, then lowered her gaze. With slender fingers gripping the microphone, her melodious and graceful singing voice began to echo.
Lin Bai and Gou Rixin, as the song started, immediately put on their headphones.
Despite the piercing noise, the two remained calm and undisturbed.
“Over here.”
The two assigned tasks and moved separately.
The large sofa prepared by the organizers for the guests suddenly felt as soft as a bunch of cotton, making people involuntarily sink into it.
One after another, people slowly closed their eyes and leaned back on the sofa. As they fell into a deep sleep, a gentle smile lingered on their lips.
It seemed as if they had entered a beautiful dream.
Outside the cruise ship, military vessels docked. Dark figures, tiptoeing like cats, silently ascended the deck.
Before the staff could react, they had their mouths and noses covered, and under the anesthesia released from the gloves, they immediately fell into unconsciousness.
The singing continued.
Zhu Wei pressed his headphones and warned, “Until you receive permission, you are absolutely not allowed to take off your headphones.”
Zhao Xiaokui’s singing voice was indeed a weapon beyond imagination.
Unfortunately, the impact range was indiscriminate. Once the ultimate skill was activated, regardless of friend or foe, as long as within the affected area, no one could escape the fate of losing blood.
At this moment, the waitstaff or security personnel patrolling outside were almost all extraordinary individuals. If it weren’t for Zhao Xiaokui’s singing as assistance, they wouldn’t have been easily subdued.
Finally, people in the banquet hall also began to notice that something was amiss.
The first to notice was a witch wearing a hood, hiding her face beneath the fabric.
In an era where extraordinary civilizations were severed, becoming a qualified witch required exceptional talent. In terms of predicting crises, this witch ranked second among those she knew, admitting that someone else held the top position.
Before attending the banquet, a slight unease lingered in her heart, but this mild discomfort wasn’t enough to dissuade her from attending.
After all, the vast land of Huaxia held numerous treasures unearthed from its extensive soil. If one wasn’t willing to take such risks, they were destined to miss out on what they desired. Sacrifices were inevitable on the extraordinary path.
When the singing began, she realized that the singer at the center of the stage had the legendary bloodline of a mermaid.
In the singer’s voice, she felt the soothing of tormented souls. The roars, cries, and maddening whispers she often heard gradually faded away. If it weren’t for knowing that the value of this singer might exceed her imagination, risking bankruptcy, she would have wanted to snatch the singer and make her a personal spiritual comforter.
But when the singing was halfway through, she suddenly realized that her nerves seemed too relaxed.
No eerie whispers and the soul felt comfortably immersed as if soaked in warm water. The pain that used to linger on her vanished, and she became like an ordinary person…
Like an ordinary person.
That was what alarmed her.
The witch had long been accustomed to the idea that power always accompanied pain. Although the two were incomparable, in her mind, these two things were almost synonymous.
The disappearance of pain equaled the disappearance of power.
The second person to sense that something was amiss was a man sitting among the vampires.
His hair was jet black, and his eyes were also black, deep like the feathers of a crow. His skin, however, was pale as if a clean, faded white rose. When he made eye contact with Zhao Xiaokui, he gently raised the wine glass in his hand. His posture was casual and natural as if he completely ignored the current crisis.
Zhao Xiaokui looked at him.
The young man and woman stared at each other, one tall and elegant, the other handsome and noble as if countless emotions were flowing between their eyes.
“Bang!”
A loud collision startled the Nightwalkers who were investigating around. They instinctively stopped their actions and turned their heads toward the direction of the sound.
What happened?
“Everyone on the deck, step back!”
Two figures suddenly crashed out from the middle hall of the cruise ship and landed straight on the deck.
Zhao Xiaokui had already torn her gown, wearing black shorts and a black tank top. Her hair was tied back with a fork. She knelt on one knee, gently lifting her head and spitting out a strand of stray hair inadvertently held in her mouth.
On the opposite side was the Vampire Count, also with his attire torn, a third-tier supernatural being.
Or perhaps, a resurrected follower of the Dark God.
“I sense an ancient aura on you, my dear. You don’t have to oppose me. You know, as long as we join forces…”
“Too much nonsense.”
Zhao Xiaokui’s hand swung to her side, sharp nails extending.
She rushed forward, engaging in a fierce battle with the resurrected follower.
Since the appearance of the resurrected, she knew that there was no possibility of a peaceful resolution between her and this cruise ship.
She had to protect and maintain the order of this world, and the resurrected was like a virus code disrupting the system. When the two met, there was no possibility of peaceful coexistence.
Unfortunately, the opposition seemed to think she was one of them, constantly trying to persuade Zhao Xiaokui to switch sides and join them.
Zhao Xiaokui thought she was foolish to engage with these people.
The greatest advantage of vampires lies in their speed, a point Zhao Xiaokui had witnessed upon her return from the mermaid world.
Today’s Vampire Count deepened her experience in this aspect.
While her speed was not slow, the Vampire Count of the same tier exhibited a noticeably faster pace.
He moved like a streak of light, leaving only a long string of shadows visible to ordinary people as if a movie had momentarily frozen.
Even experts like Zhu Wei, at the third tier, could only capture a vanishing figure. Once he put himself in Zhao Xiaokui’s shoes, he had to sadly admit that, without external aids, confronting this vampire head-on would likely lead to his demise.
Is the third-tier Vampire Count really this formidable?
You’re overthinking it.
If Zhao Xiaokui knew what he was thinking, she would surely sigh in response.
The resurrected was like someone who, at the peak of their senior year, went back to elementary school. Returning with the best possible condition, aiming to climb to the top again was only a matter of time. Before that, every step he took in climbing was more effortless than those of someone setting out for the first time.
Similarly, his combat experience had become much richer than that of an ordinary person.
Zhao Xiaokui’s speed was not slow.
Being a mermaid, she was not only a singer but also a natural melee warrior.
Absorbing the knowledge transmitted by the mermaid statue, erasing the ill-intentions left by the other party, the experiences and knowledge passed down in her bloodline remained.
Many times, Zhao Xiaokui’s movements were quicker than her conscious mind.
She didn’t even have time to calculate how long she had been fighting with the Vampire Count.
Vampires are known for their high endurance among supernatural races, but Zhao Xiaokui—
This was at sea, the vast sea, her home turf!
Endless water elements surged into her body; it felt like the entire world resonated with her. There was immense pressure accompanying every move she made.
Zhu Wei had to shout, “Leave the cruise ship, fight on the sea!”
If they continued, the ship would collapse!
Zhao Xiaokui’s eyes had already turned into a deep golden color. She and the vampire separated, only to quickly clash again.
Hearing Zhu Wei’s voice, without hesitation, she grabbed the vampire’s arm and threw him fiercely towards the sea.
Vampires can momentarily hover or even fly.
And on the sea, Zhao Xiaokui possessed a similar ability.
However, unlike vampires directly hovering in the air, she had a massive water column beneath her feet.
Numerous water columns surged out of the water one after another. Each one seemed precisely calculated, perfectly landing under Zhao Xiaokui’s feet, providing support.
“Holy crap… it feels like watching a movie.”
The current battle scene was no less spectacular than those in sci-fi blockbusters.
The auction hall was opened, and restraint collars were clasped around their necks.
Shen Zhifei met eyes with Bai Jingru and the members of the Night Watcher. Not seeing Zhao Xiaokui, Shen Zhifei couldn’t help but ask, “Where’s Xiaokui?”
The Night Watcher with a mask muttered, “Comrade Zhao is dealing with that third-tier vampire.”
Shen Zhifei hurriedly ran out.
Bai Jingru closely followed behind her, also rushing outside.
As they reached the door, a scene suddenly flashed in Shen Zhifei’s mind.
She abruptly turned around, pulled out the wooden crossbow at her waist, aimed at a corner in the darkness, and pulled the trigger.
With a bang, a figure suddenly fell. The Night Watcher next to him quickly turned around and pressed the person to the ground.
Someone whispered, “Thanks.”
Shen Zhifei didn’t bother to listen. She had just unexpectedly predicted that a low-tier supernatural being had escaped the hypnotic effects of Zhao Xiaokui’s singing. Her body acted instinctively, turning around to deal with this small problem.
She ran to the edge of the balcony, leaning forward, watching the scene not far away.
In the moonlight, every collision between Zhao Xiaokui and the vampire was accompanied by a tremendous sound and splashes of water.
She could see that on the vampire’s body, there was a strong black mist churning, steaming, like a beast bound within the body, ready to burst out.
Her heart rose to her throat.
Bai Jingru also watched the scene in front of her, feeling an unparalleled shock.
There was an emotion churning in her chest. In the face of such a magnificent and mysterious world, the darkness she had experienced and the pain she had suffered seemed insignificant.
Great forces collided.
Her eyes became brighter and brighter.
The metal railing gradually changed shape under her hands.
At this moment, a staggering figure suddenly rushed out from the nearby building. Seeing the two ladies standing at the railing, the man who had narrowly escaped the Night Watchers’ capture revealed a sinister smile on his face.
He lunged towards Bai Jingru.
The Night Watcher chasing behind him had just raised the wooden crossbow when Bai Jingru swiftly overturned the man on the ground. Her delicate and fair fingers tightly gripped his neck, directly choking a big man to turn red, eyes bulging, unable to catch his breath.
The onlooking Night Watchers were slightly shocked by this scene.
They knew that Bai Jingru was a friend of Zhao Xiaokui, but wasn’t she supposed to be an ordinary person according to the information?
Now, an ordinary person was so powerful that she could easily overturn a supernatural being?
Or was the man just too weak?
Bai Jingru didn’t focus too much on the assailant. After handing him over to the Night Watchers, she turned her gaze back to the distant sea.
At this moment, Zhao Xiaokui had a firm grip on the vampire’s neck—just like herself.
She bent down, carrying an immense force, and rushed towards the vast sea.
The tremendous impact even caused a depression in the sea surface.
After a moment, the seawater surged towards the center as if delayed.
The Vampire Count widened his eyes.
He no longer had the elegance and beauty from ten minutes ago. His hair was disheveled, his face covered in wounds, and his clothes were in tatters.
In his black eyes, a hand with sharp claws reached toward his brain.
After a moment, a pitch-black shadow was pulled out from his brain, accompanied by a sharp and piercing scream.
“I won’t let you off—”
Zhao Xiaokui whispered, “You don’t have a chance.”
The 918th rule of the Doctrine of Fate—
Supernatural Independence.
That is, only one supernormal being can exist in the same world.
The appearance of a resurrected being means that all other attempts are null and void.
With the death of the resurrected being, any hope of re-entering this world…
Dream on!
