"You bastard Yang Haoran, watch me swallow you!"

Ryuhara Naoro shouted loudly, the bloody knife was about to fall on Yang Haoran's head.

Yang Haoran sneered: "When it comes to swallowing essence and blood, the Soul-Eating Sword is the ancestor of your family!"

As he spoke, Yang Haoran gently raised the soul-eating sword in his hand.

The Soul-Eating Sword is much smaller than Naoro Ryūhara's Blood Knife, but it is brighter red than the Blood Knife.

A little red light and the bloody knife touched together without making any sound.

Ryuugahara Naoro felt the strength of his hand pouring out violently.

The bloody knife in his hand was like ice and snow exposed to the sun, melting and deforming rapidly.

All the blood poured into the Soul-Eating Sword.

"Ah! What the hell?"

Ryuhara Naoro was startled and quickly took back the blood knife.
Chapter completed!