"Stupid Easterner!"
Roderic Locke's face darkened as he watched Evan Lin's movements. That pale, almost sickly face now carried an even more unsettling, eerie gleam.
He opened his mouth slightly, and in the blink of an eye, lunged straight at Evan Lin.
"I'll make you understand the consequences of arrogance—and what happens when you disrespect the great Lord Roderic Locke!"
"The honor of our Blood Clan will not be tarnished by a lowly Easterner like you!"
Roderic Locke's voice was chilling, but there was an excitement he couldn't hide.
The closer he got, the more he could sense the energy fluctuations coming from the Nourishing Spirit Pill in Evan's hand.
That energy felt powerful—it made his heart race.
He was determined to get it, no matter what!
"Careful!"
Faye Zheng cried out in alarm, her face suddenly turning pale.
Roderic Locke looked truly uncanny, and combined with his Blood Clan identity, he was unsettling no matter how you looked at him.
Old Master Zheng and Old Madam Mary Zheng were beside themselves with worry, but there was nothing they could do.
"Kill him!"
Liana Zheng shouted loudly from the side, her face twisted and vicious—totally unlike any proper Zheng family lady.
She clenched her fists, and at the corner of her mouth, tiny fangs were visible—she had clearly been assimilated by Blood Clan power.
But compared to the others, Liana Zheng's strength was insignificant.
In the next instant, Roderic Locke appeared before Evan Lin. He didn't throw a punch—his pale hand shot straight for Evan's heart.
His five fingers formed a claw, fingertips sharp as knives and glowing red—like streaks of crimson lightning. In no time, his fingertips were less than three centimeters from Evan's heart.
"Lowly Easterner!"