Anthony watched the performance unfold before him; if this were a theatre, he would have clapped at their effort and coordination, but alas, it was not. Four colossal celestial bodies tore toward him, the sun, the planet, the moon, and the asteroid, converging from the front, back, above, and below as though to seal off every possible path of escape and ensure his complete annihilation.

Anthony did not hesitate in the slightest; how could his opponents put so much thought, effort, and coordination into their attacks, only for him to simply dodge? No, that would be disrespectful to their resolve. He had to give an adequate reply, one worthy of the scale of their assault.

He squatted on space itself, his knees dipping slightly forward as he entered a refined martial stance; his left hand rested calmly at his waist behind his back, while his right hand extended forward with poised control.

Without any further delay, his right hand rose like a blade being unsheathed, and with space-severing might, Anthony brought his hand down in a single, decisive motion.

There was no mana, no Sword Intent, no aura, no form of external energy, only pure, unadulterated physical strength and absolute might, distilled to its very essence.

Such was the pinnacle of Martial Arts.

And with that single motion, space itself split apart violently, severing outward in four distinct directions as though he had swung his hand four separate times, yet that was not the case, one attack, one motion, one expression of power, and nothing more. It was that simple, that absolute.

The sun, the moon, the planet, and the asteroid all froze instantly in their trajectories, as though time itself had paused for them; then, in the very next instant, they were all cleaved apart by an invisible spatial force.

And with that, an overwhelming surge of four different, oblivion-consuming energies detonated outward with catastrophic intensity, crumbling everything in their path with a crescendo of destruction that screamed nothing but madness and total annihilation.

The four Vampires who had launched those celestial bodies had no choice but to blur backward in a desperate attempt to escape the consequences of their own attack, but it was utterly futile. The energy waves were far too fast, too potent, too overwhelming; they swallowed the Vampires whole, erasing them from existence entirely as though they had never existed in the first place.

Under normal circumstances, they should have been able to withstand the explosion of a star due to their absurd physique and monstrous endurance, but the combined force of four distinct and amplified energies stripped away their resilience completely, leaving nothing behind.

There was no resurrection in the face of such overwhelming power.

Anthony stepped out from the chaotic storm of cascading energy waves, the life-erasing force doing absolutely nothing to disturb even a single strand of his hair as he walked out of the explosion as though he owned the very galaxy itself, his presence calm and unshaken.

His sky-blue eyes shifted downward, locking onto the remaining Vampires below as he spoke with a wide, almost playful grin on his face, "I have to say, this slice-of-life series keeps getting better and better, I should indulge in it more often."

The Vampires did not understand what he meant by "slice of life"; they simply stared at him as though he were an incomprehensible anomaly, a being beyond their understanding, silently wondering if Anthony was, in fact, a literal God walking among them. Deep down, each of them knew one undeniable truth, they would not have survived the cascading explosion of energy that he had just endured without the slightest injury.

"I must admit, the Blood Queen certainly knows how to recruit individuals who put their entire being into each attack, so come on, show me your determination like the other six before you," Anthony stated casually, as though he were the final test of existence itself, as though he stood at the absolute pinnacle of power while they merely struggled at the base.

They could not help but click their tongues in irritation, the arrogance dripping from every word Anthony spoke getting under their skin more and more with each passing second. It did not help in the slightest that he had reached such an unfathomable level of power at the mere age of twenty, a fact that only deepened their frustration and resentment. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

[Forbidden Blood Magic: Degrading Curse Blood]

One of the Vampires cast the spell immediately, but the moment the forbidden Blood Magic was activated, the Vampire violently vomited a mouthful of blood, suffering an immediate backlash simply for invoking such a dangerous and taboo magic. His blood-red eyes burned intensely as he stared at Anthony, his desire for Anthony’s death overflowing with pure hatred and malice.

The Degrading Curse Blood Forbidden Magic was a terrifying spell that degraded one’s own blood at a fundamental level before propagating both backward and forward through one’s lineage. If it succeeded, Anthony would die instantly from total blood degradation, followed by his father, Michael, then his grandfather, Collins, and eventually any remaining members of the Null family.

Anthony felt the attack make contact with him, but it was utterly useless. He possessed the Primordial Bloodline; how could such beings even hope to manipulate or degrade his blood? Furthermore, he was naturally immune to curses of such a level.

"Nice spell, let me try it out," Anthony stated casually. While others would require immense time, effort, and sacrifice to learn such forbidden magic, to Anthony, this spell was no different from the most basic technique, like a simple Mana Ball.

[Forbidden Blood Magic: Degrading Curse Blood]

His mana surged outward explosively as he cast the spell back at its original caster. However, unlike the Vampire, Anthony suffered no backlash whatsoever; his profound understanding of curses and magic far surpassed that of the original user, allowing him to execute it with flawless precision.

The Vampire froze instantly, while the others immediately vanished from his vicinity, unwilling to risk being affected by the spreading curse. The frozen Vampire’s skin shifted from pale to a sickly purple, then rapidly shriveled and mummified, reducing him to nothing more than a hollow husk of what he once was.

With that, he faced True Death.

Another Vampire seized the opportunity, closing the distance rapidly while Anthony was seemingly admiring the effects of the Forbidden Magic, attempting to capitalize on a perceived opening. But when it came to Anthony, such openings did not exist, there was no moment of vulnerability, no lapse in awareness, nothing that could be exploited.

The moment the Vampire entered striking range, he thrust his spear directly toward Anthony’s neck from behind with lethal precision. Anthony did not dodge, nor did he move; instead, he simply bent space itself to his will, causing the attack to phase harmlessly through him as though he were not even there, the Vampire’s body stumbling forward and passing through Anthony’s form.

As the Vampire came to a stop in front of him, his head snapped backward in confusion toward Anthony, who now stood behind him. But before he could react or utter a word, Anthony’s hand drove forward into his chest, his fingers closing tightly around the Vampire’s heart.

The Vampire struggled desperately, but it was entirely futile. With horrifying ease, Anthony ripped the heart out from his chest in a stomach-churning motion. Then, activating his Blood Manipulation ability, he extracted every single drop of blood from the Vampire’s body, none were spared, not even the blood within the brain.

With that, he crushed the heart effortlessly and incinerated the extracted blood into nothingness with searing orange flames. In that instant, the Vampire faced True Death.

Anthony casually tossed the lifeless body aside, showing no interest whatsoever in the corpse of a fallen enemy.