Lysandra stood in front of Damon, her gaze cold.

Surrounding her, the other court members all had a similar look on their faces, a look of utter contempt and disgust. One man, a particularly handsome fella stepped forward.

"What taboo skill are you using? Are you planning to sacrifice the entire clan? You do not deserve to be an heir. You are no King. You are a coward. The only thing that you have a right to is death. You will die right here and now!"

A powerful aura surged around the handsome guy. He looked like how a perfect noble vampire should look, royal and poised. Damon's face twitched at the sight of the righteous bastard. He activated another poison burst.

Surprisingly, it did not affect the group. A green aura flickered, and the aura was strong enough to block his poisonous miasma. "Interesting." Damon grinned.

He stood up while still continuing to absorb blood from the rest of the mayhem. Vampires were still bleeding out and dying in other parts of the castle and the city. A powerful aura surged around him as well but the next second, he quietly disappeared.

Lysandra, the handsome vampire, and all the other members of the court were completely dumbstruck. Everyone had expected Damon to fight back, and none of them had actually thought that he would run.

For godsake! There were B ranks at their doorstep! What was even the point of running?

"Moonade! Trace him! Now! We need to find that bastard and kill him, no matter what! Only then would the throne open up and accept an heir outside of the royal lineage. That wastrel needs to die right now. Otherwise, our priceless treasure would be out of our hands."

Lysandra immediately remarked. "You seem to care more about the ancestor's blood than our clan members."

The handsome vampire's face changed, but he did not bother responding to her. The time for maintaining images was long gone, and right now, his only focus was to kill that damned good for nothing.

"There! He is in the terrace!"

The group instantly arrived at the terrace, shocking Damon. "How the hell did you guys sniff me out so soon?"

This time, Damon did not simply rely on poisonous miasma. He sent out blood needles, each needle bursting with compressed wind energy, powerful enough to be mini missiles. The green barrier around the group shuddered as millions of tiny power-packed needles bombarded it from all directions, filling the entire terrace with a deafening series of impacts.

The barrier flickered violently.

Shockwaves rolled outward with every strike, cracking tiles and tearing apart marble railings. Fragments of stone were blasted across the courtyard below. Damon did not wait to watch the aftermath as he once again disappeared.

"He is running again!"

"Impossible! How could the wastrel be this strong?"

"He has been hiding his real strength all this time!"

A game of chase and catch started, and the handsome vampire did not seem too pleased with it. His handsome face trembled with anger, and he finally made the decision to go all out. He retrieved a vial of blood from his ring.

He opened the vial, and the next second, a huge blood avatar appeared after consuming the blood. Damon could immediately sense the presence of a B rank.

"Fuck! This bitch was hiding such a strong attack all this time?" Damon couldn't believe it. "It looks like I am running out of time." He tried to enter Stealth and hide again, but it was of no use. The B rank instantly sent out an attack toward him at his new location.

A humongous blood scythe appeared above his head. Damon had the very same skill in his repertoire. It was one of his newly acquired skills, but if he executed it now, there was no way it was going to be as powerful as this one.

His body trembled, and his blood boiled from the sheer pressure exuded by the attack. The aura was crushing, and he just did not have the juice to hold up against such a vicious, blunt attack. It was the raw difference in power, and he had nowhere to hide.

"Die, you cockroach. Someone like you, who did not hesitate to sacrifice the countless lives of our clan members, does not deserve to live in this world! Today, I, Samarishit, will put down the heinous wastrel who brought about the ruin of our glorious clan!" The handsome vampire and the blood avatar spoke at the same time, shocking everyone present. The loud voice majestically boomed everywhere, making everyone stop and turn around. The chaotic city paused at the same time, every eye now on the huge blood avatar.

Damon smiled bitterly. What a perfect political setup! If the handsome bastard took over and became the new King after this, who would question him? He probably had more secret attacks up his sleeve to deal with the B-rank powerhouses outside!

This golden rank world was truly brutal. Not only did he have unbeatable enemies outside the castle, but he had equally powerful enemies within.

"Die wastrel!" The blood avatar shouted, and the scythe came down. However, Damon once again disappeared. When he appeared again, the blood avatar relentlessly stood in front of him.

"You cannot run anymore, coward. You will pay for your sins!" The same majestic voice boomed.

Damon's mind raced as he tried to think of something. His body was already giving out. There was no way around this. There was nothing he could do to survive against a B rank.

The blood avatar did not give him anymore chances. A blood hexagram appeared on the ground, and this time, he was not even able to move from the spot. It was game over from all angles. A tremendous amount of pressure crushed him as the scythe appeared again and came down swiftly.

The entire court of vampires also appeared to spectate the key moment. Everyone of them waited in anticipation to see Damon poetically beheaded. And their wish was granted. The scythe came down, and blood splattered everywhere, not even leaving a body behind.