Peerless Little Immortal Doctor

Mo Wanqing's delicate hand, clothed in a white tulle glove, was gently led by Lante.

It seemed as if he feared that any more pressure would shatter his lovely Princess Consort.

Following behind the two, Louisa and the disguised Angela, Kathleen, were smoothing out the train of the gown.

"Prince Lante! Princess Consort!"

"Princess Consort!"

"Princess Consort!"

When the vampires present finally came to their senses, they began to roar loudly.

It had been a long time since they had attended a prince's wedding.

Today was also special, for the bride of Prince Lante was an Easterner.

Yet, as they watched Mo Wanqing, she did not appear to be Eastern at all.

In the face of the crowd's cheers, Prince Lante waved his hand, returning the atmosphere to silence once again.

"I am very pleased that you could all attend Miss Wanqing's wedding, thank you," said Lante, bowing deeply.

Hm?

At that moment, Xia Liu noticed something odd flickering in Mo Wanqing's eyes.

It appeared as she laughed and bent down with Lante to thank everyone.

"Blood Clan, oh Blood Clan! How dare you cast a Blood Curse on her!"

After contemplating for a moment, Xia Liu came to a realization.

And with that, his anger knew no bounds.

A Blood Curse was a unique bloodline art of the Blood Clan.

Like a Blood Sacrifice, a Blood Curse possessed formidable power.

A person under a Blood Curse would obey the vampire's commands entirely.

Seeing this, Xia Liu exhaled a sigh of relief.

No wonder Mo Wanqing did not cry or fuss; it was because she was not in control of herself.

"Damn it!"

Xia Liu had originally thought Lante to be a rational member of the Blood Clan.

Now it seemed he was more cunning than anyone else.

Or rather, it seemed that the Blood Clan were all the same, beyond redemption!

Xia Liu gave Kathleen several meaningful glances, signaling that as soon as he made his move, she was to protect Mo Wanqing.

Of course, he had discussed with Kathleen the previous night that the plan for today was not to reveal that Mo Wanqing was his friend.

"Please, head to the hall and witness the happiness of the Princess Consort and myself!"

"Hoo hoo hoo..."

"Let's go, let's go!"

"Prince Lante! Princess Consort!"

Amidst a burst of cheers, everyone rose and headed towards the circular archway with excitement.

Xia Liu naturally followed them.

Upon arriving at the hall, Xia Liu felt an even stronger Blood Energy.

Atop the main altar, there was an incredibly bright crimson pool!

The smell of blood was spreading from it.

The vampires who came here grew increasingly excited.

They were drooling because that pool of blood was too tempting for them!

It was blood from infants that Lante had specially collected for transforming the Princess Consort into a member of the Blood Clan!

Xia Liu watched the main hall with a poisonous look, holding back his rage.

Before he acted, he had to ensure Mo Wanqing's safety.

Soon, a figure clad in a red robe emerged from the rear of the hall.

In his hands, he held a thick book.

Xia Liu did not quite understand the wedding rituals of the Blood Clan and was unsure what this priest-like Blood Clan person was meant to do.

"Let us welcome Prince Lante and the Princess Consort with a fervent round of applause!" bellowed the Blood Clan powerhouse in a black robe.

"Prince Lante! Princess Consort!"

"Prince Lante! Princess Consort!"

Among the vampires' passionate cries, Lante led Mo Wanqing slowly up the red carpet.

When the two reached the robed figure, he opened the thick book in his hands and began to quietly chant something.

"Prince Lante, do you take the beautiful lady by your side to be your wife, to love and protect her, to be her knight?" the robed figure chanted for a while before asking Lante.

"I do!"

"Hooray!"

"Prince Lante!"

"Prince Lante!"

As soon as Lante said "I do," the vampires below cheered again.

"Silence!"

The robed figure didn't lift his head as he reminded them.

Although his voice was very weak, everyone could hear it clearly.

Xia Liu smiled faintly, the method of voice transmission used by the robed figure was similar to the Inner Qi communication of Huaxia warriors, his speech mixed with Blood Energy, enveloping the entire hall.

The robed figure asked Mo Wanqing with similar words.

The vampires below focused their attention, waiting to cheer for the Princess Consort.

At this moment, Xia Liu let out a wild laugh: "Hahaha!"

Hmm?

At that instant, every member of the Blood Clan fixed their gaze on Xia Liu, unable to comprehend why he would disrupt the proceedings at this time.

"Count Harry, do you want to ascend to heaven?" Ian was the first to react and roared.

"Prince Lante! I want to ask, by casting a Blood Curse on her, what are you intending?" Xia Liu bluntly spoke out.

"How dare you!"

"How can you dare to criticize Prince Lante!"

"You mere descendant of Giles! You deserve to die!"

When Xia Liu exposed Lante's spell, the gathered vampires became angry.

Within the Blood Clan, placing a Blood Curse on a mere human to marry oneself or the other party was considered a shameful act.

However, as it was a common practice, they just turned a blind eye to it.

But there had never been someone who would openly call out a groom for casting a Blood Curse on his other half.

Today was different, Xia Liu had just publicly revealed the Prince's spell!

Prince Lante watched Xia Liu with an embarrassed expression on his face.

He distinctly remembered having given him protection.

But why would the other party cause him such embarrassment?

"Ian! Use his blood to light the path forward for the Princess Consort." After a moment of silence, Prince Lante slowly said.

"Haha! That guy is doomed!"

"He's as good as dead! With the count's blood along with baby's blood, the Princess Consort will surely become one of our kind!"

"Count Harry, you're lucky to become a part of the Princess Consort's journey." Ian shook the cherry-red liquid in his glass, a light laugh spreading across his face.

He had long wanted to kill Xia Liu, and now with his brother's command, it was even more exhilarating!

"The archaic Blood Clan, the change begins today." Xia Liu muttered to himself, quietly waiting for Ian's approach.

Smash!

He flung the wine glass in his hand, its shattering sound echoing through the hall.

Then, Ian's hands trembled, and Blood Energy immediately surged forth.

To deal with a count-level Xia Liu, he didn't even want to use a fraction of his strength.

The surrounding strong vampires of the Blood Clan shook their heads; after all, Xia Liu's power was far too weak.

Ian acted, and there was no way he could resist.

"Since that's the case, then I'll send you to the Netherworld!" Xia Liu murmured, and the Spiritual Energy in his Dantian shook, a fiery red color flickering in his eyes.

As Ian moved at extreme speed to come before him, Xia Liu's Sword Finger touched the Fire Spirit Sword, and it erupted violently!

"Not good!"

Feeling the lethal aura at such close range, Ian screamed sharply and swiftly placed his hands in front of his chest to block.

Bang!

A dull sound reverberated through the hall; Ian was sent flying backward.

His chest had been broken open by the hit!

Orange blood sprayed out all around him.

Crackle!

In the fearful gaze of countless onlookers, Ian was sent flying into the Blood Pool.

Looking at Ian's lifeless body floating in the pool, Lante, the robed figure, and everyone present were dumbstruck.