After Dusk Titan wrapped up his introduction, the handsome and pale mixed-race man stepped forward.

He said proudly, “I’m Bill Wolfe from Esmington, representing the Coven of Blood Eclipse. They call me the Shadow Prince.”

“The Shadow Prince of the Coven of Blood Eclipse?” Hank was taken aback.

The Coven of Blood Eclipse held unparalleled influence in Esmington. It was second only to the Hall of Gods among Streuquan nations.

The coven included three main races- vampires, werewolves, and mystic artists, along with a few uniquely gifted beasts.

Among these, vampires held the dominant position. They nearly ruled the entire Esmington. Previously, the Hall of Gods had enlisted the Blood Devil Willem, an earl of the vampire race.

Bill was the son of the Shadow Master, the leader of the Coven of Blood Eclipse. The Shadow Master was the king of vampires. His influence was on par with the God King of the Hall of Gods.

As the son of the Shadow Master, Bill inherited his father’s noble lineage. Despite his young age, he possessed the strength of a vampire viscount. Countless powerful opponents had fallen at his hands.

His most notable feat was the overnight defeat of three grandmasters, which significantly weakened Dragonmarsh’s influence abroad.

Hank never expected Bailey to convince the Shadow Master to send Bill to participate in the tournament. After all, Dragonmarsh wasn’t known for its hospitality. So, Hank was surprised to learn that Bill would risk his life.

Gods’ plans, he sent Bill to gain some experience

the pride of Dragonmarsh’s martial artists, he could

and began to flatter Bill, “With you on our side, we’ll definitely make those Dragonmarsh martial artists run for their

Bill

“I can’t even count how many so-called grandmasters from Dragonmarsh I’ve killed. They’re just as weak as paper. I could tear them apart with just a little

witness the power of my vampire

he spoke. His nails extended to three inches and became sharp and deadly. A faint black mist swirled

things up, but don’t underestimate them. Be careful

be defeated

understood the nature of vampires,

long as he had a fresh supply of blood, he could recover instantly, even from life-threatening injuries. He was practically immortal unless he was

the martial artists from Dragonmarsh would have a tough

to the third person, a lean man with

Lord. I’m Jeremiah Price, a Cardinal of the Holy Sovereign

raised

that being a Cardinal meant holding a significant position. But he couldn’t understand why a clergyman would participate in the Combat Tournament. Jeremiah looked frail, and Hank wondered

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