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.

Bailey explained upon seeing Hank’s confusion. “When he heard about the Hall of Gods’ plans, he sent

the pride of Dragonmarsh’s martial artists, he

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

bet!” Bill smirked

so-called grandmasters from Dragonmarsh I’ve killed. They’re just as weak as paper. I could

I want every Dragonmarsh martial artist to witness the power of my vampire clan. I want them

he spoke. His nails extended to three inches and became sharp and deadly. A faint black mist swirled around it, giving off

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

be defeated by those pathetic humans from Dragonmarsh,” Bill replied

said nothing. He understood the nature of vampires, especially

an amazing recovery ability. As 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 completely obliterated or

knew the martial artists from Dragonmarsh would have a tough time

gaze to the third person, a lean man with glasses and a

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

raised an

a significant position. But he couldn’t understand why a clergyman would participate in

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