Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 894 Shaping Fear

Charlie realized that his future status would rise significantly depending on what Xia Shou was about to do, and he understood that this was the moment for Xia Shou to establish absolute authority.

“I think… you seem to have misunderstood something. Hey, what’s your special ability?” Xia Shou said, pointing his scepter at the young vampire who had spoken out against him.

The young vampire was taken aback upon hearing this, then straightened his chest and said respectfully, "Please allow me to demonstrate."

After he finished speaking, a wisp of blood floated out from his palm and then condensed into the shape of a spear.

"Our family's special ability is passed down from generation to generation. We can use blood to construct corresponding weapon shapes and infuse them with power. People injured by such weapons will have their spiritual foundation shaken, and the weapon will also absorb the power of the victim to further strengthen the shaken spiritual foundation. Moreover, such weapons can be preserved for a long time."

He spoke with considerable pride, making no attempt to conceal his family's special abilities. There was no need to hide them; many nobles' special abilities were public, and it was precisely because of this openness that they earned the respect and following of others.

This family's ability to construct blood weapons is nothing special in individual combat, but if they spend time organizing an army, each person would have a weapon capable of shaking the spiritual foundation of a superhuman, making them a force to be reckoned with.

"Not bad," Xia Shou said calmly.

The next second, the young vampire's skin began to glow, as if a huge amount of energy was accumulating inside his body. Then, wisps of white heat squeezed out from his pores, and the powerful heat baked his skin dry and cracked from the inside out.

His expression froze for a moment, then he realized what terrifying thing had happened to him. In an instant, his facial features twisted and contorted, and he opened his mouth wide to let out a sharp and piercing scream. But the scream stopped abruptly as scorching flames burst forth from his throat.

Immediately afterwards, flames roared out from every crevice of his flesh and every crack in his skin, and the powerful heat spread outwards. The eldest son of another family sitting next to him turned pale with fright and retreated as if avoiding a plague. The others also stood up from their seats.

Some people instinctively assumed a running posture, but reason immediately suppressed this suicidal idea. They wanted to see Xia Shou's expression at this moment, but no one dared to look back. Their gazes were drawn to the blazing human figure, like a ball of yarn wrapped around the staggering fireman.

The martyr's cry was silent; what came out of his throat was no longer his own voice, but a strange sound, a hissing sound, as if the temperature-distorted air forced the remaining airflow out of his charred and deformed throat. It was a chilling sound.

His knees were the first to turn to charcoal, unable to support his body weight and shattering, his body crashing to the ground like dried clods of earth breaking into pieces.

“This is a necessary demonstration,” Xia Shou said in a flat tone.

The others turned their heads and looked at the tyrant as if he were a madman, their faces full of disbelief.

Did he need to kill? With his Bloodfire Secret Technique, he had already proven his unparalleled power. Wasn't his goal to make these nobles work for him?
Everyone knows that relying on the intimidation of force to fight to the death is not enough. If someone is insincere, shirks responsibility, or turns against their own side, then even if they promise to go through fire and water, it is all worthless. Doesn't he know this?

The next second, Xia Shou's body turned into a jumble of strange lines, writhing and twisting in the air like something that didn't belong to this reality. It passed over the table and floated to the location of the charred corpse.

Then, these lines gradually changed from disordered chaos to order and regularity, and were pieced together again to outline the human figure that only reality possesses, and he returned to his original form.

The Art of Invisibility! Another signature skill of Grand Duke Rosa!

Then they saw that Xia Shou's shadow had become even darker, losing the usual sense of depth in the candlelight and becoming like a bottomless pool of ink, as if it could absorb all light. Then the shadow began to flow and expand.

"I know you have some misunderstandings about me, and I think these misunderstandings need to be clarified." Xia Shou said with a slight smile. He deliberately imitated Shangguan Yan's cold smile. His scorpion spine allowed him to precisely control the muscles in his face, and he tried his best to imitate the essence of that smile.

From the panicked and bewildered faces of the other vampires, he knew that he was doing well and that the atmosphere had achieved the effect he wanted.

Fear has many sources, including power and death.

And... it originates from the unknown, not only the ordinary unknown, but also the unknown intention.

The shadow covered the charred corpse, which slowly sank, and a progress bar for the devouring naturally appeared in front of Xia Shou. What he saw as a very logical and purposeful action was completely unknowable and mysterious to these people.

Castan moved his Adam's apple, wanting to say something, but dared not rashly break the delicate balance in the air. The lesson of the past was right in front of him. Although what this young man said to Xia Shou was indeed offensive, it did not warrant death.

Why so suddenly?

Xia Shou did not answer them, because he was creating a completely new fear that these people could not understand.

[Conquest Progress: 13%...]

[Conquest Progress: 25.6%...]

The charred corpse continued to sink, and soon a new skill was acquired. Judging from the speed of its devouring, this young vampire's abnormal level was only LV4. But that was fine, as it allowed the shadowy figure to devour it quickly.

If the absorption is too slow, it will actually hinder the formation of fear.

As Merlin's shadow receded beneath Xia Shou's feet, the heavy blackness transformed back into a layered shadow. Xia Shou casually pointed, and the candle flames on the table leaped onto the long table, spreading and soaring into the air, turning into blood that gathered and flowed into Xia Shou's palm, eventually forming the shape of a spear, exactly the same as the one created by the vampire earlier!
Charles I, Castanet, Blue Lily, and the other nobles all stared in horror, trying to comprehend this easily understood reality.

The truth is obvious, but their brains are trying to delay arriving at the correct answer because it's too terrifying.

Xia Shou smiled silently: "I never need help, and you are indeed ants. That's where you misunderstood from the beginning, mistaking my kindness for incompetence."

Do you think I need to consult you? I never need to rely on anyone else's strength, because everyone's strength is just an unused piece of art in my collection.

(End of this chapter)