The furious angel, despite being blackened by lightning strikes, rushed forward alongside King Fere and the Thunder Angel. Qin Feng displayed remarkable bravery, undaunted by being surrounded by the three, charging and maneuvering with great skill, and managed to hold his own against them. This outcome was unacceptable to King Fere. He had personally come to the scene rather than sending off only a few aides specifically to achieve a swift victory; and now, with only two aides remaining, should the effort fail, he would be left as a lone commander. According to their initial expectations, the engagement against Qin Feng should have proceeded smoothly—three of them attacking simultaneously, with one drawing the enemy's attention and another launching surprise attacks—therefore, victory should have been assured. Yet, from the very beginning, the progress was less than anticipated. Even after uniting their efforts, the three managed only to hold their ground, resulting in a deadlock. To be honest, this is the heartland of the Chinese nation, and Qin Feng holds a decisive advantage—drawing level means victory. He roared, "Everyone, bring your best—no reserves!" This was clearly aimed at the Thunder Angel, known for his slippery nature, who had consistently played it safe, holding off and waiting for an opportunity to strike. Upon hearing this, the Thunder Angel immediately ramped up his attack intensity, a move that now displeased King Ferrel. Even if he succeeded in completing his mission, he wouldn't be able to enjoy the same rewards at the celebration banquet as the others. On the surface, Qin the Young appeared to be playing effortlessly, but in reality, he was far from it—only he knew that, with this strategy, he could hold on for no more than five minutes before beginning to lose ground. The New Qin Mansion is just ten kilometers away; Isabella should arrive within two minutes. Please, don't let me down, Sasha. Actually, if we can't win, all we have to do is hide and launch a surprise attack. Heehee... A white figure descends from the sky. The beautiful officer has chosen the Frustrated Angel as her opponent—no matter from which angle you look, he's the most conspicuous one. That lightning strike not only turned his hair a golden yellow but also scorched several spots on his body. As the saying goes, "the one who stands out gets hit"—sometimes, being too noticeable isn't an advantage at all. Pff! The Frustrated Angel couldn't even react in time; his body was sliced open by the dagger, and he cried out in pain, twisting to the side just in time to avoid the second cut from Isabella. Thump! Still, he didn't escape the officer's powerful kick to the chest—sent flying over fifteen meters. Both King Fere and the Thunder Angel were taken aback. Their enemy not only had allies, but they were also of the same bloodline—the vampire kind. The two had to part ways from Qin Feng, each taking up the protection of the injured Angel of Wrath on their left and right. King Fei Li, in a tone of anger, asked, "The Blood Clan—why are you helping the Chinese people?" Isabella gently landed beside Qin's younger brother, responding coldly, "Who to help is my own choice. Do you think you have the right to interfere? You're King Fei Li of the American Blood Clan, aren't you? I didn't expect you to come to the Chinese realm!" Qin Feng embraced her slender waist and kissed her delicate face, smiling, "King Fei Li, there are even more surprises you haven't anticipated. Not only has Sasha been supporting me, but she's also my wife now!" King Fei Li was indeed deeply incensed. The Blood Clan, instead of supporting their own, was now aiding the Chinese cultivators in fighting against him—something he simply could not accept. As for the injured Angel of Wrath, the damage was severe, and it would likely take some time before he could regain his combat strength. What had once been a three-to-one advantage now became a balanced one-to-one situation. The Thunder Angel sensed something was amiss and said cautiously, "Your Majesty, that female vampire appears exceptionally strong. I believe she should be above me in strength!" King Fere clenched his teeth and replied, "Your feeling is correct—she possesses at least the same level of Count strength as I do. I've never heard of any Count-level vampire in Europe having any connection to cultivators!" The Thunder Angel was nearly crying out, "Then what do we do?" "Even if we die, we must drag Qin Feng down with us," he managed to squeeze out. "I'll handle the female vampire while you take on Qin Feng. Rush to recover and get back into the fight as soon as possible—join Thunder together to face Qin Feng!" "Yes, Your Majesty," Feng nodded. Qin, listening to the tasks assigned, smiled and said, "Shasha, that one wants to face you one-on-one. What will you say?" "Simple—just accept it." "Sasha, with her proud demeanor, said, 'I've never fought a Count-level vampire before. I'm eager to test my strength—hand me over the one, and I promise to secure him!' 'That's quite kind of you,' he replied with a smile, 'but if you're taking on someone so formidable, won't I just end up like an old lady picking soft persimmons, always choosing the easiest ones?' Isabel raised an eyebrow, saying, 'No matter. You can start by picking the soft ones, then lend a hand when needed. Together, we'll take him down!' 'Excellent idea,' Qin Shao praised enthusiastically. The Thunder Angel on the other side, meanwhile, was nearly indignant—throughout their conversation, he had been completely overlooked, treated as the easiest part of the challenge. 'Qin Feng, you think you can handle me? That's not going to be easy,' he declared, waving his floral sword and moving forward before Fei Li Wang even had a chance to act. Because he was well aware that, regardless of whether he moved first or second, his opponent would always be Qin Feng—better to demonstrate his own bravery and avoid further suspicion from his lord. Fei Li Wang was indeed most pleased. With a graceful flick of his flower sword, he adopted a bold, challenging stance toward the female officer. The female officer did not grow angry; instead, she maintained a composed expression and said, "Fei Li Wang, perhaps you don't know that I was once a coach at the Island of Death. You've always been my superior. Yet today, I intend to take your life!" Fei Li Wang felt deeply regretful—how could he have failed to recognize that she was a former coach from the Island of Death, someone so capable under his command? In the end, he had even been outmaneuvered by the Chinese man, Qin Feng. To capture the essence of his current emotions, one could simply say he was so regretful his intestines had turned blue. But now, it was too late—this was precisely the crucial moment when he could not afford even the slightest hesitation. Taking a deep breath, he said, "Then let me see your true skills!" As soon as the two combatants began their fight, Qin Feng had already secured the Thunder Angel. His flying sword pierced through the angel's body, followed by a fiery dragon strike, and then a wave of extreme cold ice spears—thus eliminating the noble bloodline count. Next, he turned his attention to the Anguish Angel, determined to eradicate him completely. With no mercy in mind, he would not spare the Anguish Angel. Knowing his fate was sealed, the Anguish Angel suddenly rose to his feet, picked up the flower sword placed beside him, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Then come. I shall meet my end with you!"