The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

The day of the anticipated battle between Sam and Tomas Wichura had finally arrived—or should I say the author finally decided not to prolong the chapter. That guy is absurdly frustrating.

"So, this is Nightingale, the Country of Vampires?" Sam arrived at the Nightshade Arena with his family, along with Mia Hasegawa.

His wives had returned to their respective families because this was an official event where all the powerful families on the continent came together.

As the direct descendants, they had to be with their respective clans. Except for Ophelia, being a Hailstorm, she was with the Hailstorm clan along with her mother and father.

"Yes, looks surreal, doesn't it? In the entire Azure Dragon continent, the country of vampires stands out the most, thanks to their weird formation that makes their sky painted in a bright purple hue," Lorraine explained to Sam.

Sam looked up again, still unable to get over the purple sky, observing the purple mist swaying over the atmosphere.

"This formation prevents energy from the sun directly hitting the land," Lorraine continued. "Even though noble vampires have no problem being under direct sunlight, the same cannot be said for Plebian vampires. They will die if exposed to direct sunlight."

As they strolled the streets on their way to the Nightshade Arena, Sam learned many things about the Country of Vampires.

"Is that a medallion made out of dragon scales?" Ophelia's mother inquired. It was hard for her not to notice, as her daughter continued to fiddle and rub the medallion in her hands as if it were the most precious thing to her.

"Hm... he gave this to me. He made this out of his own dragon scales," Ophelia explained, showing the medallion hanging around her neck to her mother.

The medallion was oval-shaped and snow-white in color, with flowery patterns carved in crimson. At the center of the medallion, there was a single drop of essence blood, hidden and invisible to the naked eye.

"Is that so?" Selene Hailstorm couldn't believe that Sam made something so precious for her daughter. "It's very pretty."

"Thanks, but I know it's beautiful, Mother," Ophelia smiled slightly before looking at the man walking before them.

Soon, the entrance to the Nightshade Arena appeared in their field of vision.

"Whoa, is this the arena? This place is enormous!" Sam's first reaction was one of awe as he gazed at the ancient-looking colossal structure standing before him, towering a hundred feet tall.

"This arena is very ancient, dating back to the years when our progenitor reigned in the Nightingale," Nicholas Scarlett explained as he landed on the ground, accompanied by his daughters.

"Darling~" Amelia ran to Sam, paying no heed to the public presence, and jumped into his arms, eager to be spoiled.

'So, this is the boy my sister's been crazy about, huh? I wonder what's so special about him?' Nicholas Scarlett's first daughter, Zoey Scarlett, appraised Sam's physicality with curious eyes.

Sam noticed her gaze but didn't care, too absorbed in enjoying the hug from the woman he had shared an intimate moment with.

"Did you like my gift?"

"I love it, but you didn't have to pluck your own scales to make it for me, darling~" Amelia gave a kiss on his cheeks, much to the annoyance of her father.

"It's okay, anything for my sweet, lovely Amelia," Sam smiled back.

Then he turned his eyes back to Nicholas Scarlett, "Hello, father-in-law. It's been a while."

"Yes, it was."

"You were saying?"

"Ah, yes. This arena was built under the watch of our progenitor when he used to rule us before his demise." Nicholas Scarlett's eyes drifted over the colossal structure. "This arena is 100 meters tall and is 3500 meters in diameter."

"3500 meters? Isn't that a bit exaggerated?"

"It's not, kid. This arena was built to contain the damage that could be caused by Emperor level Battles. If you ask me, I would say this arena is still a little lacking because if multiple emperors or higher realm beings were to fight at the same time, the arena could still be destroyed," Nicholas Scarlett explained.

"Nowadays, we only use this place to train the younger generation of vampires. After all, this place is still strong enough to withstand blows from a couple of emperors in their peak," Nicholas continued.

"Now you will fight with Tomas Wichura in the same place."

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the great Hailstorm family." A frown appeared on Adriana's face when she heard a remark thrown at her side.

"Patriarch Flareheart, what are you doing here? This is a private place designated for my clan members," Adriana snorted.

Her tone indicated that she didn't like him, and if he kept on talking, she might just stuff a handful of dirt into his mouth.

"Hehe, what do you mean? Of course, I'm here to meet my grandson," Patriarch Flareheart's gaze fell upon Sam.

He could sense his bloodline within him, but not just that—he also sensed another bloodline equally strong beside it.

'I can't believe there is a dragon who managed to awaken two of the five main celestial dragon bloodlines,' he was shocked but didn't show it on his face.

An enormous killing intent descended upon him like waves of raging fire, but this killing intent made him feel frozen in ice.

"Let me say this once, Theodore, and you better listen," Adriana's cold voice resounded. "I don't care that you are related to my grandson, but as long as he doesn't want to, I don't want you anywhere near him."

"If I ever learn that you or your people trying to approach my grandson, I will freeze your useless existence and blast every single inch of your flesh into a million pieces."

'How did you get so strong?' Patriarch Flareheart took a step back instinctively because, from his experience, he could tell that the Adriana right now was not his opponent.

'How? How is she so strong? Isn't she supposed to be weakened by the poison? Did that bastard Alexander fail to get the job done?' Theodore Flareheart's frown deepened, but he refused to show it on his face.

"Come on, Adriana, don't you think you're being too unreasonable? He possesses the Crimson Inferno Dragon bloodline, making him the direct candidate to inherit my clan. Most of all, he is my grandson. I have every right to take him with me if I have to, and you don't have a say in this matter," Theodore Flareheart said without backing down.

Adriana might be stronger than him now, but he was the leader of the great Flareheart Clan, and he wouldn't be belittled by her.

"Did you not hear me or did your brain stop working?" Adriana's expression soured. "Let me make this a little more clear so your brainless head can understand: he is my grandson, only mine, and he does not want anything to do with you or your family of hypocrites. So stop fucking bothering him."

"Why don't you let the boy decide what he wants?" Theodore frowned and looked at the boy with white hair and blue eyes, who didn't seem to care about his presence at all.

Right now, Sam was too preoccupied with observing a girl to give his attention to Patriarch Flareheart.

The girl looked a few years older than him, with belly-button-length crimson hair and green eyes. Her eyes seemed down, and one look from Sam could tell she was very depressed. Dark circles surrounded her eyes.

But that's not the only thing that caught his attention. There were two small figures clinging to the woman's legs.

Sam turned his gaze to his Aunt Victoria, who also looked at him with a complicated expression.

"Yes, my nephew, meet your two half-sisters, Lily Flareheart and Jane Flareheart. And the one they are clinging to is your half-sister as well. She is a little older than you. Her name is Mira Flareheart," his Aunt Victoria secretly sent him a voice transmission when she explained.

Not only Sam, but his entire family was silently judging his half-sisters because everyone here knew that these three were Sam's half-sisters.

Patriarch Flareheart was silent, unsure of what he should do at this moment. 'If it wasn't for that bastard son of mine, I wouldn't have had to stoop so low as to follow the path of Devil Arts.'

He could clearly see that Sam didn't put him in his sights; he simply didn't care. 'It seems the first princess has instilled her hatred for my son into her own son as well.'

His breathing quickened. 'No, I have to control myself. I just have to wait a little longer. Once all the younger generation cultivators enter the arena, the plan will set in motion. But now, I should avoid any interaction that may lead me to reveal my secret. I hope my bastard son completed the task I gave him.'

"It seems I was mistaken and got my hopes up. I have nothing more to speak about here," Patriarch Flareheart said before disappearing along with his clansmen.

Only four figures were left behind—Sam's three half-sisters and their mother, the one whom William Flareheart cheated on Sam's mother with, the one who stole the forgotten happiness from Helena's life: Nora Solheart.

"Helena... I-I want to talk to you." Nora Solheart took a step forward, her face looking down as if it had suffered a great deal of tears.

Her eyes were solely on the twin little girls clinging to their older sister's hands. 'I have to do everything I can to protect them. I don't want them to stay in that hellhole. Sister Victoria said if I cannot talk to Helena, I should go to her son.'

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