Chapter 152: Chu Xuan: How Could I Lie to You? (Requesting Monthly Votes!)

"You're helping us? Are you sure!"

Hearing Chu Xuan's words, Fan Haixin couldn't help but shake his head with a bitter smile.

He knew his own limits—he was indeed the Church's strongest demon hunter, and he carried many secrets—but compared to this group calling themselves the Zhongzhou Demon Hunter Team, he was clearly outclassed.

Their power was so immense that even without their team leader, they could crush the entire Holy Knights Order.

And now even they couldn't kill Dracula—what could he accomplish by joining? He'd be lucky not to be a liability.

"Only a werewolf can kill Dracula."

Chu Xuan adjusted his glasses, his tone calm: "I created two doses of werewolf virus; one has already been given to Wu Xian."

"With his strength, he should have already injected it into Dracula's body—but this Dracula before us, whether clone or true body, is still active and unharmed. There are only two possibilities."

"First, the Dracula fighting Wu Xian is the clone—or both are—and the real body is hidden elsewhere, thus unaffected by the werewolf virus."

"Second, 'only a werewolf can kill Dracula' doesn't refer to the virus, but to the werewolf itself—it's a conceptual act. A true werewolf must appear to utterly destroy Dracula."

"You mean… I have to turn into a werewolf?"

Fan Haixin was sharp—he quickly grasped Chu Xuan's intent, his lips twitching as he asked: "If so, why don't you use it yourselves?"

"Not because we won't—but because we can't."

Chu Xuan shook his head: "You've surely noticed—our Zhongzhou Team members possess immense power, but it's not trained; most of us have special bloodlines, some even half-dark creatures. We cannot transform into werewolves by injecting the virus."

"Really?"

"Of course. How would I lie to you?"

Chu Xuan felt he wasn't lying—even if there were still three blank newcomers here, once they entered the Main God Space, they would almost certainly trade for bloodlines.

Rounding up, it was as if they already had special bloodlines—how was that lying to Fan Haixin?

Besides, he shared Wu Xian's suspicion: the werewolf virus wasn't the key to killing Dracula—Fan Haixin was. So to complete the Main God's mission, he had no qualms deceiving him.

"That's true, but don't turn your head away!"

Fan Haixin grumbled, feeling he was being tricked—but when his gaze fell on Dracula, who had already resumed fighting the Zhongzhou Team, he fell silent.

After a moment, he extended his hand.

"Give it to me… but make one thing clear—if I can't kill Dracula, give me the antidote immediately. I don't want to die as a werewolf. That'd be too humiliating."

"No problem."

Chu Xuan agreed instantly, not mentioning he hadn't yet made the antidote, and pulled a syringe from his space bag—the liquid inside glowed a faint purple, radiating an uncanny aura.

Fan Haixin didn't hesitate—he plunged the syringe into his neck.

The next instant, his pupils shrank sharply, shifting from pale brown to amber, his body swelling as coarse black hairs, like steel needles, slowly emerged beneath his skin.

……

THOOM————!!!

A figure flew backward, crashing into the castle wall and leaving a massive cross-shaped crater. Then a hand reached out, gripping the rubble, and pulled itself free—it was Zheng Zha himself.

Ahead, Dracula continued battling the other Zhongzhou Team members.

Zhan Lan had replaced Zheng Zha as the primary attacker.

Thanks to the physical conditioning built from daily battles with Wu Xian—each night a million words' worth—Zhan Lan was now terrifyingly strong.

With telekinesis as support, she could barely hold her own against Dracula, and with help from Zhao Ying, Mu Gang, and Li Xiaoyi, she was slowly gaining the upper hand.

But Zheng Zha knew it was temporary—Dracula hadn't even begun to fight seriously.

Don't forget, Zheng Zha was an A-rank Vampire Marquis, and even the Main God's optimized version, paired with his third-stage peak Gene Lock and his developed Infernal Fire—he was confident he could match even a higher-rank Vampire Prince.

Yet this Dracula, whether clone or true body, crushed him utterly with raw strength alone—and that impossible regenerative ability? It went far beyond mere healing—it was true immortality, blood rebirth.

Such terrifying immortality couldn't be possessed by a mere double-A rank—it required at least an S-rank bloodline, the kind only a Vampire Emperor, as listed by the Main God, could achieve.

Thinking of this, Zheng Zha's mood grew heavier. Unconsciously, he activated his third-stage Gene Lock, mimicking Wu Xian and Chu Xuan's thinking, seeking to borrow their genius to find a way to break Dracula in battle.

Wu Xian: Why think? Beat this trash? Just use your hands.

Chu Xuan: Use your superpower now.

Zheng Zha: "..."

Speechless, Zheng Zha was about to rejoin the fight when a thunderous wolf howl echoed beside him.

A massive black shadow flashed past, claws outstretched, lunging at Dracula in the midst of battle.

The Zhongzhou Team members were startled—but immediately received Chu Xuan's mental network warning, scattering to give Fan Haixin room to fight.

The moment Dracula saw the werewolf, his bat-human eyes flickered with delight as he met the werewolf's claws head-on, locking into combat.

Watching from afar, Chu Xuan frowned slightly—he sensed something was off.

Though he couldn't perceive emotion, he knew any normal person facing a lethal threat wouldn't show delight—but Dracula had clearly displayed such an expression. Why?

Could it be that "only a werewolf can kill a vampire" was a lie Dracula planted?

But the movie clearly showed it working—even with Main God's alterations, they shouldn't have changed such a core Tongguan mechanism.

Or perhaps…

A possibility struck Chu Xuan—he instantly narrowed his eyes and shouted through the mental network:

【Stop Fan Haixin! Don't let him kill Dracula!!】

But it was too late. In the brief moment he'd been thinking, the Zhongzhou Team had already helped Fan Haixin pin Dracula down.

As before, Zhan Lan suppressed him with telekinesis, Zhu Wen bound him with Wood Release, and Fan Haixin, now a black werewolf, lunged forward and sank his jaws deep into Dracula's neck.

Blood sprayed. Dracula screamed—but to Chu Xuan, that scream carried an inexplicable sense of relief, as if something long imprisoned was finally being freed.

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