"Retreat?" Alabel moved her head and said, "You can forget about touching this person."
"Does the little princess truly intend to make an enemy of the Daquan Gang for this little thing?" Seeing Alabel refuse him, Wang Desheng's eyes deepened, and he said in a low voice.
"Heh, what is the Daquan Gang? Is it even worthy of being my enemy?" Alabel's scarlet lips curved slightly, with a hint of mockery.
"With a single command from me, I can make your Daquan Gang suffer sleepless nights. What can your Daquan Gang use to oppose me?" At this moment, Alabel was like a queen who controlled myriad lives and deaths, her gaze condescending, and she chuckled.
Although Alabel's words sounded incredibly arrogant, they were indeed facts.
Besides her status, her own strength was already comparable to a peak Saint realm expert. She was not yet thirty, so it was conceivable that achieving Godhood was a certainty.
In terms of status, strength, and potential, her position within the Blood Clan was even slightly higher than that of ordinary God realm experts. With just one word, she could mobilize God realm experts to act for her.
Dealing with the Daquan Gang, for her, was indeed a matter of a single sentence.
The strongest displayed power of the Daquan Gang was its current leader, who was merely at the peak of the Saint realm, no different from her.
As for whether there were any God realm existences within the Daquan Gang, no one could say for sure. After all, even if they possessed such trump cards, they would not easily reveal them unless it was a matter of life and death.
After Alabel spoke, everyone present was stunned. Who was this angelic woman, capable of making a world-class underground gang suffer sleepless nights with just a word?
However, the Blood Clan was too low-key and secretive. Without reaching a certain level of strength, it was difficult to obtain information about this race. Therefore, the vast majority of people present were completely unaware of Alabel's identity.
Wang Desheng's expression was now extremely grim. He had not expected that this little princess of the Blood Clan would have such extraordinary talent, and even her words were so arrogant and overbearing.
He was not too concerned about Alabel's threat, because at his level, he was well aware that even if the Blood Clan's strength could crush their Daquan Gang, they would not easily go to war.
After all, the Daquan Gang's influence spanned across Europe and America, with several Saint realm experts. Their development overseas for decades had made them even stronger than the Qing Gang and Hongmen. Dealing with them would absolutely not be possible without paying a certain price.
And clearly, the Blood Clan would not instigate a war for the sake of a mere transcendent.
The younger members of the Daquan Gang were all filled with indignation and unwillingness. In the past, being a member of the Daquan Gang was their pride. As long as they introduced themselves, they would be met with many reverent glances.
This stemmed from the Daquan Gang's strength and deterrence.
But in the eyes of this seductive woman, the Daquan Gang had become so insignificant, not even having the qualification to be her enemy.
Seeing Alabel's firm attitude, Wang Desheng knew that this grudge would likely not be avenged today. If he lingered any longer, he might even be further humiliated by Alabel.
He gave Yi Feicheng a cold look, snorted through his nostrils, and turned to leave.
"Don't be in such a hurry to leave," Alabel called out as Wang Desheng gave up so easily.
"Does the little princess have other matters?" Wang Desheng asked impatiently, his face solemn.
"There is one matter."
"Someone has given me an order, and I need to borrow something from you," Alabel said, a charming smile appearing on her face as she stared at Wang Desheng.
"What thing?" Wang Desheng frowned, his expression confused.
"I need to borrow your head," Alabel said, a sweet smile on her face as she looked at Wang Desheng.
"Hahaha..." Wang Desheng burst into laughter with anger. "Do you think you can do whatever you want by relying on the power behind you?"
"If it weren't for your identity, I would have taught you a good lesson today, to let you know why you should respect your elders!"
"Since that's the case, to show my respect for you, I will let you die a swift death." Alabel's eyes, which were filled with a smile, gradually turned cold.
Yi Feicheng, who was nearby, quickly took a step back and retreated to the second-floor private room.
He felt it was better to stay further away from battles between Saints. Even with his peerless Grandmaster strength, he would not fare well if he was caught in the vicinity.
"Hmph, since that's the case, then let me see just how powerful you, this Blood Clan genius, truly are!" Wang Desheng was unafraid. He had broken through to the mid-Saint realm more than ten years ago and had now accumulated profound strength.
He did not believe that Alabel, who had only entered the Saint realm a few years ago, could be stronger than him. Therefore, facing the arrogant Alabel, he also intended to make a move and teach her a good lesson.
"Profound Ice Force!"
Wang Desheng attacked first, without waiting for Alabel.
He spread his five fingers, and the moisture in the air rapidly condensed in his hands, forming conical ice spikes, sharp and chilling.
"Go!"
With a push of his palm, the ice spikes shot towards Alabel at extreme speed. The onlookers only felt a blur before their eyes, and a cold wind blew through the enclosed bar hall.
It made everyone shiver in the cold wind.
"A trivial skill."
Facing Wang Desheng's attack, Alabel sneered. She opened her fair and slender fingers and pressed them lightly in front of her...
The incoming ice spikes, as if encountering an insurmountable barrier, stopped steadily in mid-air less than a meter in front of Alabel, unable to advance further.
"Take it back!"
With a wave of her sleeve, the ice spikes flew back towards Wang Desheng with even greater speed.
"How is this possible!"
Wang Desheng's eyes were filled with shock. Although this Profound Ice Force was not his ultimate move, it was still one of his extremely powerful skills.
Even experts of the same mid-Saint realm would have to treat this move with caution.
But looking at Alabel's previous demeanor, she had done it effortlessly, blocking it with utter nonchalance.
Although he was shocked, Wang Desheng dared not be careless in the face of the flying ice spikes. He raised his hands to condense an ice wall in front of his chest, and it was only with great effort that he managed to block it.
"I heard you're known as the Profound Ice Saint. It seems this title is somewhat undeserved," Alabel teased, seeing Wang Desheng struggling to block her casual attack.
Wang Desheng's eyes darkened, and he stared intently at Alabel, remaining silent.
After just one exchange, Wang Desheng clearly felt that this little princess of the Blood Clan was terrifyingly strong. At the very least, he was far from her match.
"Forget it, it's truly uninteresting. If you can withstand this move of mine, then I can consider sparing your life today," Alabel said, but her body had already begun to move.
She moved with graceful steps, her slender legs striding forward one by one towards Wang Desheng.
From the moment she took her first step, blood-red energy began to condense around her. As she walked, the blood-red energy around her grew more intense.
At the same time, her seductive figure gradually became ethereal.
The surging blood-red energy, emanating a powerful aura, made everyone tremble with fear. Even the members of the Daquan Gang and Summers of the Mafia felt a trace of dread.
When Alabel had taken seven steps, her aura reached its peak. Wang Desheng, standing before her, was already trembling inwardly.
It was as if he had witnessed the most terrifying thing in the world.
However, the powerful will of a Saint allowed him to maintain his composure and remain fully alert.
At this moment, he realized that if he could not block this move, he might truly die here.
Suddenly, Alabel's ethereal figure vanished, merging completely with the blood-red energy, transforming into a hazy blood-red light mass that shot towards Wang Desheng.
The atmosphere in the venue was utterly silent. Although the blood-red light mass filled everyone with fear and a sense of oppressive dread, many still stared with wide eyes at the stage, unwilling to miss a single moment.
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