The old man in the suit examined his entire body, smiled evilly, then walked toward the door.
*CREAK!*
The very heavy room door opened just with a light wave of the old man's hand.
"Hmm?"
At that moment, at the corridor corner, a blonde-haired man wearing a robe happened to be walking past. As soon as he saw the suited old man come out of that room, his brow immediately furrowed.
"Who are you?"
This person was a high-level Monster Association member, Pureblood (Vampire).
This creature was a hereditary vampire—very arrogant and considered other monsters as defective products; only he was the true pure monster with strong physique surpassing humans and great power.
Elder Centipede in old man form only glanced at him briefly, didn't care, and continued walking toward outside the building.
"I'm talking to you—are you deaf?"
Pureblood began annoyed. His figure flashed, directly blocking in front of Elder Centipede.
A pair of fangs emerged from his mouth and he directly lunged to bite the old man's neck. Without much talk, he intended to kill. In this place, there were no rules; whoever's fist was bigger ruled.
Elder Centipede's eyes flashed fiercely. Without moving his main body, suddenly two additional arms appeared from his belly, catching Pureblood's head from left and right. The very great force made the vampire unable to continue his bite.
Pureblood was shocked. Staring at the old face before him, he felt that face felt familiar, but he couldn't immediately remember who it was.
Seeing himself held back by an old man, Pureblood felt embarrassed. His fingernails suddenly lengthened emitting sharp glints. Ten sharp black nails like knives stabbed toward Elder Centipede's chest.
"Little bat, you're seeking death!"
Elder Centipede began furious.
(I was already holding back, but you're getting cocky?)
Suddenly, dozens of arms appeared in rows from his body. Each arm was covered with strange black symbols radiating evil aura and appeared to have strong corrosive power. As soon as Pureblood's ten sharp nails touched these arms, a hissing sound was heard accompanied by white smoke. Those arms directly gripped Pureblood's body tightly and jerked it.
*RIIIP!*
Pureblood's body directly tore into two parts, blood spurting everywhere.
"You... you... who exactly are you?!"
A vampire's vitality was very strong. Though already split in two and blood scattered on the floor, he hadn't died. Half his body crawled on the ground with an expression full of fear.
At that time, a rustling sound was heard from the distance, as if something was approaching quickly. A few seconds later, a giant centipede appeared from the corridor, crawling on the ceiling at high speed.
Its terrifying mouth organs kept opening-closing, releasing dangerous hisses toward Senior Centipede. He was a Monster Association member, Elder Centipede.
Seeing Pureblood lying in a pool of blood, Senior Centipede immediately considered the human-formed Elder Centipede an intruder and launched a fierce attack. His body shot dozens of meters in an instant. His many legs acted like steel spikes, leaving rows of holes in the ceiling. If there were someone suffering from trypophobia, they would definitely feel nauseous seeing it.
Elder Centipede was truly angry now. His suit exploded, the upper part of his body mutated into a terrifying giant half-centipede filling the entire corridor. He slammed his head precisely toward the charging Senior Centipede: "Bastard, how dare you attack me!"
Senior Centipede was repelled far. That corridor collapsed and crumbled under the pressure of their hard bodies. However, Elder Centipede clearly held back because this was a fellow race member. Senior Centipede's body was also very hard, so he didn't receive fatal wounds.
Senior Centipede was also confused. How could someone who was previously human suddenly transform into Elder Centipede's form?
The still-dying Pureblood was also stunned.
This old man was actually Elder Centipede's disguise? He wanted to cry; his fate was so unlucky, attacking his own colleague then being slaughtered instead—truly embarrassing if others heard.
"Elder Centipede, help me! I was wrong—my eyes were blind not recognizing you!" Though arrogant, in this condition Pureblood could only throw away his pride.
That giant half-centipede form transformed back into the suited old man. He stared at the collapsed Pureblood expressionlessly, then suddenly raised his foot and stomped hard.
*SQUISH!*
Pureblood's head was crushed by the stomp, blood spurting in all directions. High-level Monster Association executive, Pureblood, died!
This commotion attracted the attention of other monsters who began gathering at the corridor end and witnessing the incident. Some of them had already realized about the Gold List reward.
"That's Elder Centipede. He entered the Myriad Beasts List and got a reward. That vampire really sought death challenging him. That old guy isn't the patient type!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, so unlucky. Pureblood was quite strong in the association and usually very arrogant, but unfortunately he met Elder Centipede and was directly killed just like that!"
"A high-level executive killed carelessly—will the Chairman blame Elder Centipede?"
"Impossible. The Chairman isn't a fool. Pureblood himself provoked. Elder Centipede now entered the Myriad Beasts List and got a reward; this benefits the association more. Who wants to defend a dead person?"
"Not necessarily. I heard Pureblood has ancient ancestors. Will they let this go?"
Hearing the whispers of monsters around, Elder Centipede only snorted coldly. He didn't care and directly walked out of the building.
Sunlight fell upon him. Elder Centipede stared at his human shadow on the ground for a long time, then suddenly laughed evilly: "Now, I can infiltrate the city to have fun!"
Before, every time he appeared, there were always great tremors and the Hero Association would immediately send backup. Blast and his group always gave him headaches. But now, he could rely on this human form to sneak and search for Blast's traces. He wanted revenge.
Elder Centipede was the vengeful type; his hatred for Blast was already ingrained, and he wouldn't release the chance to avenge it.
While thinking, Elder Centipede began moving quickly. From his feet appeared thousands of small centipede legs supporting his balance while he dashed forward. From a distance, he appeared to float above the ground—a very strange sight.