The Liangzhou Ding was right under his nose.
Chen Nan absolutely would not allow anyone to snatch away the supreme artifact from Eastern world mythology right under his watch.
Though he couldn't fly.
His figure was swift as if flying, and he quickly arrived at the elevator entrance.
At this moment, the elevator was ascending.
However.
As the elevator rose, a creaking sound could be heard.
It was evident.
Each of the Nine Cauldrons weighed several thousand jin.
Though he didn't know the weight of the Liangzhou Ding.
It was conservatively estimated to be at least five thousand jin.
Coupled with the many people inside the elevator.
The current weight should have reached the elevator's maximum load capacity.
Ding!
The elevator stopped ascending.
A crisp sound was heard.
The next second.
The elevator doors slowly opened.
What met his eyes were two red-eyed vampires.
Their gazes were cold.
Four sharp fangs showed at the corners of their mouths.
Behind them were four Blood Clan experts, struggling to carry the Liangzhou Ding as they walked out.
Without exception.
The aura of these six individuals was strong.
But Chen Nan was fearless.
His physical body was invincible.
And his silver needles could be used as weapons.
He could completely contend with them.
At the very least, he could gauge the difference in strength between himself and them.
Just then.
A cold voice came from a RV in the distance: "Mr. Claude, we are here only for this cauldron. I hope you do not make an enemy of the Norton family!"
Chen Nan followed the sound.
In the darkness, from an RV, a young man in his twenties was elegantly holding a glass of red wine.
His face was like jade, and he was exceptionally handsome.
However.
The red wine in his hand was fresh blood.
His deep crimson pupils exuded strangeness and power.
To be honest.
Chen Nan was confident he could deal with the six Blood Clan experts in the elevator.
But facing this man.
He felt a sense of danger.
"So it's Lord Henry. Since you desire this cauldron, I could have someone deliver it to you with a phone call. Why come here personally?" Claude's posture was humble, a faint smile on his face.
Chen Nan stopped his intention to act.
He hadn't interacted with Claude much, but he could tell this man was both brave and resourceful.
Since he had said this.
The Liangzhou Ding would have to be taken by the other party for now.
Though unwilling.
But his strength was being suppressed by the rules of the Western world.
Thus.
Chen Nan watched them take the Liangzhou Ding away with his own eyes.
"Mr. Chen, please forgive my presumption in letting them take the cauldron." Claude's face was full of apology as he bowed deeply to Chen Nan.
Chen Nan looked in the direction the car had departed: "That person, is his strength very great?"
Claude said: "There are three great families in the Blood Clan. The one just now was named Norton Henry, the grandson of the Blood Emperor of the Norton family. He now possesses Lord-level strength."
Chen Nan's brows furrowed: "Why do the Blood Clan want to fight over the Liangzhou Ding?"
Morgan Duncan had also come for the Liangzhou Ding.
And now, another Lord from the Norton family had appeared.
They were all after the Liangzhou Ding.
This matter was very unusual.
Claude said: "I have read in ancient texts that a very, very long time ago, the rules of Heaven's Way in the Western world collapsed."
"Then, some powerful individuals from the Western world went to the East and stole three cauldrons."
"A three-way balance."
"Only then was the annihilation of the Western Heaven's Way rules avoided."
"As for whether these three cauldrons have other uses, I don't know."
Chen Nan nodded slightly: "There are three families in the Blood Clan, and now two families are vying for the Liangzhou Ding. It seems this thing must have some miraculous use for the Blood Clan."
"If that's the case, then let's stir up some trouble!"
Claude couldn't help but ask: "You want to incite a slaughter among the three families?"
Chen Nan grunted.
Having just entered the Western world.
His strength was suppressed.
Encountering cultivators from the Western world would pose a great danger.
Therefore.
He had to be cautious.
Not too reckless, or he might very well die here.
And now.
Chen Nan intended to instigate conflict among the Blood Clan.
When they were killing each other indiscriminately.
He would employ the tactic of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
Chen Nan took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and said: "Tell me about the Western cultivation world. Besides the Blood Clan and werewolves, what else is there in the Western world?"
This question entered Claude's area of expertise. He replied: "The Blood Clan and werewolves are merely species abandoned by the gods. The strongest cultivators in the Western world are the Holy See of Light."
"The Holy See of Light has mages and paladins."
"Of course, there is also the Dark Temple."
"The Dark Temple and the Holy See of Light are mortal enemies."
"However, cultivators of the Dark Temple can also practice magic, though it is necromantic magic."
"Magic?" Chen Nan frowned: "Is it summoning the five elements?"
Claude nodded: "Yes, mages can cast elemental magic."
"Like this?"
*Snap!*
Chen Nan snapped his fingers.
A faint wisp of flame appeared at his fingertips.
Then.
He lit the cigarette in his mouth.
He took a puff with an expression of bliss.
"Oh my god!"
Claude's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes filled with deep shock: "Aren't you a cultivator from the Eastern world?"
"Why can you cast magic?"
"No, no, no!"
"When mages cast spells, they have to chant incantations and there's a buffer period."
"But you didn't chant any incantations just now, nor was there any buffer period!"
Chen Nan said indifferently: "Although I am a cultivator from the Eastern world, your Western world's magic is child's play to me."
Putting aside his words.
Chen Nan's heart was still unable to calm down.
One had to know that the power of laws was something only a ninth-level Immortal Emperor could comprehend and control.
He hadn't expected that mages in the Western world could borrow the power of laws with their mortal bodies.
It seemed.
He still couldn't underestimate the cultivators of the Western world.
En.
It was only like this.
He had mastered seven kinds of law power.
With just this move, it shouldn't be difficult to sweep across the Western cultivation world, right?
He raised his head and looked at the night sky.
A hint of disdain appeared on his face.
You're suppressing my cultivation and not letting me use my cultivator's abilities?
Fine.
Then I'll use magic to defeat magic!
"You frame Norton Henry for the murder of Morgan Duncan, and I'll handle the rest." Chen Nan said to Claude, then slowly closed his eyes.
The Great Roc Technique belonged to the law of space.
Since the West played with laws.
It should be possible to use this move, right?
En.
Since you're suppressing my cultivation, I'll exploit a bug!
The next second!
It was as if he was suspended by wires, and under Claude's shocked gaze, he slowly lifted off the ground.
Then he flew out of the manor.
*Plop!*
Seeing Chen Nan fly away, Claude collapsed onto the ground, beads of sweat dripping down his face: "Mr. Chen can fly? This is an ability only a ninth-level mage possesses!"
Shocked as he was, he showed a look of anticipation: "I really don't know what kind of storm this man will stir up in the Western world!"