Salute To The General
Chapter 3345 Remain On Your Knees

The palace was surrounded by men in black suits and beautiful women in evening gowns.

They were nobles among the vampires, the elites of their clan.

At that moment, the vampires were looking at Nathan strangely, with mingled expressions of shock, wariness, fear, and confusion. Nathan, on the other hand, strolled toward the palace gate with the leisurely pace of a nobleman attending a soiree.

The guards standing at the gates blocked Nathan's path.

"Without permission, you are not allowed to enter."

Boom!

With a thunderous crash, Nathan sent the vampires flying, shattering the gates in the process.

"Apologies, but I'm not here as a guest," Nathan said calmly. "I won't be needing anybody's permission."

Then, he stepped forward and strolled in. The vampires in the vicinity scowled, but none dared to lash out.

As soon as Nathan walked through the main gate, several figures came rushing over. They were Max and the other princes.

Behind him, on the other hand, were hordes upon hordes of powerful vampire elites, each one looking as if he was facing the most formidable enemy of their career. When Max saw Nathan, his gaze turned particularly grim.

"You've become audacious to dare breach our headquarters on your own, Nathan," he growled.

"You insignificant ants should get out of my way and have Herod himself come out to meet me," Nathan responded coolly.

Insignificant ants!

Max's expression turned extremely unpleasant.

The rest of the King-Class vampires wore similar looks of outrage.

They knew Nathan was as audacious as he was formidable.

However, they never imagined that Nathan was capable of such extremes. To him, the King-Class vampires were no more significant than insects. He's really pushing his luck!

Among the King-Class vampires, Kieran, known for his fiery temper, could no longer hold back another second.

"Do you really think nobody can handle you, Nathan? Today, I will show you that there is always somebody more powerful than you."

With a roar of fury, Kieran dashed toward Nathan like a bolt of lightning, aiming a fist directly at the latter.

Without hesitating, Nathan raised his fist and reciprocated the strike.

Boom!

With a thunderous boom, a shockwave burst forth from where their fists met and spread out in every direction.

Max and the other vampires were forced to retreat.

Every shrub in the courtyard was reduced to dust, leaving the grounds in complete disarray.

Nathan, however, remained perfectly still.

With a dull grunt, Kieran staggered back a dozen steps. His originally pale face was now flushed with a sickly red.

His right arm, like a cooked noodle, was limp. He could no longer raise it.

All of them could tell that Kieran had lost the altercation. He might even have been hurt.

After Nathan sent him back, Kieran did not charge forward again.

Nathan did not bother to pursue further. Instead, he continued walking toward the palace ahead.

The King-Class vampires were both shocked and outraged. Exchanging glances, they were deliberating whether or not to step forward and intercept Nathan. They were aware that if they allowed him to enter, the humiliation would haunt them forever.

As the King-Class vampires hesitated, Max steeled himself and stepped forward. "Watch yourself, Nathan. Let us duel."

As soon as he spoke, he closed in on Nathan in a blink of an eye and aimed a punch with the force of a cannonball at the latter's face.

Nathan leaned back slightly, just enough to avoid Max's punch.

Max was shocked. He noticed that Nathan's strength had seemingly surpassed its previous limits and that he was even more formidable than before.

As Nathan dodged Max's punch, he grabbed Max's wrist with his left hand and gave it a fierce twist.

Even somebody as strong as Max failed to keep his balance. With an involuntary lean forward, he lunged toward Nathan.

With a swift motion, Nathan landed a fierce kick on Max's chin.

Bang!

Max was sent flying. He spun twice in mid-air before landing heavily on his knees. The impact was so intense that it shattered the marble tiles on the ground.

His face was etched with pain. He

was about to struggle to his feet when Nathan's icy voice echoed in his ears, "Remain on your knees. If you dare stand, I will kill you.

Max stiffened. Inexplicably, he found himself lacking the courage to stand up. Instead, he remained kneeling on the ground, staring blankly as Nathan walked past him.