Broly was momentarily startled.
Immediately following that, however, he felt a dangerous aura surging from behind and swiftly dodged to the side.
A heavy punch carrying intense wind pressure brushed past his body.
When he clearly saw the appearance of the “attacker,” little Broly couldn’t help but freeze for a second, nearly getting hit by the opponent’s second fist.
The attacker couldn’t just be described as identical to little Broly—it was practically impossible to tell them apart.
“Heh-heh-heh…” Dracula burst into arrogant laughter.
“…I originally didn’t want to use such powerful magic, but you forced my hand!” It turned out that the fellow had just used magic to construct a clone possessing the exact same abilities as little Broly.
This was a powerful spell from the Darkhold, one of Dracula’s absolute trump cards.
Before this, it wasn’t that Dracula was unwilling to use magic, but rather that he didn’t dare to use it lightly.
The magic he knew ultimately required borrowing power from Chthon—the God of Dark Magic, the Elder God of Chaos, and Master of the Dark Dimension.
Every debt had to be repaid.
Especially when borrowing from a demon lord.
Therefore, every time Dracula used these spells, he had to pay a steep price afterward.
Beyond that, every single time he used magic, without exception, he would be detected by the Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One.
If the magic he used was too deeply connected to Chthon, the Ancient One would open a sparking portal and manifest right in front of him.
Having once experienced being trapped in a time loop by that bald woman—getting whipped continuously with a magical whip for an entire year—he never dared to use magic carelessly again.
This time, however, he had been pushed too far, forcing him to risk getting strung up and beaten by the Ancient One to cast such powerful magic.
Right now, he was practically bursting with rage.
Heaven knew that upon setting foot on the North American continent this time, Dracula truly hadn’t intended to cause any trouble at all.
He had merely heard that a half-human, half-vampire nicknamed “Blade” had appeared here—one who could move freely in daylight, didn’t fear silver or garlic, and frequently hunted vampires.
As the progenitor of the vampire race, Dracula had developed some interest in Blade and wanted to see this unusual descendant.
Yet he had barely arrived in New York, before he could even finish his first post-landing meal, when someone grabbed his head and beat him black and blue.
And the one beating him was a child, no less!
“You damn little brat, you’re dead!” Dracula declared with a contorted face, then turned his gaze to Curze.
“And that includes you!” …
“Why?” Liam Price asked, looking at the bald woman before him with an unfriendly tone.
“Why did you teleport me here?” Not long ago, as soon as Broly started pummeling Dracula, he and Curze had dropped out of that strange “stealth mode.” The two brothers’ ki had reappeared.
And because of that, Liam Price had finally located the two little brats and rushed over at full speed.
However, just as Liam Price was about to arrive at his destination, a sparking portal appeared in midair.
Moving too fast to stop, Liam Price plunged straight through the portal.
The next moment, he found himself atop a snow-capped mountain peak, facing a bald woman wearing a thin cloth robe.
Liam Price naturally recognized this woman.
Back when he watched the movies, the actress’s unique charisma had left a deep impression on him.
The problem was that just as Liam Price had located his two sons, the Ancient One had instantly dragged him all the way from Manhattan, New York, to the Himalayas…
This move really stoked the flames of irritation inside him.
Upon seeing Liam Price, the Ancient One placed her hands behind her back and spoke: “Greetings, stranger who brought two children into our realm.
I am the guardian of Earth in this world, the Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One.” She directly exposed Liam Price’s identity while introducing herself.
“Stranger, you need not worry that I will harm you or your sons.
In fact, if you pose no threat to this universe and Earth, we might never have crossed paths in our entire lives…” Liam Price now possessed psychic talent as well, and from the Ancient One’s words, he could tell she was speaking from the heart.
Toward him—an outsider—as well as Curze and Broly, the Ancient One did not seem to harbor the hostility typical of “locals.” “…Furthermore, among the infinite multiverse, individuals from parallel worlds occasionally arriving in another universe is hardly anything new.
I have visited other parallel worlds before and met myself in those dimensions.
Without exception, in every parallel universe, I am the Sorcerer Supreme.
From your tone earlier, Mr.
Price, you must also know my counterpart in your world.
Therefore, you should be clear about my duty: to protect Earth and the universe from being destroyed by terrible magic and supernatural entities.” Hearing this, Liam Price understood: while the Ancient One had recognized him as an outsider, she mistakenly assumed he was a transmigrator from some parallel Marvel universe.
In that case, he might as well let her go on believing it.
Right now, Liam Price had a more important question to ask: “From what you’re saying, are you implying I almost destroyed the world just now?
I was merely trying to find my two youngest sons.
What capability do I have that could possibly escalate to the level of world destruction?” As he spoke, Liam Price slowly approached the Sorcerer Supreme, his momentum rising steadily with every step.
Yet the Ancient One remained unfazed, simply looking quietly into Liam Price’s eyes.
“You truly are a stubborn man,” the Ancient One smiled softly, her eyes seemingly peering through the long river of time.
“For someone of your character, the best way to convince you might be to let you try for yourself—after all, as an ancient Chinese saying goes, ‘One will not turn back until hitting the southern wall.’ However, I must warn you: you were just on the verge of trying to kill someone you are fated to be unable to kill.
As for your repeated attempts, I have viewed 9,999 possible outcomes, and nearly all of them ultimately lead to the destruction of the world.
Now, I will grant you one chance to try, after which I will use the Eye of Agamotto to bring you back to this exact moment.
When that time comes, what should be done…” Before the Ancient One could finish her sentence, Liam Price shot straight into the sky.
Even though he had been teleported to the Himalayas, his sensory awareness remained locked onto New York.
Just moments ago, he had sensed little Broly’s ki fading!
Broly was injured!
What father worried for his son’s safety would have time to listen to someone babble on—even if she was the Sorcerer Supreme!
Liam Price surged north at a blinding speed that nearly broke through the atmosphere, taking the shortest route over the North Pole to rush straight from the Himalayas toward New York.
Watching the direction in which he vanished, the Ancient One was briefly stunned.
She hadn’t expected him to actually fly off without a second thought.
And at such immense speed!
Without using a portal, within the atmosphere, it seemed the Ancient One truly had no ready-made spell that could catch up to Liam Price.
“Honestly, you could have just asked me to open a portal for you.
That would have been much faster.”