CHAPTER 527: CHAPTER 518: BLOOD CLAN ANCESTOR

Even the Bloodline Prince is unable to make Bai Yan treat the fight seriously.

No other reason but because Bai Yan, who has mastered the Dragon Vein Nine Forms, is now beyond the realm of an ordinary SSS rank to compete with!

The Demon Warriors standing around the castle hall, just like sculptures, still obeyed Bai Yan’s command.

Motionless, they sealed off all exits of the castle.

This was their master’s battlefield; they believed Bai Yan would surely win!

If the master himself lost, None of them stood a chance to win upon entering the fray!

"Ah, yellow-skinned monkey, fight if you dare! All you do is hide, what kind of skill is that?"

Algernon Matthew, maddened, quickens his offensive and continuously fortifies himself with the Blood Clan’s enhancement magic, elevating his combat power!

"I swear, I will finish this battle within ten seconds! I will slash you with my sword!"

Algernon Matthew’s eyes turn bloodshot as he roars.

As a proud Bloodline Prince, he could never allow his words to go unfulfilled.

Otherwise, it would undoubtedly be a slap in his own face!

"Nine!"

Bai Yan chuckles lightly, suddenly stops dodging, and wraps his arms around An Yan’s delicate body, coldly saying, "As you wish, end the battle within ten seconds."

"Swoosh!"

The Dragon Pattern Sword is drawn, like a serpent transforming into a dragon, and the Demon Sword Intent surges!

"Clash!"

The Dragon Pattern Longsword collides with the thin sword, seemingly without any energy fluctuations, yet effortlessly severs Prince Algernon Matthew’s thin sword.

A crisp sound is followed by the noise of a sharp blade piercing flesh.

"Thud!"

The Dragon Pattern Longsword cuts through the thin sword and continues at a breakneck pace, stabbing straight into Prince Algernon Matthew’s left chest!

Sword into the chest!

Immediately, blood stains the Prince’s torso, the pungent scent of fresh blood stinging Algernon Matthew’s eyes.

He looks down in disbelief at his chest, where the pitch-black Dragon Pattern Longsword is stuck, mocking him.

"It’s... really within ten seconds."

Algernon Matthew mutters to himself, utterly despondent, as if he has lost his soul!

Suddenly, the place falls silent!

The noisy commotion disappears, leaving everyone dumbstruck!

Yes, indeed the battle ended within ten seconds.

But it wasn’t Prince who defeated Bai Yan...

Instead, Bai Yan had vanquished Prince Algernon Matthew within ten seconds!

From beginning to end, Prince Algernon Matthew hadn’t managed to touch Bai Yan at all!

Even with his full might, he couldn’t truly exchange a single stroke with Bai Yan!

By the last second, Bai Yan timed the end of the battle!

This was quite simply a blatant slap in the face!

A slap so loud it rings, burning the faces of all witnesses and Prince Algernon Matthew with humiliation!

Who, after all, couldn’t last ten seconds?

The result was crystal clear!

For Algernon Matthew, this was undoubtedly the greatest humiliation!

Full of confidence into the fray, utterly disgraced in defeat!

This teaches us a lesson: Sometimes, it is too early to boast...

"Hiss~!"

The crowd gasps in shock, stupefied.

"The Prince... even the Prince can’t beat him!"

Someone says with an unmistakably trembling voice, the look in everyone’s eyes as they view Bai Yan is filled with shock and fear.

Bai Yan’s gaze remains ice-cold and indifferent as he looks at Algernon Matthew, which only adds to the irony.

Algernon Matthew, furious, bellows out, "Blood Mist Form!"

"Boom!"

Prince Algernon Matthew’s entire being transforms into a cloud of Blood Mist, whirling and drifting backward, directly retreating onto the Hexagram podium.

"Cough cough!"

As the Blood Mist reveals Algernon Matthew’s form, he clutches the large wound on his left chest, coughing up blood while sneering at Bai Yan, "Didn’t expect that, did you? My heart isn’t on the left at all! So what if your sword hit its mark! You absolutely can’t kill me!"

"Oh?"

Bai Yan raised his eyebrows, casually weaving a sword flower with his blade as he lightly tapped his foot forward, suddenly pressing on: "Then I shall thrust another sword!"

"Sacrifice, arise!"

Seeing Bai Yan’s attack, Algernon Matthew hurriedly shouted loudly, his voice piercingly forlorn.

"Boom!"

A faint Abyss Demon Energy surged up from within the Hexagram Array. The Hexagram was drenched in Algernon Matthew’s own blood, with Blood Mist diffusing and rising into the air.

"Clang!" went the sound.

The Dragon Pattern Longsword was blocked by the Blood Mist!

Bai Yan frowned slightly; his strike had failed, so he quickly retreated while holding An Yan.

It wasn’t that Bai Yan couldn’t kill Prince Algernon Matthew, but the Hexagram made him sense something peculiar.

Although this aura was faint, it was indeed the energy of the Abyss!

But within the Main Plane, besides himself, was there actually someone else who could summon a Demon?

This forced Bai Yan to treat the situation with utmost gravity.

Could it be that the world now had an extra Wild Demon Lord?

Bai Yan stared intently at the blood-hued Hexagram Array.

"Hehehe, Demon sacrifice! Bestow upon my body! Summon my liege! Achieve immortality!"

Algernon Matthew sneered, continuously bending over to cough up blood, yet still articulating the demonic tongue with flawless fluency.

Algernon Matthew’s expression was filled with fanaticism, brimming with excitement.

"What is this?"

The continuous startling changes had already shocked everyone present.

Upon hearing Algernon Matthew’s fervent incantation, some who understood the demonic tongue suddenly exclaimed in shock: "This is... this is the secret technique to bestow a Demon! First, summon the Demon, and then grant the Demon within one’s own body to obtain the formidable strength of a Demon!"

"Good heavens! Prince His Highness actually knows such a secret technique!"

"Summoning a Demon is the simplest of secret techniques, but bestowing a Demon is the most powerful! Throughout the entire Dark Camp, there hasn’t been a single family that has mastered this technique!"

"Prince His Highness is truly risking it all! He is intending to bestow upon himself a Demon of Duke class! And with the power of a Prince, to unleash the Demon’s talent and formidable fighting strength!"

People cried out in disbelief.

Algernon Matthew’s whispers soon ended, and the Hexagram Array began to emit a thick Blood Mist.

"Crack!"

A sound of clashing metals was heard, and at the very center of the Hexagram, a platform revealed a dark abyss, from which a blood-red coffin slowly rose.

"That’s the coffin of the Blood Clan Ancestor Cain!"

As soon as the coffin appeared, the entire crowd exploded in commotion.

Everyone recognized this coffin!

Undoubtedly, the strongest force existing in the Dark Camp, in the world, was the Blood Clan Ancestor Cain!

However, in a holy war thousands of years ago, to protect the Dark Camp from annihilation under the God’s pursuit, Cain confronted God and was severely wounded by Him.

Fortunately, Cain still possessed divinity from before his fall, allowing him to barely survive, though he had to slumber and recuperate within his blood-hued coffin—this sleep lasted thousands of years!

Throughout these millennia, he had never awoken!

Cain, a being comparable to the gods!

He was the Ancestor of the Blood Clan!

His true form lay within this blood-colored coffin, guarded every century by a new keeper among the Princes, exchanged to prevent the Bright Church from discovering and utterly destroying him!

Bai Yan narrowed his eyes, his skin prickling all over.

He could feel a faint essence of pure origin energy pulsating beneath that blood-colored coffin.

Such a gloomy, evil aura—it was the most pure Abyss Demon Energy! Comparable to the power of the God!

This Cain must certainly be an Abyss Creature!

And a very powerful one at that!

The mere aura leaked during his slumbering injuries sent chills down Bai Yan’s spine, indicating how terrifying his strength at his prime must be!

Perhaps, far surpassing the standards of higher Demons!

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

Everyone in the castle hall, without exception, knelt down, facing the blood-colored coffin at the center of the Blood-colored Hexagram Array.

A vast sea of people kneeling, as if greeting an ancient emperor of the highest esteem, each one wearing an expression of utmost devotion and respect, collectively shouting: "We welcome our Ancestor! In your name, grant us eternal immortality!"

The entire crowd, including Prince Algernon Matthew, knelt on the ground, calling out with extreme reverence.

Only Bai Yan and the Demon Warriors stood proudly in the center of the hall, strikingly out of place!