CHAPTER 545: CHAPTER 536: I AM THE ABYSS!

"So, what if Cain really awakens?"

Bai Yan said with a smile, pressing in every step of the way.

"Hua Xia man, you think you can use the progenitor Cain to coerce us? You underestimate the Thirteen Disciples too much!"

The Bloodline Prince sneered: "I know why you have come here. Are you worried that the Holy War might start anew?"

"Were you sent by the Huaxia Sect? Trying to split the Church Court’s power and sabotage the Holy War, using the progenitor Cain as a front, right?"

A Bloodline Prince suddenly threw out a guess.

Instantly, the three silent Werewolf Kings raised their heads, their eyes unfriendly and fixated on Bai Yan.

The Holy War, it involved more than just the interests of the Church Court, it was also a new rise opportunity for the Dark Council.

The Thirteen Disciples were all staunch supporters of the new Holy War!

"Hua Xia man, let me tell you, even if Cain awakens, we are the Disciples, and the Dark Council too is under our control! And you, charlatan, shall meet your demise here today!"

A Bloodline Prince stood up, growling with his eyes fixed on Bai Yan. The intent to kill rose from the wooden table, enveloping towards Bai Yan.

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

Several Bloodline Princes got up one after another, approaching Bai Yan, encircling him.

"What are you doing!"

Algernon Matthew’s complexion drastically changed. If all these princes took action together, he alone would not be able to protect Bai Yan.

As for Bai Yan, he still wore a smile, not the least bit afraid.

"Facing death, do you have any last words? As a gentleman and a Bloodline Prince, I can send someone to take your last words back to Hua Xia."

One of the Bloodline Princes sneered endlessly, his narrow and cold eyes indecently sizing up Bai Yan.

"Considering you might serve me in the future, I can forgive your offense, but though the death penalty can be spared, the living punishment is inescapable!"

Bai Yan lounged lazily on the soft sofa, speaking indifferently.

"Damn, such an ignorant Hua Xia man! I want to see what gives you the audacity to be so arrogant!"

That Bloodline Prince’s face turned ashen, as soon as his words finished.

"Swoosh!"

The whole person turned into a bloody shadow, charging towards Bai Yan.

Terrifying aura surged, and the cold intent to kill filled the luxurious and romantic coffee shop.

Even that dragon from Hua Xia had to be cautious when facing the Thirteen Disciples working together; this Hua Xia Abnormal truly knew nothing of death! To dare look down upon us!

The rest of the Disciples watched Bai Yan with schadenfreude. In their eyes, Bai Yan was undoubtedly doomed today!

This Hua Xia man with tremendous audacity will have the honor of witnessing the true terror of the Thirteen Disciples today.

This is SSS-ranked Hua Xia Abnormal blood, and he also controls mature dragon veins; just the thought is tempting!

"You’re too arrogant! Daring to harm my master!"

Algernon Matthew saw the prince take action without a word and his face changed dramatically, quickly and without hesitation he positioned himself in front of Bai Yan.

"Bang!"

A massive energy from the clash of the two Bloodline Princes suddenly erupted, blood essence rampant, with bat illusions and shrill cries fading in and out of the void.

The waiters in the coffee shop all turned pale, trembling in terror under the fearsome presence of the Bloodline Prince, unable to help but collapse on the ground.

"Boom boom boom!"

Algernon Matthew was forced back several steps by this energy, but the Bloodline Prince remained unmoved.

The disparity in their might was clear at a glance!

"To acknowledge a Hua Xia Abnormal as master, you are truly a disgrace to our Blood Clan! Today, in the name of the progenitor Cain, I shall purge the rebellion from our Blood Clan!"

The Bloodline Prince’s face turned ashen, looking at Algernon Matthew furiously. He clenched his fist, a punch with an almost tangible blood essence lashing towards Algernon.

"Boom!"

Many felt their blood stir inside, finding it difficult to breathe. This was the mightiest Bloodline Prince! The ruler among the contemporary Blood Clan!

His power was so formidable, it caused despair in people’s hearts.

"Come! Fight! I swear to defend my master’s honor till death!"

Facing this punch capable of severely injuring him, Algernon Matthew didn’t flinch and took a step forward, his expression solemn, channeling all his strength trying to block the blow!

This had nothing to do with the dark pact but pure knightly spirit.

Even if he became a corpse, he must halt the enemy’s advance!

To die for one’s master is the knight’s honor!

"Bang!"

The Bloodline Prince’s terrifying punch missed, only hitting Algernon Matthew’s afterimage; he vanished from the spot.

It wasn’t that Algernon Matthew was too fast, but Bai Yan had intervened.

"Step back, you’re no match for him."

As Algernon Matthew was prepared to die, Bai Yan’s indifferent voice quietly came through.

Bai Yan made his move, preventing Algernon Matthew from taking that undefeatable punch.

He turned his head to look and found that, at some point, Bai Yan, holding the Dragon Pattern Longsword, was standing behind him.

"Very well, then I shall slay you, the master, first before cleaning house!"

The Bloodline Prince, seeing Bai Yan taking the initiative to meet the challenge, sneered coldly, looking contemptuously at Bai Yan.

"Swoosh!"

The Bloodline Prince’s speed surged again, aiming straight for Bai Yan’s neck!

However...

"Snap!"

A crisp sound echoed throughout Le Coquelicot café.

The murderous Bloodline Prince was directly sent flying by Bai Yan using the flat of the Dragon Pattern Longsword, brutally smashing into the wall.

Looking at the Bloodline Prince’s jaw skewed by Bai Yan’s strike, everyone present couldn’t help but subconsciously touch their own faces.

Looking back at Bai Yan, with his indifferent sword in hand and an inscrutable smile lingering on his lips, he resembled the peerless swordsman from ancient Hua Xia; his every draw and sheathe was smooth and natural, full of profound mysteries, and beyond anyone’s comprehension.

"Damn you! You lowly Hua Xia Abnormal, how dare you injure me, I will slowly torture your soul!"

The Bloodline Prince readjusted his jaw with his hand, the pain within reminding him incessantly, filling him with humiliation; his eyes burned with ultimate rage, as if his gaze alone could incinerate his enemy!

This strike from Bai Yan was not with his full strength, merely a casual sword strike, which did not cause any substantial harm to the Bloodline Prince, but it was a huge blow to his pride!

The venerable Bloodline Prince, one of the Thirteen Disciples of the Dark Council, was sent flying by a sword strike from an SSS-rated Hua Xia Abnormal. If word of this got out, he would surely become the laughingstock of the entire Dark World!

"&;.p;ap;ap;*）￥#...￥&;/p;a;am;*￥#￥..."

Under everyone’s gaze, the Bloodline Prince murmured a profound Blood Clan Spell, his dark red robe stirring without wind, surrounded by nearly tangible blood energy!

"My god, the Prince is actually using the forbidden Blood Erosion Magic against an Abnormal!"

"The Prince intends to torment that Hua Xia Abnormal’s soul!"

"Ever since the last time the thirteen Princes joined forces using Blood Erosion to defeat the Pope, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen this terrifying Blood Clan Magic born from the Abyss Land!"

Seeing the Bloodline Prince resort to the Secret Technique of the Blood Clan to deal with a Hua Xia Abnormal, the rest of the Disciples gasped in low voices, their gazes upon Bai Yan as if looking at a dead man.

"What is this Blood Erosion Spell?" asked Bai Yan, watching the Bloodline Prince’s aura grow increasingly formidable.

"Master, this Blood Erosion is a forbidden technique of the Blood Clan that can corrode one’s soul; even the Pope dares not face it head-on!" explained Algernon Matthew hastily, his eyes full of worry as he watched the scene unfold before him.

He wanted to remind his master that this Blood Clan Magic was a forbidden technique even to the Bloodline Prince! Terrifyingly dreadful!

But seeing Bai Yan’s confident and proud figure, Algernon Matthew struggled with how to voice his concern.

Corrode one’s soul?

Bai Yan chuckled softly, his deep eyes seemed to harbor endless stars. He knew well that in his own territory, there are still several souls enduring infinite torture!

In this world, who is more adept at soul magic than the Demon?

For the Bloodline Prince to use soul magic in his presence was akin to a novice playing the fool!

"Die!"

The Bloodline Prince sneered viciously, waving a single hand, and blood energy instantly enveloped Bai Yan, penetrating his body!

"Hmph, mere trifling tricks!"

With a cold snort from Bai Yan, a bizarre azure-blue flame suddenly appeared around him!

This was one of the Abyssal Cerberus’ talents, the Abyss Fire that can incinerate all things!

The Blood Erosion cast by the Bloodline Prince was surrounded by the Netherworld Fire and burned with cracking sounds!

"Pfft!"

The Bloodline Prince involuntarily spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, feeling powerless all over, his Inner Qi in disarray. He collapsed in front of Bai Yan, his complexion extremely pale!

Consumed by the Netherworld Fire, his Blood Erosion had been reduced to ashes; he was now suffering from severe magical backlash!

"What! The Prince was actually injured by a Hua Xia Abnormal!"

"Is this a joke? Are my eyes deceiving me?"

"What exactly is this flame, to be able to suppress the technique of Blood Erosion!"

"Terrifying! I can feel it, this flame harbors great danger! Profound terror!"

The rest of the Dark Council Disciples, seeing the Bloodline Prince injured, were utterly astounded! Shock, fear, and disbelief flowed through every Disciple’s heart.

Suddenly, the whole place fell silent, as quiet as the grave.

One should know that this Bloodline Prince’s combat prowess is one of the top among the Thirteen Disciples! Even if the Pope himself took action, he would not dare to claim that he could subdue this Bloodline Prince with one move!

Could it be that this man... is more terrifying than the Pope, who is a Demigod?

Seeing the Disciples with faces filled with shock, Bai Yan’s figure suddenly shifted, an overwhelming abyssal aura rampaging throughout Le Coquelicot café.

"Boom!!!!"

His momentum burst forth, deep and vast like the abyss, causing everyone to involuntarily shudder in their souls, as if being watched by the pitch-black terror of the Abyss.

"Clap Clap Clap Clap!"

Every glass within the café instantly exploded, all the coffee, alcohol, windows, and crystal chandeliers could not withstand Bai Yan’s terrifying aura, they shattered under the pressure, flinging debris in horrifying disarray!

"Blood Erosion?"

Bai Yan raised an eyebrow, his black hair moving without wind, his body swirling with a dreadful presence. His tone was somewhat lazy, but with an evil nobility: "It seems, the so-called forbidden spell of the Blood Clan, isn’t much to speak of."

Blood Erosion was born from the Abyss.

And Bai Yan, he was the Abyss!