CHAPTER 546: CHAPTER 537: THE DARK COUNCIL SUBMITS

"Demons! He is a Demon!"

"Only a Demon could possess such a dense Abyss aura!"

...

The other Disciples looked on with shocked faces, unable to believe what they saw in Bai Yan, who now resembled a pure-blooded Dark Emperor whom all subjects must kneel before!

"No, he’s not a Demon! A Demon would not impede the rise of the Dark Race!" exclaimed the Bloodline Prince both anxiously and angrily in a low roar.

His eyes widened as he vehemently denied it.

Even though he recognized the terrifying aura beside Bai Yan from the depths of the Abyss, he absolutely could not admit Bai Yan’s identity!

In his heart, no matter who Bai Yan was, today he must die!

The Thirteen Disciples had controlled the Dark Council for thousands of years; the sight of submitting because of Bai Yan’s appearance was something none of the Disciples wanted to witness.

Human greed does not allow everyone to be like Algernon Matthew, who would relinquish supreme power for the sake of their beliefs.

Even if a Demon itself arrived, it would not be allowed!

"Right! He is not a Demon!"

"Kill him! With the Twelve Disciples united, we can surely cast him into the Abyss forever!"

"Let him experience the true terror of the Abyss!"

"Everyone, attack! Kill him!"

The other eleven Disciples took a deep breath, their eyes flashing menacingly as they looked at Bai Yan.

...

"Boom!!"

A supremely terrifying aura erupted around the Twelve Disciples, causing the low-ranking Vampire waiters inside the café to experience a violent rebellion of the blood in their bodies, making them feel near death.

These were thirteen prince-level formidable beings, the Thirteen Disciples forming a siege to surround Bai Yan.

"A bunch of ignorant fools."

Bai Yan’s eyes were cold as ice, his lips curling into a bone-chillingly cold smile.

He was quite curious to see what expression Cain would have if he knew of the Thirteen Disciples’ current state, seeing their denial of a real Demon.

"Squeak..."

At this tense moment, the café’s wooden door was slowly pushed open.

A handsome and dashing man walked in slowly, a noble and proud smile on his lips, his blood-red scepter strikingly conspicuous in his hand.

He was so noble, like an ancient gentleman who had stepped out of a medieval masterpiece painting.

Dashing, indifferent, confident, he was a natural-born aristocrat!

"Tap, tap, tap."

His boots tapped on the floor of the café.

Under everyone’s gaze, each step he took seemed to harshly trample on their hearts.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The Thirteen Disciples, including Algernon Matthew, felt as if their hearts were grasped by an invisible giant hand, trembling with the man’s footsteps.

My God!

This was too terrifying!

Who exactly was he!

An invisible pressure filled the café.

This mysterious man was very powerful! Even stronger than the Pope!

The Disciples of the Dark Council looked at Cain on alert; they had only felt such overpowering pressure when facing the Pope and the Eastern Blood Dragon!

No!

The pressure from this man was even greater than that of a Demigod!

He seemed like a true, omnipotent deity!

"Your bloodline power is too weak."

Cain looked at his descendants, sighing heavily with disappointment.

Thousands of years ago, the Blood Clan was a top power in the Abyss under Cain’s leadership, even capable of rivaling Demons!

Now, not only were they driven out of the Abyss, but even the top-level Bloodline Princes could not match a level five Demon!

It was evident how much the Blood Clan had declined compared to a thousand years ago!

"Who are you! How dare you utter such bold words in front of the Dark Council!"

"His scepter really resembles the ancestral Blood Clan Spirit Wand!"

"Could it be that this Hua Xia Abnormal has truly awakened the Ancestor?"

...

Everyone’s faces were one of horror, an unexpected answer emerging in their minds!

Perhaps, the Ancestor really had awakened!

It was Cain!

Cain as a God, though fallen, could not be seen easily; even those who saw him would soon forget, such was the law of a God.

"No! Impossible! The Ancestor Cain holds a noble status; how could he be so easily aided by someone! It must be some trick played by this cunning Hua Xia Abnormal!" the Bloodline Prince exclaimed in disbelief!

"He’s a fake!"

The Bloodline Prince grit his teeth, bearing the pressure and rebuked in a low voice.

"You! Are you doubting my identity!"

Cain looked furiously at the Bloodline Prince, lightly tapping the Blood Clan Spirit Wand in mid-air.

"Buzz!"

Invisible ripples instantly stirred up ripples in the Void.

In a flash, Blood Mist permeated the cafe, so dense that blood droplets could almost drip down. Everyone felt like they were deeply submerged in a sea of blood, even breathing became a luxury!

"Blood! It’s actually real blood!"

"Demons above, what kind of Forbidden Technique is this!"

"Blood Erosion! It’s actually Blood Erosion!"

"A unique kind of Blood Erosion! The true Blood Erosion!"

The Thirteen Disciples felt a blackout before their eyes, as an infinite sea of blood surged toward them, seeming to completely engulf them.

This was true fear!

They genuinely felt suffocation and their own fragility, like rootless duckweed, their existence overturned in an instant!

...

What Prince! What Thirteen Disciples!

Everything, in the face of true power, seemed so fragile!

All Disciples changed color, knowing that even the highest strength among them, the Bloodline Prince, could only release a whiff of blood energy when unleashing the Blood Erosion Forbidden Technique!

Yet this person enveloped the entire cafe within the grips of Blood Erosion!

Such power was truly terrifying!

"Ignite!"

Cain’s lips moved slightly, uttering a single word softly.

"Boom!!"

The previously calm Blood Mist instantly boiled over, with blood seas raising towering waves.

It was as if the towering sea of blood was roaring, forcefully smashing these Dark Disciples to the ground!

When these Dark Disciples wanted to resist, they shockingly discovered their powers were uncontrollable!

Their formidable Prince-level strength, SSS-ranked Abnormal strength, rendered useless, all senses completely sealed off!

Submission! They must submit to this man!

Otherwise, they would die!

All the Blood Clan Disciples felt an undeniable thought rising in their hearts, a thought originating from the suppression of their bloodlines!

Immense fear enveloped everyone’s hearts.

At this moment, everyone present affirmed Cain’s identity!

Other than the Ancestor, not even a Father God could suppress them so thoroughly!

"Ancestor, spare our lives! We dare not again!"

"Please Ancestor, redeem us, forgive us for not recognizing your identity!"

The Thirteen Disciples, whether Blood Clan, Werewolf King, or Dark Mage, uniformly trembled as they prostrated on the ground, foreheads touching the floor, tragically kowtowing, their trembling voices begging for Cain’s mercy.

...

"Humph."

Cain snorted softly, the blood sea towering, the intent between heaven and earth suddenly rose, covering the entire Paris with clouds in a flash!

This was the true might of a Demigod!

Resonating with heaven and earth!

My wrath, heavens also wrath!

Under the torture of Blood Erosion, all the Dark Disciples felt as though their souls were being scorched in a furnace!

The severe pain made them cover their heads rolling on the ground and begging for mercy!

It was too painful, even the Grim Reaper’s scythe seemed especially kind in front of such pain!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The intense screams kept echoing, no one could bear the severe agony from their souls.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Bai Yan shook his head with a smile, casually sipping his coffee, having already set up an Illusion Realm that severed the cafe from the mundane world.

Even if a massive commotion happened inside the cafe, no one outside in the world would know.

"Ancestor, spare our lives!"

"We know our mistake!"

The voices of the Princes were filled with severe pain, causing a tremble at the heartstrings.

Algernon Matthew shivered, breaking out in a sweat, his heart filled with fear and trepidation, he stood behind Bai Yan, keeping his head down, not daring to utter another word.

Oh my!

What kind of Divine Arts has the master used? Even gods cannot awaken the originally slumbering Ancestor!

Algernon Matthew’s heart panicked yet felt fortunate, grateful that he pledged loyalty in advance, otherwise, he’d be among the Princes facing a life and death threat.

"Humph! I spare your lives for now! Should there be a next time, I will definitely cast your souls into the Abyss to perish forever!"

Cain snorted coldly, lightly drawing the Blood Clan Spirit Wand in the Void, retracting the Blood Mist, and instantly restoring the cafe to its original state.

Only those twelve pale-faced, exhausted Dark Disciples gasping on the floor proved that a great terror had taken place here.

Without Bai Yan’s command, Cain would not strike down these twelve Dark Disciples.

He merely intended to teach these Dark Disciples a lesson, as Cain, who serves the master, how could he allow these insignificant beings to insult!

Blood Erosion is a Forbidden Technique capable of corroding the souls of gods. If Cain were to go all out, these disciples’ souls would instantly be consumed!