CHAPTER 547: CHAPTER 538: HANDING OVER THE BLOOD CROSS

"Pay homage to the Ancestor Cain!"

"Pay homage to the Ancestor Cain!"

"Pay homage to the Ancestor Cain!"

...

The Twelve Disciples prostrated on the ground, bowing deeply, fearing they had once again angered Cain.

The pain from their souls was something they would never forget!

"It was you who took the lead just now, wasn’t it?"

Under everyone’s gaze, Cain, holding the scepter, walked unhurriedly to the constantly bowing Bloodline Prince.

In Cain’s deep eyes was a peculiar black aura. With just his light words, he could make the Bloodline Prince clearly feel his blood surging uncontrollably toward his heart!

That’s the true terror of Cain. He is the oldest master of the Blood Clan!

No matter the situation, he would not lose absolute control over every member of the Blood Clan!

How terrifying!

"Ancestor, spare my life! My actions were solely to empower the Dark Council!"

At this moment, where was the Bloodline Prince’s air of arrogance? His facial expressions nearly portrayed a cry, his head banging frantically against the wooden floor with a thumping sound!

Now this Bloodline Prince had none of the dignity befitting a prince, looking utterly pitiful.

The wooden floor of the cafe was stained with fresh blood. Fearful of using the slightest power in front of Ancestor Cain, he banged his head like a mortal without stopping!

The other Disciples subconsciously moved back, dreading being implicated by the Bloodline Prince.

"For the rise of the Dark Council? Then you should know that the forces of darkness must heed my command! Do you have any objections to this?" Cain’s calm tone was filled with indisputable resolve.

"Reporting back to the Ancestor, we have no objections!"

The Thirteen Dark Council Disciples exchanged glances with bitter hearts, and replied in unison.

Everyone could feel the hint of murderous intent in Cain’s words!

The Ancestor could easily snuff out their lives with a flick of his fingers.

The positions of the Thirteen Dark Council Disciples were significant and their power great, but none as precious as their lives!

In front of Cain, they didn’t even dare muster the courage to resist!

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Cain approached Bai Yan, holding the scepter and respectfully performed a servant’s gesture.

"Now that the Dark Council has been subdued, my lord, please instruct how these Abyss Disciples should be punished."

Cain respectfully asked Bai Yan for guidance.

As Cain’s voice fell,

Suddenly,

The whole room was in shock! The atmosphere was dead silent to the extreme!

What?!

Our Ancestor is actually acknowledging this Hua Xia Abnormal as his master?

The Thirteen Disciples’ faces were incredulous as they looked at Cain, then at Bai Yan who was lying leisurely on the sofa, savoring the red wine, their hearts as chaotic as a spilled bottle of mixed flavors.

It seems that the Ancestor’s injury must have also been healed by this Hua Xia Abnormal!

My God, just how powerful is this Hua Xia Abnormal?!

Even demigod-level beings were helpless against the Ancestor’s injuries, could it be that this Hua Xia Abnormal’s strength is even more terrifying than a demigod’s?!

Just moments ago, they almost confronted an entity more fearsome than a demigod!

While the present Disciples were in shock, they also felt an indescribable relief at having survived a calamity.

As to why Cain would acknowledge an eastern Abnormal as his master, these Dark Disciples were puzzled but dared not ask.

After all, it was an elder’s affair, and children should not interject.

In front of Cain, these Dark Council Disciples were less than even grandchildren!

Cain belongs to the first generation of the Blood Clan, while the oldest amongst the Bloodline Princes were only of the fifth or sixth generation.

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Perhaps because the Blood Clan has a fondness for fresh blood, they similarly grew fond of red wine, which is the color of blood.

The longer the lifespan of the members of the Blood Clan, the more red wine they collect in their homes!

The bottle Bai Yan was drinking from was a top-quality wine from Lafite Winery, carefully preserved by Prince Matthew as the first bottle of red wine brewed by the winery.

"This wine is not bad."

Bai Yan set the goblet aside and couldn’t help but praise lazily.

"If my lord likes it, I will have my subordinates send over some more later."

Cain gracefully poured half a glass of red wine for Bai Yan, then retreated to the side, holding the scepter and nodding slightly, quietly waiting for Bai Yan’s command.

His bearing was precisely that of a Middle Ages knight guarding his family head!

At this moment, the twelve Bloodline Princes were feeling uneasy, as they could not fathom Bai Yan’s thoughts.

Especially the Bloodline Prince who had previously attacked Bai Yan—sweating profusely, his entire body trembling, he didn’t dare to look up at Bai Yan. He was terrified that, should Bai Yan become unhappy, he would command the ancestor Cain to kill him!

With just one order from Bai Yan, ancestor Cain would definitely cast them into the Abyss!

It could be said that their lives were entirely in Bai Yan’s hands!

Prince Matthew, standing to the side, watching this scene, felt increasing reverence for Bai Yan.

To be able to submit to such a powerful demon was his honor!

"In light of your service to the Dark Council, I offer you a chance! Sign it!"

Swish, swish, swish...

With a grand wave of his hand, Bai Yan materialized twelve contracts as dark as ink and with a mysterious aura, before everyone.

The Dark Council comprised thirteen factions, each controlled by the Thirteen Disciples.

If Bai Yan killed them, those forces would become scattered, which would also be a problem for him.

The influence of the Dark Council spread to every corner of the globe, with a total membership numbering over a million. With Bai Yan’s rank, it was impossible to sign contracts with them all!

The most convenient method at present was to directly subjugate the Thirteen Disciples.

While the Dark Council outwardly had the Thirteen Disciples in control, deciding on major issues by vote, behind the scenes, it had already become Bai Yan’s private force.

Aside from Matthew, the other twelve Disciples eagerly gazed at the black contracts before them and, without hesitation, used their True Names to sign the demon contracts!

This was the aura of the Abyss!

As long as I sign it, I can gain power!

For those of the dark faction, the Abyss is an irresistible temptation!

"Reporting to my master, the ancestor, this Blood Cross Emblem is the token of the Thirteen Disciples and symbolizes all rights of the Dark Council!"

Just then, Prince Matthew walked up to Bai Yan with the utmost respect, bowed, and with outstretched hands, presented the crystalline blood-red Blood Cross.

Matthew was very clever and tactful.

Having witnessed Bai Yan’s strength and means, Matthew had only one thought in mind: to cling tightly to Bai Yan, the thickest pillar on Earth!

Even ancestor Cain submitted before Bai Yan; his only advantage was that he had pledged allegiance to Bai Yan earlier than the other Disciples!

I must grasp this opportunity well!

Prince Matthew firmly resolved in his heart.

With Prince Matthew setting a model example, the rest of the Disciples also one by one placed their Blood Crosses onto the table in front of Bai Yan.

Seeing Prince Matthew’s action, the other Bloodline Princes were unwilling to be outdone, scrambling to present their Blood Crosses.

Bai Yan’s face remained calm, but his heart was full of anticipation.

The Blood Cross is related to the heritage of his past life memories, and is very important. Originally, Bai Yan had only obtained one Blood Cross. Now, in just half a year, the other twelve Blood Crosses had also fallen into his hands!

"Hmm? Why are there only twelve?"

Cain’s brows knitted tightly; he had not expected the Thirteen Disciples to be so foolish. Even now, they still sought to play tricks before him!

"Ancestor, please spare my life! I didn’t do this deliberately!"

At this moment, a Bloodline Prince suddenly knelt to the ground, his face pale, his body drenched in sweat, trembling like chaff.

"Hmm?"

Cain, commanding with unspoken authority, turned his gaze toward that Bloodline Prince. Narrowing his eyes slightly, the blood-colored scepter in his hands was shrouded in a hazy mist!

If this prince could not give a satisfactory answer, he would shatter this Bloodline Prince’s soul in a flash!

"Reporting to the ancestor, I’ve lost my piece of the Blood Cross Emblem..."

The words trembled from the Bloodline Prince, who was consumed with fear. He couldn’t help but stealthily take a couple of steps back, fearing that Cain would suppress him without so much as a word!

Lost?

Everyone looked at that Bloodline Prince in disbelief, their expressions strange.

Each Blood Cross Emblem represented one faction of the Dark Council!

It’s no exaggeration to say that, with the global influence of the Dark Council, any single Blood Cross Emblem could even decide the lives and deaths of countless individuals!

Such an important token and symbol of power and identity, and yet this Bloodline Prince had managed to lose it!

Everyone’s gaze shifted towards this prince with varying expressions, with most assuming that the Bloodline Prince was hoarding his power and reluctant to hand over his rights!

Yet no one could understand the intent of the Bloodline Prince. From the moment they signed the contract, the Dark Council fell under Bai Yan’s control, and the Blood Cross Emblems lost their significance!

They were now Bai Yan’s servants and couldn’t possibly harbor any private intentions!

The demon contract was absolute and wouldn’t allow them to do so, as it was an oath of servitude bound at the soul’s foundation, and no one could defy it.