CHAPTER 532: CHAPTER 523: SLAPPING CAIN, REFRESHING WITH A SINGLE WORD! (SECOND UPDATE)

A male corpse floated up from within the coffin, grasped in Bai Yan’s hand.

This was the corpse of a middle-aged man with a resolute expression, soaring eyebrows, a hooked nose, thin lips tightly pressed together, eyes firmly shut, and a patch of golden hair, exuding an overwhelming presence.

What astounded onlookers most was the clarity with which they could visualize his features, yet they couldn’t form a lasting impression of his face in their minds, as if they had never encountered him before – with each glance feeling like the first time they saw him!

Such was the extraordinary might of a Divine Level Life Form; the souls and eyes of the mundane were unworthy of remembering the divine visage!

Clothed in a black and red medieval gentleman’s attire, Cain’s strong build was nothing short of the golden ratio, perfectly splendid.

His hands were folded across his chest, both above an empty void.

Judging solely by his outward appearance and silhouette, Cain could be considered one of the few exceptionally handsome men in the world.

"So, this is Cain?"

Bai Yan murmured to himself, scrutinizing from head to toe.

Had it not been for the extraction of this male corpse from within Cain’s coffin, merely based on the aura alone, he seemed no different from a person in peaceful slumber,

Yet an evil and supremely terrifying oppressive force slowly emitted from Cain’s body, naturally causing one’s legs to buckle.

Even with just a cursory glance, Bai Yan felt his soul under pressure, finding it arduously difficult to bear.

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

Involuntarily, a group of people within the castle hall knelt down, their faces filled with fear and excitement; it wasn’t a kneeling of their own volition.

Rather, the faintly terrifying pressure emanating from the divine presence of Cain was simply too great for them to withstand.

Even Prince Algernon Matthew fell to his knees with a "thud."

Within the castle hall, seen all around were people kneeling; Bai Yan’s Demon Warriors were also unable to resist, blood dripping from the corners of their mouths, compelled to kneel under the overwhelming force.

To all onlookers, it appeared as though they were kneeling before Bai Yan, when in truth, it was because of Cain, whom he held in his grasp.

This was the absolute disparity in strength!

Even a heavily wounded and coma-ridden Cain, the moment he appeared from his coffin, exuded a pressure forceful enough to strike fear to the core and send shivers down one’s soul.

"What’s this? An old immortal who’s slept for thousands of years still fancies making me kneel?"

Bai Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, his legs trembling, and his arms that held high Cain’s body were also shaking.

It wasn’t out of fear, but rather the oppressive force from Cain’s body was too powerful!

"Hmph!"

A cold glint flickered through Bai Yan’s deep eyes as he hooked up a sneering smile: "Though you were once considered a god, you still don’t have the right to make me kneel!"

Bai Yan’s left hand raised high, swung down forcefully!

"Slap!"

The slap reverberated, stunning the entire assembly!

Bai Yan...

To resist the oppressive might of Cain’s body, he actually delivered a fierce slap upon Cain’s face!

The scene fell silent instantly.

"..."

Everyone watched in a dumbstruck silence, at a loss for words.

"This..."

The Old Dark Mages extended their skeletal hands tremblingly, pointing at Bai Yan, their mouths agape and unable to decide what to say.

He had actually slapped the Blood Clan Ancestor across the face!

By Satan!

This was like a desecration of the Dark Council! One must know that most members of the Dark Council belong to the Blood Clan! Cain is the Ancestor of the Blood Clan!

The slap landed on Cain’s face by Bai Yan, yet there wasn’t the slightest swelling or inflammation to be seen.

"Truly worthy of a God Level body, indeed resilient!"

Bai Yan nodded in admiration.

After delivering the slap, it seemed to dissipate the faint aura of oppression that lingered around Cain’s body, leaving Bai Yan feeling an immediate relief and exhilaration.

If anyone were to ask what it felt like to slap the face of the Blood Clan Ancestor?

One word.

Awesome!

"Hiss~!"

It took a long while before everyone came to their senses, each of them inhaling sharply in shock.

"He... I..."

"He actually slapped the Ancestor’s face!"

"I must be dreaming!"

The people inside the castle whispered to themselves, their tones filled with disbelief.

Many faces were still rigid with shock, unable to recover, still immersed in the astonishment.

"Damn you! You’re going to die! How dare you slap His Majesty the Ancestor!"

Finally coming to his senses, Prince Algernon Matthew wailed miserably, crawling on the ground, pounding the earth in grief and shouting to the heavens.

All sense of gentlemanly demeanor, all traces of princely grace, he could no longer maintain!

The Dark Council allowed only a once-in-a-century change in the custodianship of Cain’s coffin, and it just so happened to be his turn to preserve the Ancestor’s coffin, but he had not anticipated that he would encounter a calamity like Bai Yan!

Slapping the Ancestor’s face publicly during the dark convocation!

Prince Algernon Matthew had hoped to use the dark convocation and the summoning of the Demon to enhance his reputation amongst the Dark Council and the Dark Camp, but now....

Instead of raising his reputation, he reckoned that once this incident spread, he would definitely face joint sanctions from the other Princes and elders of the Dark Council!

"You deserve to die! You really deserve to die! How can you be so disrespectful to the Ancestor Cain! You will surely become an enemy of our Blood Clan!"

Algernon Matthew roared furiously, his face twisted in anger, fresh blood flowing from his chest, staining his upper body and making him look like a man drenched in blood.

"Buzz off! Shut up!"

Bai Yan frowned, turned around, and with a wave of his left hand.

"Oww!"

The dragon vein roared out, turning into a giant palm, and fiercely slapped Algernon Matthew, knocking him to the ground!

Suddenly, there was a deathly silence, and nobody dared to speak.

Everyone understood now, Bai Yan was indeed a Demon, this temperament... downright tyrannical!

Facing the Bloodline Prince, he showed no mercy, striking and killing at will.

Facing the Blood Clan Ancestor, his mighty slaps did not falter!

Exactly because of this, everyone was sure of Bai Yan’s identity; in this world, besides creatures from a chaotic and evil Camp like the Demons, who else would act like this?

Not caring about consequences, not weighing options, not backing down!

Rebels?

Strike them! Kill them!

The Old Dark Mages were undoubtedly thrilled; the leading Dark Mage pulled back his hood, revealing a face old and creased with wrinkles and dark spots, his lips trembling with excitement as he bowed before Bai Yan.

Meanwhile, he kept muttering: "Witness the return of our Lord! Beseech our Lord to reveal his true form, to let us pursue under our Lord’s banner, to let the earth return to darkness once more!"

Like a oath and an incantation, these words spread throughout the congregation, many following the Old Mage, murmuring, shouting the same phrase.

"Witness the return of our Lord! Beseech our Lord to reveal his true form, to let us pursue under our Lord’s banner, to let the earth return to darkness once more!"

The sound was thunderous, echoing through the heavens and earth.

This was the fervent belief of the Dark Camp, suppressed for thousands of years, which today began to sprout anew!

"You... you are rebelling!"

Algernon Matthew’s face paled with fear and dread.

This group had already identified Bai Yan as a Demon; they were imploring Bai Yan to grant a demonic contract, further confirming the identity of the Demon, while eagerly desiring to become one of Bai Yan’s followers.

"Hmph! The Dark Council isn’t just for the Blood Clan to command! And you are not the only Prince of the Blood Clan! Daring to oppose the Demon Emperor, have you forgotten the ancestral teaching and the prophecy of Cain? It looks like it’s you who wants to rebel!"

The Old Dark Mage spoke with a chilly voice; though his power was not great, his status within the Dark Mage Camp seemed very high.

His words had a decisive effect.

The tide had already irresistibly shifted in favor of Bai Yan.