"Master, everything has been arranged on the madam's side, she will arrive shortly."

A Demon Warrior approached and spoke in a low voice.

Warriors had already been dispatched to pick up An Yan.

"Good, proceed as planned. We will settle our accounts after obtaining the Hua Xia antique from the auction."

Bai Yan nodded and replied softly.

This dark gathering featured several preliminary events, including an auction of national antiquities and treasures being part of it.

Among them were Hua Xia antiques, once plundered by the Eight Nation Alliance and now to be brazenly auctioned off at the dark gathering.

This wasn't the first or second time they had done such a thing.

Stealing others' treasures to auction for wealth, which in turn would be enjoyed by members of the Dark Council.

Bai Yan couldn't care less about the other treasures of the Dark Council, but he was determined to claim those Hua Xia treasures!

"Rumble rumble."

The sound of a car engine echoed as Bai Yan's Lamborghini approached from a distance, and the Demon Warriors had already brought An Yan over.

"Wait for me outside, and wait for my signal."

Bai Yan turned his head and instructed, then swooped down, revealing his figure next to the supercar.

Bai Yan stepped forward, opened the car door, and with utmost elegance, bowed as An Yan, dressed in a graceful Hua Xia cheongsam with a slit at the knee, revealing a segment of her crystal clear jade legs through flesh-colored stockings.

Dainty eyes, slender hands, glittering rings; stylish and graceful with a luxurious necklace; a head of black hair cascading in waves over soft shoulders, an absolutely stunning and breathtaking sight.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting."

A radiant smile on her face, An Yan spoke to Bai Yan with a hint of apology.

She naturally linked her arm with Bai Yan's.

"For a beauty like you, I'd willingly wait three days and nights."

Bai Yan smiled indifferently, both gentlemanly and noble.

"Look at you being all smug, calling yourself 'my king' and all!"

An Yan covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes curving into crescents, incredibly charming.

"Let's go."

Bai Yan laughed heartily, leading An Yan toward Lide Castle.

"Good evening, sir, this is private property."

A Blood Race Servant approached politely.

"I'm attending the dark gathering."

Bai Yan looked indifferently at the servant.

"I'm sorry, sir, but the gathering has already started; according to the rules, guests who are late cannot be admitted."

Perhaps because An Yan was present, the Earl-level Blood Race Servant was extremely gracious and polite.

He had never seen such a devastatingly beautiful woman, even the fair and beautiful Blood Clan maidens paled in comparison to An Yan!

"Take this, and watch your gaze, lest someone gouges out your eyes."

Bai Yan spoke calmly, pulling out a black card from his chest pocket, the card so dark it was almost blinding the Count Bloodline as it was held between his long fingers.

It was a top-level anonymous black card!

"May I ask, sir, which power sent you to attend this gathering so I can make a record?"

The Earl Bloodline's expression paused as he quickly spoke to Bai Yan with immense respect.

"Enemy of God, or you could record the name 'Demon Island'."

Bai Yan smiled, gestured with his hand for the servant to get out of the way.

"Enemy of God? Demon Island?"

The Count Bloodline paused, his face filled with confusion.

He had never heard of either force.

Could they be some obscure, minor powers?

But how could a small power be eligible to receive a top-level invitation card?

However, with Bai Yan's gaze fixed on him, the chilling look in his eyes made him dare not ask questions. He could only obey the rules and quietly call over two servants to lead Bai Yan into the castle.

After the servants escorted Bai Yan into the castle, he still kept looking back, murmuring to himself with a hint of regret and reminiscence: "Vigorous vitality, slender figure, truly a first-rate woman. This Oriental person is really lucky to enjoy such a fine woman..."

"What a pity, if I could confirm that the power behind him is just a small power, I could have a talk with him to see if he'd be willing to give that woman to me."

The Bloodline Count stroked his chin thoughtfully, a peculiar and subtle smile appearing on his lips.

As a member of the Dark Council, he certainly had the qualifications and status to sit on equal terms with the leaders of some small powers.

Suddenly, a chilling voice appeared beside his ear: "I'm sorry, but you won't have that chance."

"Who..."

The Bloodline Count was instantly startled. Before he could utter a word, he just felt a chill on his neck and his vision became skewed.

Then his body fell awkwardly, his head severed, plunging his sight into darkness.

A Demon Warrior appeared silently behind the Bloodline Count, dragging his body into the Void and disappearing without trace.

The Blood Race servants around the castle had not noticed this scene; the Demon Warrior's actions were simply too clean and efficient.

Killing this man was, naturally, an order quietly given by Bai Yan.

From the moment this servant looked at An Yan with a gaze filled with lustful possessiveness, Bai Yan had sentenced him to death.

If a beautiful woman is a disaster that continuously invites trouble, then Bai Yan was more than willing to take care of these troubles.

No one, no power, should even think about laying a hand on his woman!

Even just thinking about it was not allowed!

Inside the castle was a long red carpet, and Prince Algernon Matthew stood on the high platform, responding to a question that had just been raised.

"The Holy War? Oh, no no no! That question is too serious."

Prince Algernon Matthew laughed and waved his hands, saying loudly with a chuckle, "According to the rules, we should first hold an auction event, then start discussing serious matters."

Prince Algernon Matthew's smile was full of ambiguity, neither denying nor acknowledging the Holy War, and his attitude was worth pondering.

"Of course, to not disappoint everyone, I can tell you all some exact news—that this gathering will not be the same as usual; because not long ago, using a special secret technique of the Blood Clan, I summoned a special guest from afar..."

"No, I should say master! Its arrival is destined to put our Dark Camp back at the pinnacle of this world! Even to leave this world, to return to our farthest homeland!"

Prince Algernon Matthew raised his hands high and yelled with some excitement. The mention of that special guest made his heart surge uncontrollably.

What Holy War, what contract with the Bright Church, what nonsense about the Main Plane!

If through this esteemed guest, the existence of that plane is confirmed, do his Blood Clan still need to fight to the death here with these people?

He, Prince Algernon Matthew, would soon become the greatest leader of the Blood Clan, a great leader after Cain!

"An esteemed guest?"

"The Blood Clan's secret technique?"

"Return to our homeland?"

The crowd was dumbfounded; many people whispered to each other, but only a few people with some thoughts in their hearts looked at His Highness the Prince.

"What exactly does His Highness the Prince mean? Also, is the Holy War going to happen or not?"

"I reckon, the Holy War is probably going to happen, but His Highness the Prince has encountered something more important than the Holy War."

"People are really looking forward to the gathering after the auction. By then, His Highness the Prince will surely reveal the truth!"

Quite a few were steadfast supporters of the Dark Council, and their tone when discussing was filled with respect and trust for His Highness the Prince.

Prince Algernon Matthew looked around with satisfaction and nodded his head; he liked the buzz generated by his words, and he loved the sensation of being the center of attention.

This was also why he had always been active in the limelight, unlike other princes.

"Clang!"

Just then, the castle's grand hall doors were opened, revealing the long red carpet outside.

Two servants dressed in tailcoats and wearing white bow ties led a man and a woman, Oriental guests, hurriedly from outside.

The gaze of everyone present uniformly concentrated on them, including Prince Algernon Matthew, whose attention was also drawn.

"Respected Prince, these two are guests who have traveled from afar to attend the gathering, the leader of the enemy of God and his wife."

One servant stepped forward, deeply bowed towards the Prince on the high platform, and announced respectfully with a loud voice.

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