Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 787 - 453 Demon Righteous Church, Whose Lamb, Yi Taoist’s Terrifying Mind and Path of the Saint, Demon Realm is Going Crazy

787: Chapter 453: Demon Righteous Church, Whose Lamb, Yi Taoist’s Terrifying Mind and Path of the Saint, Demon Realm is Going Crazy.

787: Chapter 453: Demon Righteous Church, Whose Lamb, Yi Taoist’s Terrifying Mind and Path of the Saint, Demon Realm is Going Crazy.

Demon Realm.

The sun was gradually setting.

The snow piled atop the ancient castle’s hemispherical roof melted into trickles that flowed down Grooves in the roof tiles, blooming into water splashes reminiscent of jellyfish.

The droplets hit the ground, and over the years, had formed a shallow pit of moderate size.

At this moment, within the thousand-year-old castle, a childish yet vicious laughter emanated from within a courtyard.

“How about it, little Marlo, can’t you accept it?

From afar, young master can smell the scent of fierce beast droppings on you, just as stinky as your dead parents.”

A young Demonkin with an inked face and robust build knelt on the ground, silently watching the Iron Whip that swung towards him.

Snap!

A harsh crack sounded, and a terrifying bloody mark instantly appeared on the Demonkin’s face and torso.

The whip-holder was a child Demonkin with peculiar horns, not very strong due to his young age, but his Cultivation barely matched that in the Late Stage of Qi Refinement, which was still a world of difference compared to the Unicorn Demon Sheep, who were at the Late Stage of Qi Refinement.

Yet, faced with the much weaker horned Demonkin, he could only swallow his anger and dared not move.

This was because the child Demonkin standing before him was the offspring of the Blue Blood Nobility.

And his father, Marlo, a Demon General, had squandered all his wealth to join the Black Demon Legion heading to the Human Realm in an attempt to break through to the Green Blood Realm, but he gambled and lost, his soul returning to Demon Heaven.

After his father’s death, he, his mother, and all they owned naturally fell to the Unicorn Demon Sheep clan, and they had become the slaves of the Unicorn Demon Sheep clan.

After all, his father had borrowed three thousand Demon Soldiers from the chief Unicorn Demon Sheep to make a name for himself in Human Realm.

Everything came at a cost, and they were the price for his failure.

“You’re just a foul beast breeder, let me tell you, young master here is of the Blue Blood Nobility, do you know what that is?

That’s something your deadbeat dad could only dream of becoming.”

“Don’t think just because you’re progressing a bit faster in Cultivation, you’re anything special!”

The child Demonkin with the sheep head was arrogant, continuously lashing his whip across the face of the Demonkin, whose fists were clenched, yet he still endured.

“Young master, hit him, hit him harder, otherwise, some Demonkin won’t understand their place!”

“We must teach them with the whip, what they should and shouldn’t say.” freeweɓnovel.cѳm

The two attendants by the child Demonkin’s side watched the scene with a mocking gaze, loudly cheering him on.

The Demonkin had a prominent bone on the back of his head and remained silent, enduring the beatings.

Enduring the higher-class Demon Nobles seemed to have become a habit; he did so, his father did so, and his grandfather had done the same.

In the world of the Demonkin, the hierarchy was rigid, naturally dividing each Demonkin into levels within a stringent social structure akin to a pyramid, imprisoning the many Demonkin.

The only way to break through and advance in bloodline was to offer one’s loyalty to the higher-class Demon Nobles, in hopes of garnering the rare benevolence of a lord, to gain the slim chance of promotion.

Even Marlo, a gifted individual from the Xing Demon Clan, had faced the same fate.

He was not content, but the cold reality told him that this was how the world worked.

The little beast in front of him committed endless atrocities, even having experiences of burying alive Demonkin of his age but of inferior bloodlines.

That big pit was dug by those being buried under the coercion of a group of Blue Blood Nobility offspring.

It was all just a game!

Races with more noble bloodlines had poorer reproductive abilities; protected by their forebears, high-class Demon Noble offspring were wildly arrogant, and even if matters escalated, they faced nothing more than a drink penalty and mild reprimands.

The disparity between his inner feelings and reality made the Demonkin silently face the reality, but his eyes never held the submissiveness seen in others’ eyes; perhaps this was why the sheep-headed Demon child bullied him.

“Young master doesn’t like your eyes, you’re not a free man now, you are a household slave of our clan.”

“Remember, next time you see young master, you should kneel and kowtow from a hundred meters away.”

Perhaps tired from beating, the sheep-headed Demon child patted his face with his palm, threw the Iron Whip aside, and strode off.

Stumbling, the young Demonkin struggled to his feet and walked towards the distant area.

That was where he herded the Lizard Blood Beasts.

His father, when he was still alive, liked to walk here and think whenever he faced problems.

The ice on the lake slowly melted under the warm sun, and a gentle breeze wrinkled the water’s surface.

Looking at the shimmering lake, little Marlo suddenly felt dizzy, his world spinning, and he fell backwards.

Just as he was trying to get up, a huge shadow suddenly enveloped his figure.

It was a four-armed Demonkin, extremely robust and muscular, emitting a powerful aura at a glance.

His eyes were domineering, and his presence was astonishing.

Plop.

The few wild grasses beside little Marlo were trampled into the mud by large feet, the green juice oozing from the broken parts, carrying a bit of the fragrance of fresh grass.

“Tsk tsk, kid, you look like a unlucky fellow I’ve seen before.”

“But your eyes don’t look like his, I, Gyalou, like your eyes.

It’s fate that we meet, tell me, do you want to control your own destiny?”