The spiritual energy that peeled away the disguise of Damien Infernos did not reveal the handsome, menacing youth described by the Blood Monarch.

The crimson red hair changed its colour to midnight black. Then Damien's nose, mouth, and entire facial structure altered into those of just another ordinary-looking young man with a sunny, harmless face.

​But the spectators were not easily fooled this time. The spiritual sense of every cultivator present pierced the facade. They could all see the cunning and cold calculation radiating behind that seemingly innocent smile.

This was no loyal disciple; this was the predator himself.

​Vahn Necrotis smirked, as if taking cold pleasure in the awestruck faces of his enemies and the millions in the crowd.

​"What? Are you all surprised?" he mocked without fear.

​Hearing him, the shock instantly turned into searing, righteous fury.

An Elder, his face contorted with rage and betrayal, barked loudly:

​"Y-You are indeed the Devil's Child! How dare you betray us, you evil fiend?"

​Not just him, but the majority of the humans present, from the common spectators to the expert cultivators, erupted as well. Their gazes filled with blinding hate and disgust.

The deception was deeper than any treason; it was a violation of their faith in righteousness itself.

​The cries of vengeance became a unified roar:

​"Kill this Scourge!"

"He should be hanged for betraying our good faith!"

"Send him to Cold Prison for a thousand years! Feed him to the dogs!"

"Demon!"

"Demon!"

The chorus of hate and condemnation ringing through the Colosseum was suddenly drowned out by a sound more chilling than the Blood Monarch's mockery: Vahn Necrotis's laughter.

​"Ahahahahaha..."

​It was a loud, bitter laugh that silenced the massive crowd. Millions of eyes watched, convinced the Devil's Child had finally gone mad under the immense pressure of exposure.

​Only Seraphina and Lilith, bonded to him by the System, could feel the deep, agonizing pain beneath the cynical sound. The other Saintesses, however, were clueless, concluding that their ex-husband had finally lost his sanity.

​Vahn abruptly stopped the laughter, his face instantly settling into a expression of cold, ruthless contempt as he fixed his gaze on the Elders and Patriarchs.

​"Did you hear them, old coots?" he mocked, gesturing to the furious crowds. "They are calling me a Demon. But who is going to tell these ignorant fools that you're the true demons here?"

​His voice rose, thick with years of accumulated bitterness. "You all stripped away my rights, my family, my power, and produced these Saintesses as the hope of this era... But none of you will understand, how much I have suffered for your ambition."

​Vahn's voice cracked with raw emotion, though his eyes remained utterly cold. "I know you have grand goals and ambition for saving the world. But why me? Why did you make me sacrifice? What have I done wrong?"

​It was Patriarch Dimidium, the man who had championed Vahn's false identity, who answered,

​"You were born into the Demonic Faction," Dimidium declared, his eyes hard. "That is your crime. There is nothing more to it. One day, whether you admit it or not, you would have come to bite us with your evil power. So that's why we broke your fangs before they could grow."

​"Oh, really?" Vahn spat contemptuously on the ground, the sound sharp in the tension.

"You're wrong, Dimidium. But someone gave me the right lesson: Good or evil comes from one's heart, not by their birth..."

​Vahn's gaze, filled with both defiance and a profound, secret tenderness, turned to the figure floating above him: Seraphina.

"Tell me, Seraphina, My wife," he asked, the possessive declaration echoing across the hushed ceremonial stage. "Would you follow me to the end of the Abyss?"

He already knew her answer, but he wanted the whole world to hear it. He wished to publicly mark her as his own, a final act of rebellion against the system that created both of them.

The crowd's reaction was immediate and earthshaking. The spectators' ears were buzzing as the Devil's Child called their beloved Saintess of Light his wife.

"What... What's going on? Why is that bastard calling our Saintess his wife?"

"Is this one of his evil schemes? Some kind of Demonic enchantment?"

"There's no way it could be true, right? How could a Saintess marry a demon? Wouldn't the Heavenly Gods be displeased?"

Most of the millions present were simply shocked and speechless, unable to reconcile the holiest figure of their faction with the most wanted Devil's Child.

However, when they witnessed Seraphina's action, every spectator was rooted to the ground, frozen, unable to utter a single word.

Seraphina didn't hesitate. She didn't offer a denial or a political explanation. She simply answered Vahn's public plea with serene finality:

"Yes."

With that single word, she dropped her elevated position, descending rapidly. She rushed toward Vahn, ignoring the surrounding danger and the open Secret Realm Rift, embracing him fiercely.

"I'll be always yours, Vahn," she confessed with tears clouding her beautiful blue eyes. "I will go wherever you go..."

Just as Vahn accepted his wife's desperate hug, a thunderous shout of raw agony and betrayal broke through the monumental silence.

​"Abomination! Pure Abomination! What are you doing, Seraphina?" an elder from the White Lotus Section shrieked with rage.

​Patriarch Dimidium also broke his silence. "Saintess, don't make this more shameful for us. Come back!"

​Even Aria Stormsong, the champion of the competition, joined the condemnation.

​"Seraphina, you fool! Do you want to go to hell with him too?" she demanded with righteous anger and perhaps a hint of professional jealousy.

​Hearing the sharp rebuke, Vahn gently broke the hug. His eyes, now pools of dark cosmic energy, focused coldly on Aria and the other Saintesses floating above.

​"She is my wife. And she is doing the right thing," Vahn stated, his voice resonating with cold conviction. He then swept his gaze over the remaining five Saintesses. "But what about you? Are you still going to remain faithful to them?"

​"I know our relationship was built on a stupid ritual, but still, you can't deny you all were my wives once. So, I ask your consciousness again... Are you doing the right thing?"

​

​Vahn's casual, yet devastating, revelation about the nature of their relationship shocked the already hysterical crowd into a new level of terror. The collective gasp was louder than any roar.

​"Oh Heavens! Kill me! What am I hearing? All the Saintesses are his wives?"

"F**k! Somebody wake me from this nightmare!"

​The most shocked person on the stage was undoubtedly Liam. First, the heroic Damien Infernos turned out to be his mysterious junior brother Vahn. Now, that same person was publicly engaged in a husband-wife relationship with all seven Saintesses of the Holy Lands! This single truth was the greatest, most existence-shattering shock of his life.

​The political, spiritual, and moral foundation of the entire Righteous Faction was crumbling in front of the world.

Blood Monarch grinned proudly as if pleased by his Young Lord's performance.

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