Hades, the Urban Legend

Chapter 521: The Yacht

Yang Chen had already sensed Lilith's approach towards the yacht, but he had not detected that the incredibly formidable Prince Sargeras was accompanying her. If Lilith, a two-hundred-year-old pure-blood vampire, was already a formidable elder of the vampire clan, then her father, Prince Sargeras, who appeared young enough to be her brother, must possess terrifying strength that Yang Chen hadn't anticipated.

Among the gods, it was impossible to detect each other's presence if they chose to hide it. However, this did not mean that those weaker than gods couldn't hide their presence either. At a certain level of strength, it wasn't unusual for someone to conceal their presence even from god-level beings.

From Yang Chen's perspective, even if Prince Sargeras' strength wasn't quite on par with his own, it had already reached the level of a "demigod." Coupled with the vampires' inherent physical advantages and their ancient blood magic, defeating him would not be easy. Unless Yang Chen unlocked his full power, he might not even win. It was worth noting that the ancestor of the vampires, the demigod Cain, was the progenitor of their race, but the golden generation of vampires was generally considered to be represented by the "third generation," of which Prince Sargeras was a part. They were the pure-blood elites born from the complete evolution of the vampire race.

The most direct proof of their prowess was that they had personally slaughtered their predecessors, the second-generation vampires, to gain supreme control over the vampire race. Today's Camarilla and Sabbat factions were almost entirely managed by their descendants.

Additionally, they were among the resilient species that survived Noah's Flood. With the passage of time, their power had accumulated and grown. Even in the early days of human civilization, they were hailed as "the generation closest to gods."

If Yang Chen had not obtained the abilities of a god, he might not even be a match for these third-generation vampires, despite being a normal deity.

Yang Chen smiled amicably at Lilith, then turned his attention to Sargeras with interest, "I've heard Lilith mention your name, Prince Sargeras, but I didn't expect you to look so young. When it comes to maintaining youth, vampires can make even gods envious."

Sargeras stepped forward with exceptional grace and shook Yang Chen's hand. Both men gave a light handshake, the difference being that Yang Chen's hand was warm, while Sargeras' hand was cold.

"When Lilith returned from her mission in Yanxia and mentioned meeting Lord Hades, it truly seemed like a wonderful coincidence. You may not know, but I once encountered the first King of Hell, and we had a rather cordial relationship. But that was over six hundred years ago. At that time, I hadn't even met Lilith's mother. Now, the second King of Hell stands before me," Sargeras said with a mild smile.

Although Sargeras spoke lightly, those around him did not feel at ease.

Six hundred years ago?!

Even knowing that vampires had long lifespans, the terrifying age of Sargeras still shocked the surrounding ordinary humans, particularly Feodosa.

As for the terms "first," "second Hades," or "King of Hell," they were beyond their comprehension at this point.

Seeing her father chatting with Yang Chen without including her, Lilith pouted and tugged at Sargeras' sleeve, "Father, let's board the ship. It's boring standing here."

Sargeras helplessly glanced at his daughter, gently stroking Lilith's soft long hair with a look full of doting affection, and smiled, "Alright, my little princess, you really are too impatient."

"Your Excellency, the King of the Underworld, please board the ship as well. These people from Stone Sword are really boring and not worth wasting words on," Lilith said to Yang Chen.

Lora and the others behind her immediately looked displeased. Although they knew the other's strength, being so openly belittled still hurt their pride.

"Hmph, dark council witch, don't be too arrogant. Although your blood clan is powerful, it doesn't mean we fear you. The world is now dominated by us humans," Prince stepped forward and said, staring at Lilith's back.

Lilith turned back and gave him a disdainful glance, "Come back and talk to me when you grow some hair, little boy."

"You..."

Prince's face turned red with anger, but before he could act, Stormwoman Lora stopped him again.

With a gentle smile, Lora said to Sargeras, "Prince, as far as I know, you no longer directly manage the operations of the secret society. Why did you specially come from your territory to attend this secret meeting?"

"A pointless question, isn't it obvious? You Stone Sword people came, and the church also sent people. It's all to seize the 'Sword of Death.' Ostensibly it's to deal with Apollo, but who doesn't know those tricks," Lilith interjected before Sargeras could respond.

Sargeras sighed, looking apologetically at Lora, "I only have one daughter, and I've spoiled her since she was young. Please don't mind. The reason I came is, first, to see if the 'Sword of Death' is as expected. Secondly, I haven't left my territory for nearly a century, so I thought I'd take this opportunity to travel."

Hearing Sargeras' response, Frodesa's face darkened. These people clearly didn't regard his country, France, the host, with any importance.

The primary goal of this secret meeting was to deal with Apollo and the Realm of the Gods. But these people were only focused on the ownership of the artifact. Did France's safety, Europe's safety, mean so little to them? Or did they not consider Apollo a threat at all?

After a few casual remarks, everyone began to board the ship.

Originally, Sargeras and Yang Chen were not on the invitation list, but after hearing the earlier conversation, Frodesa didn't dare to stop them from boarding. Besides, since these people knew each other, he could just consider it as having a few "special guests" participate in the meeting. At this point, Frodesa could only adapt to the situation.

By around six in the evening, all the organizations and individuals invited had boarded the ship, much to the relief of Frodesa and the French personnel of the Security Bureau Seventh Division. At least the first step had gone smoothly.

The facilities on the super yacht Louis XVI were quite luxurious, and this time it was specially requisitioned. All the guests went directly to the luxurious suites to rest.

Since the duration of the meeting was uncertain, whether it would be one day or several days, the yacht had become a temporary high-end hotel to make up for the poor conditions on the military island in the English Channel.

Yang Chen was assigned a luxurious single room, but he had no interest in staying in a small cabin watching boring TV. Half the reason he came to Paris was for vacation, even if he was attending this secret meeting, he didn't intend to focus solely on dealing with the potential mysterious "robbers."

Thus, following the signs on the yacht, Yang Chen made his way to the entertainment and dance hall on the yacht, intending to have a few drinks for fun, as he hadn't had the chance to drink in the past few days. If he ran into some old friends, a chat would be nice too, considering he would be returning to Yan Xia in a few days and didn't know when he'd be back in Europe.

The layout of the yacht was quite large, and it took Yang Chen nearly five minutes to find the karaoke hall, which also served as a bar, located on the upper levels of the yacht.

As he approached the neon-lit entrance, energetic dance music, a mix of jazz and blues with a strong rhythm, made Yang Chen feel instantly uplifted.

However, just as he was about to step into the karaoke hall, he sensed something was wrong!

Yang Chen quickly sidestepped, avoiding the area near the door.

In that instant, a burly figure flew out of the karaoke hall like a human cannonball, crashing straight into the steel wall opposite the entrance!

"Bang!"

The dull thud of the body hitting the steel wall reverberated, echoing loudly.

Yang Chen looked down to see a dark-skinned man wearing a sleeveless denim vest and tight-fitting pants, now lying on his back with blood streaming from his forehead.

Judging by his appearance, he seemed to have Latin American ancestry. His arm was tattooed with a fierce leopard head, and his muscular physique radiated power.

"Jaguar?" Yang Chen recognized the man's origins; he was likely from the world-renowned mercenary group headquartered in the Amazon, the "Jaguar Mercenaries."

But why had a violent incident occurred so soon after boarding the ship?