Shameless Person

"Go on, Kali, give him a slap."

The light, airy words exploded in Kalisia's ears.

Kalisia even forgot to correct him that her name was Kalisia, not Kali.

The little girl froze instantly. Finally, she pointed at herself, craning her neck,

"Huh? Me? Lord Xi... Xi Xi? You... you mean me? You want me to... slap him?"

She simply couldn't believe her ears.

Who was kneeling right in front of them? That was one of the Eight Great Demon Lords, the absolute ruler of the Eastern Fallen Zone, the one who held three of the Demon King's great authorities—Kassiel!

Even her father wouldn't have the right to lift his head in front of this Demon Lord, and even the Pope of Light would be wary of him.

And her? She was just a little mage who had recently broken through to the fourth tier. Let alone slapping Kassiel, just standing in front of him was enough to leave her breathless from his oppressive aura.

Asking her to slap this Demon Lord's face? How was that any different from pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth?!

Kalisia's calves trembled slightly. Looking at Kassiel kneeling on the ground, his body surging with demonic energy, she instinctively shrank back and whispered,

"Lord Xi Xi, I... I don't dare to... He is a Demon Lord..."

"You don't dare?" Ye Chuan looked at Kalisia, who was acting like a frightened little quail, and just smiled brightly.

"If you don't do it, I'll just leave you here to keep him company."

At these words, Kalisia instantly shuddered.

Leave her here with Kassiel? She'd rather be killed on the spot!

The little girl bit her lower lip. She glanced at the calm and unbothered Ye Chuan, then at Kassiel, who was pinned to the ground by an immense pressure, and finally mustered up her courage.

With Lord Xi Xi here, what was she afraid of?!

Kalisia took a deep breath, clenched her little fists, and walked step by step toward Kassiel.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she raised her hand,

And with all her might, she delivered a vicious slap!

Smack!

The crisp sound of the slap echoed exceptionally loud in the night.

Kalisia's hand went numb from the impact. After all, she was only a ten-year-old girl; her strength was minimal, and she didn't even leave a red mark on Kassiel's face.

But this feather-light slap struck a devastating blow to Kassiel's pride.

"Ahhh!!!"

Kassiel jerked his head up, his emerald eyes thoroughly bloodshot. The elegant composure on his face had completely vanished, replaced by extreme ferocity and madness.

"You piece of trash! You stinking slime, you mud! How dare you strike me?! I will rip out your soul and whip it!!"

Kalisia let out a terrified scream. Her face turned pale, and she scrambled behind Ye Chuan, clutching the hem of his clothes tightly, not even daring to peek her head out.

"Why are you yelling so loud?"

Ye Chuan's voice remained flat, but it carried an irresistibly terrifying pressure that instantly crashed down.

The moment the words fell, Kassiel felt a force as heavy as a mountain slam viciously onto the crown of his head!

His body bent downward uncontrollably, and his forehead smashed hard into the solid rock ground!

Thud!

With a muffled crash, a deep crater was smashed directly into the hard rocky surface, sending crushed stones flying.

Kassiel's forehead instantly bled from the impact.

He wanted to resist, to channel his magic, to wield his authority. But beneath Ye Chuan's terrifying pressure, his body completely betrayed his commands. Like a marionette, he was forced to slam his head into the ground over and over again!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Alas, launching a blitzkrieg against the floor with his head.

Dull thuds rang out one after another. The ground was littered with deep, dense craters, and Kassiel's forehead became a bloody, mangled mess.

His proud Demon King authority couldn't stir up even the slightest ripple in the face of Ye Chuan's power. It was utterly useless.

It wasn't until Kassiel smashed his head to the point where his consciousness began to blur that the invisible force finally stopped.

He collapsed on the ground, covered in blood and in a wretched state. Where was the elegant nobleman from before?

Ye Chuan looked up at Kalisia hiding behind him and smiled.

"You haven't slapped him enough, right? Go on, keep slapping. You have to get payback for him yelling at you just now."

With Ye Chuan backing her up, the fear in Kalisia's heart instantly dissipated by more than half.

Looking at the pathetic Kassiel on the ground, she thought of her human compatriots who were kept like livestock in his pastures and tortured. She thought of the countless towns and villages he had destroyed, and hatred instantly surged in her heart.

The little girl walked over again, raised her hand, and delivered several vicious slaps across Kassiel's face.

This time, she put all her strength into it.

A critical hit to his psyche!

Kassiel completely lost his mind.

Since his birth as a demon, he had never suffered such humiliation.

Being slapped repeatedly by a little human brat, being forced to kowtow on the ground like a dog—all his pride and dignity were crushed into powder in this moment, leaving not a single trace behind.

"Ahhhhhh!!" he roared, his voice filled with madness and despair. "Kill me if you have the guts! Give me a quick death!! Her Majesty the Demon King will not let you off!"

"Kill you?" Ye Chuan sneered.

"You can't even beat me in a fight, so why should I listen to you? Because you have thick skin?"

"I've never seen such a brazen and shameless person."

Every word was like a sharp knife, stabbing viciously into the pride Kassiel cared about most.

Looking at Ye Chuan's contemptuous gaze, his vision went black. His body violently convulsed, and he actually fainted out of sheer anger, going stiff.

"Huh?" Kalisia stared at the unconscious Kassiel, instantly stunned. She quickly ran to Ye Chuan's side and asked quietly,

"Lord Xi Xi, he... he actually fainted from anger? What do we do now?"

Ye Chuan was also taken aback and couldn't help but shake his head. "How pathetic. With such weak mental fortitude, fainting from anger after just a few words, how is he even a Demon Lord?"

"It seems he's had it too easy, never facing any setbacks."

As if he had had enough fun, he waved his hand casually.

Kassiel's body instantly shattered into a cloud of black smoke, leaving not a single trace behind. Only a soul, firmly bound by chaotic energy, floated in front of Ye Chuan.

With a tap of his finger, the soul was instantly pulled to him.

Time for a soul search.

This time, he finally figured out the full background of the demons on the continent of Aether.

The Eight Great Demon Lords oversaw the four borders of the continent—east, west, south, and north. Each held authorities bestowed by the Demon King, and even the weakest among them was at the ninth tier.

As for that Demon King, Evelina.

She was not the Demon King Ye Chuan had known previously.

At the very least, their appearances were nothing alike. The Demon King he had met before looked like an emotionless, quiet young beauty, whereas this one was more like a well-endowed succubus.

She kept humans as livestock not just to prevent the birth of a Hero, but also to nourish her own magic with a continuous supply of human souls.

Ending the soul search, Ye Chuan casually stuffed Kassiel's soul into a light-attribute holy relic.

He knew everything he needed to know.

It was just a pity that it wasn't the same Demon King.