Reincarnation of the Blood Demon - Chapter 32

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Blood Demon Reincarnation
Episode 32
Prey
The moment the Yeokseong Jingyeong projectile came hurtling down, several elders of the Hwanhun Sect who had been preparing their formation reacted instantly.
“Where——!”
“This wretch——!”
Two elderly figures leaped high into the air, drawing Internal Energy to the tips of their hands as if to counteract the technique’s trajectory.
“Hyah!”
With a shout, both elders came flying from left and right simultaneously.
“——?!”
In that instant, their arms shattered as they were hurled backward by the collision.
‘That’s got to hurt.’
Boom——!
An elder crashed into one of the Altar’s pillars, and the stone could not withstand the impact, crumbling inward with a roar.
The two elders lay buried beneath the rubble, motionless, while the Yeokseong Jingyeong continued unabated, sweeping through the enemies in the center.
Crash——!!
As if a thunderbolt had fallen in the middle of the battlefield, a heavy shock resonated through every nerve of the body.
When the dust cleared, the scene that emerged was astonishing.
‘…More than I imagined.’
As though an icy thunderbolt had fallen, black frost bloomed outward from the epicenter of the Yeokseong Jingyeong’s detonation, consuming everything in its wake.
The temperature of the entire area had noticeably dropped—palpably cold.
The elder caught in the heart of the Yeokseong Jingyeong had frozen solid before his body shattered like glass, and another elder farther out, entombed in black frost, had become indistinguishable from a statue.
Even those who had barely escaped gasped raggedly, their faces drained of all color.
More than a third of the Hwanhun Sect’s assembled forces had been neutralized.
From a single pulse of the Yeokseong Jingyeong.
‘Fortune smiles on me.’
The Hwanhun Sect was no trivial opponent.
Had they not divided their strength, had they thrown everything at him from the start, even Jeok Un-hui would have found breaking through difficult.
‘Though if they had, I would have simply employed other means.’
Among them, the Grand Elder Jin Wi-hon was particularly dangerous.
Of all the masters he had faced since his reincarnation, Jin Wi-hon was undoubtedly the strongest, and his techniques were troublesome indeed.
Jeok Un-hui had defeated him through fierce combat, nothing more—and had it not been for the Life Absorption of the Hwanhun Sect disciples preceding this encounter, it would have been costly.
And Jeok Un-hui had absorbed the Life Force of those disciples, along with the Grand Elder himself.
Now, bursting Life Force and bitterly cold Curse Energy clashed within his body without yielding an inch—a collision that continued unresolved.
Which meant the Yeokseong Jingyeong unleashed in such a state carried power incomparable to anything before it.
‘My insides feel bloated.’
Even after venting once, the amount of accumulated Curse Energy within his body remained absurdly vast.
He slowly lowered his arm, which throbbed from the Yeokseong Jingyeong’s recoil, revealing nothing of the pain.
There was no need to expose weakness.
‘We got them cheaply.’
It was only because he had feigned a trap and launched a sudden ambush; had they fought inside their vaunted formation, the situation would be reversed by now.
His body was ravaged from all the effort to reach this point, but for a confrontation against a sect of the Hwanhun Sect’s caliber, the result was respectable.
“Hah.”
Jeok Un-hui exhaled softly, his gaze sweeping across the field.
His enemies stood frozen, unprepared for the catastrophe that had unfolded, unable to move.
Jeok Un-hui opened his right hand and pressed it against his chest. Then, infusing it with Internal Energy, he twisted sharply.
Thump——!
The blood meridians in his heart responded with violent intensity, pounding fiercely.
Blood Explosive Thunder.
The amplified Life Force surged through his entire frame.
Every hair on his body, every strand of fine down stood on end.
Jeok Un-hui’s lips twisted into a savage grin.
“Was the greeting too much? Well, either way…….”
The blade at his waist pointed directly and unwaveringly toward the Hwanhun Sect Master.
“Time to finish this.”
“You——!”
Before the Hwanhun Sect Master could even respond, Jeok Un-hui, his stance lowered to its extreme, burst forward like an arrow loosed.
Clang——!
The Hwanhun Sect Master hastily summoned his Internal Energy, and his palm met Jeok Un-hui’s blade with a metallic shriek, his eyes widening in shock.
‘What in the——!’
It was a power that could never have come from a boy’s body.
She had anticipated it would be no small matter, certainly, but this exceeded even her imagination.
“Don’t underestimate me!”
Yet the Hwanhun Sect Master was no ordinary figure either.
He seized the blade itself in his grip, then wove hand seals rapidly with his free left hand.
Black Chains erupted from the pillars of the half-collapsed Altar.
Whish-whish-whish!
Four lengths of chain, one from each direction, writhed like living serpents and surged toward Jeok Un-hui to bind him.
‘Caught!’
His opponent’s grip on the blade kept it pinned for the moment.
Even a monster like the Third Young Master could not evade this.
“Now!”
The Hwanhun Sect Master cried out urgently. The Elders responded in unison, preparing their spell-work, but Jeok Un-hui moved first.
He wove the Sword Seal with his left hand, then calmly, precisely, aimed at the incoming chains.
Tap-tap-tap-tap!
With a crackling sound, what erupted were four flicks of his fingers.
After endless repetition and honing, the Finger Flick Technique had accelerated dramatically. He had focused only on speed, so the destructive force was minimal, but sufficient to disrupt the chains’ trajectory.
The finger flicks struck the edges of the chains, and robbed of momentum, the Black Chains missed their mark around Jeok Un-hui.
“A good attempt.”
At the same time, he poured more force into the blade. His Blood Aura tore through the Sect Master’s Internal Energy and carved deep wounds into his palm.
“Urgh——!”
If he held on much longer, his hand would be severed clean off. Finally, the Hwanhun Sect Master surrendered his grip and fell back.
As the Sect Master withdrew from the front line, what lay exposed were the Hwanhun Sect Elders themselves.
The greatest weakness of a spell-caster revealed itself here.
“Ah——!”
Already committed to their incantations, they could not dodge in time.
The foremost Elder’s eyes flew wide with despair, and Jeok Un-hui, seizing the opening, drove his blade through the man’s heart.
Splurt!
The completed curse-work of the Elders struck the spot an instant too late, but Jeok Un-hui had already withdrawn.
Crack-crack-crack-crack——!
Curses reeking of rot, erosion, and ruin engulfed the corpse of the fallen Elder instead.
The body, riddled with so many spells, left not even bone—melting into a handful of blood.
“This bastard——!”
One Elder manifested a Martial Spirit Phantom and swung its sword.
The phantom was dim as shadow, yet its blade was real. The phantom’s strike connected, and someone coughed blood and collapsed.
“W-Elder Yeom!”
The face of the Elder who had launched the attack turned pale. He had cut down not the Third Young Master, but his own comrade.
“Damn it, scatter!”
The Hwanhun Sect Master gnashed his teeth and shouted, but Jeok Un-hui, slippery as an eel, wove between the Elders, drawing them into chaos.
Splash!
From behind, a blade erupted through an Elder’s ribs.
“Hark——!”
Jeok Un-hui seized the Elder’s neck and spun half a turn.
Crack-crack-crack, savage spells flew in and mangled the Elder’s upper body.
Jeok Un-hui hurled the tattered corpse away and moved again.
“Do not deploy broad-scale spell-work! Our own will be caught in it!”
Frustration mounting beyond measure, the Hwanhun Sect Master twisted his face with anger.
The Hwanhun Sect had always specialized in using varied Illusion Techniques and Formations to confound an enemy’s senses and gradually consume them.
Yet in this melee, their strength had become their poison.
Any spell with broader range, any Illusion Technique that warped the environment, risked sweeping away their own allies tangled with Jeok Un-hui—which happened again and again.
All they could employ were isolated, single-strike Curse spells.
But even so, the Hwanhun Sect still held the numerical advantage. It was impossible for even Jeok Un-hui to evade everything.
“Die!”
An Elder conjured a blade of Curse Energy that grazed Jeok Un-hui’s forearm, and a Poison Butterfly that flew in pierced his shoulder.
The Elders’ attacks were beginning to land.
“Step back!”
At the command, the Elders withdrew, and from the Hwanhun Sect Master’s sleeves erupted tendrils of black aura that lashed forward like dozens of writhing tentacles.
A perfect opening struck while the Elders bought time to prepare.
Clang-clang-clang-clang——!
Though Jeok Un-hui reacted in time, his opponent was indeed the finest master the Hwanhun Sect had to offer.
Formidable power. Jeok Un-hui’s body was driven back helplessly as he swept the tentacles away.

“……!”
The tide of battle turned.
The surviving elders began supporting the Sect Master, unleashing a relentless barrage from all sides.
Illusion Techniques and killing strikes filled his vision, raining down in numbers he could no longer repel.
In that instant, Jeok Un-hui’s eyes bloomed crimson.
‘Now I can do this without hesitation.’
As Jeok Un-hui stepped back and made a grasping gesture—as if pulling something up from the ground—the blood scattered across the Altar surged upward, forming a barrier.
Crash!
Every attack poured down upon that Blood Barrier, halted in its tracks. Even the Hwanhun Sect Master’s absolute technique was no exception.
The pinnacle of all blood arts in the world—the manifestation of the Demonic Heavenly Blood Sea Technique.
In exchange, the Internal Energy within Jeok Un-hui’s Dantian was depleting at a terrible rate, but he did not care.
‘Prey is everywhere.’

Jeok Un-hui bounded off the Blood Barrier and seized the nearest elder by the throat.
“Gasp!”
Crack!
The sound of something twisting.
“Aaaaagh!”
The scream did not last long. Drained of his Life Force, the elder’s body withered into a mummy in an instant.
Having carved out the depths of his Dantian with the Demonic Heavenly Blood Sea Technique, it swelled full again.
“He’s using Curse Magic! Don’t make contact!”
“……Who are you to lecture?”
For a moment, Jeok Un-hui even forgot the heat of battle, letting out a hollow laugh.
Yet the elders of the Hwanhun Sect could only see an sight too unreal to comprehend.
Slash! Crack——
One stroke cleaved his enemy’s throat; his left hand drained the life from the one he held.
He did not spare his Internal Energy. It refilled the moment it was spent.
And so he did not tire. His Life Force remained brimming, and as time wore on, he only grew more savage, more brutal.
“A monster!”
“Don’t come closer! Don’t come any closer……!”
Fear bloomed across the elders’ faces.
Jeok Un-hui walked on, drenched in blood.
“Struggle hard. I’ll make sure you die screaming.”

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