Reincarnation of the Blood Demon - Chapter 33

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Blood Demon Reincarnation
Chapter 33
I’ll Return It All
Internal Energy and Physical Strength are not infinite.
It was an inescapable limit that any human must bear.
The moment he broke free from that constraint, even briefly, the balance of the battlefield shattered.
“N-no, Lord! Aaaaaahhh!”
“S-save me—!”
Each time the blade, stained crimson, flashed, something was severed from the battlefield.
The Hwan Honmun Sect still commanded greater numbers, yet it mattered not at all.
Jik Unhui grew stronger with every moment of combat, and as the battle wore on, those who tired were not his side but the elders of Hwan Honmun, despite their numerical advantage.
“This is utterly unreasonable—!”
A spectacle so absurd it defied comprehension. Nothing but a cascade of impossibilities.
The elders resisted with all their strength, yet their spirits were already broken, their momentum lost. They were merely deferring death.
“Lord, please!”
The elders of Hwan Honmun were swept away like autumn leaves before the wind.
The eyes of the Hwan Honmun Lord, watching from afar, trembled without mercy.
“……This cannot be.”
In the midst of smooth sailing, a calamity bearing the name of the Third Young Master had fallen upon them without warning.
He wielded martial arts unlike anything ever seen before, and even setting that aside, he fought with a madness that was terrifying to behold—such that one might believe the legendary Blood Heaven himself had been resurrected.
Before long, the survivors could be counted on a single hand. It was the eve of total annihilation.
“It crumbles so easily……?”
Only hollow breath escaped his lips. The damage was already catastrophic.
He had spent long years in Hyeol Gyo. He could not be ignorant.
Even if he survived this moment, those demonic creatures of Hyeol Gyo would never permit him to live—a man who had lost everything.
When he considered the degradation and suffering that awaited him, death itself might be the kinder mercy.
‘……Yuk Elder. That man, too.’
The face of the man who had extended such a sweet hand naturally rose before his mind.
—We prepare an unprecedented great technique. Should it succeed, the very foundations of our sect will shift. Will you join us?
The great technique he had heard described was, true to Yuk Elder’s words, unprecedented.
‘Accumulating vast Life Force itself, then detonating it in a single moment to manifest an absolute of the prior generation.’
At first he had dismissed it as nonsense, but once the explanation was laid bare, his mind had changed.
A grand technique uniting Formation Technique, Ghost Art, and countless other mystical disciplines in intimate harmony.
‘It…… makes sense.’
Even he had never witnessed a ritual of such caliber, and that alone convinced him of its plausibility.
The Hwan Honmun Lord himself was counted among the finest in Formation Technique and Illusion Art within Hyeol Gyo.
Which was precisely why Yuk Elder had approached him.
‘But no matter how capable Yuk Elder is, this scale could never rest upon his shoulders alone.’
There must exist a vast conspiracy, a power behind the scenes of which he was ignorant.
Though he had hesitated, the fruit offered was far too sweet to refuse.
‘……I should never have reached for it.’
He had never imagined he would be brought to such ruin by a mere novice from the outer sects.
Moreover, he still could not fathom why the Third Young Master opposed him at all.
Their spheres of influence barely overlapped, and he had done nothing to incur such hatred.
‘Perhaps it was a trap from the very beginning.’
What if this were a scheme to seize his territory?
Countless thoughts swirled through his mind, robbing him of any clear judgment.
One thing alone remained certain: there was no future left.
‘Then.’
Poison kindled in the eyes of the Hwan Honmun Lord, still drowning in confusion.
His gaze drifted naturally toward the Vessel behind him.
The concentrated essence of all the Life Force he had gathered over the years lay dormant within it.
Such vast Blood Qi did it contain that though the surface appeared calm, he could almost swear he saw it pulsing like a heart.
“I have no choice.”
He muttered words of unclear meaning, then began to move with measured steps.
‘What is he doing?’
Jik Unhui’s brow furrowed at this sudden turn of events.
“……All of you, offer your blood.”
With a low murmur, the Hwan Honmun Lord, standing at the center of the altar, wove a hand seal with both palms.
In that instant.
Screeeee──
The blood meridians carved into the floor suddenly blazed with sinister brilliance, then spread in an instant beyond the altar to engulf the entire space around it. And then, they reached all the way to the feet of the resisting elders.
“Wait, no, Lord Hwan Honmun!”
“Surely not……!”
The elders’ eyes widened in shock, their faces etched with deep betrayal.
The reason for their expressions became clear soon enough.
The elders’ bodies began to wither simultaneously, as though they were victims of the Life Absorption Technique.
“Aaaahhhhh──!”
With that terrible death cry, the living and the already dead alike.
Eyes once burning with resentment dimmed rapidly, and the stolen vitality flowed along the blood meridians toward the Vessel at the center.
“This is all because of you!”
The Hwan Honmun Lord shrieked with eyes blazing with primordial fury.
Jik Unhui’s expression twisted as though he were looking at filth.
“So the bastard really is completely insane.”
He had never imagined that someone of the Lord’s station would grind through the very lives of his own subordinates to pull off such nonsense.
He had already crossed the line; now he was showing the depths below the depths.
As Jik Unhui’s expression hardened into stone, the Hwan Honmun Lord let out a howl in his hoarse voice.
“If not for you! If you had not presumed to crawl out beyond Byeol Palace, there would have been no need for such grievous sacrifice!”
Seized by blind frenzy, the Hwan Honmun Lord screamed with bloodshot eyes.
“All of this is your fault! You have ruthlessly driven our sect to ruin, destroyed everything without us having harbored the slightest enmity toward you!”
Right to the end, he refused to acknowledge his own depravity, blaming everything on another. The absurdity of it——of him even invoking righteousness——left Jik Unhui incredulous.
He laughed, a short, bitter sound that cut through the chaos.
“I never thought I’d hear the word ‘ruthless’ come from your mouth. If that was meant as a joke, you’ve succeeded.”
“I……!”
“Silence. I see now——you’ve lived far too long and lost your mind. If that’s the problem, I’ll fix it myself.”
At Jik Unhui’s cutting mockery, the Hwan Honmun Lord’s face twisted grotesquely.
“Yes! Even if it costs me everything, I will drag you down to hell with me!”
Click!
As the Hwan Honmun Lord finally completed the seals and brought his palms together, a crimson vortex suddenly erupted from the Vessel on the altar.
Rumble─!
Blood Qi that had originally been gathered as core material for the great technique.
To this was now added the resentment and life force of the elders. Naturally, a tremendous surge of power was concentrated there.
The vortex transformed in mid-air into the shape of a blood-red evil dragon.
Shrieeeek──!
And then it lunged toward Jik Unhui with jaws wide open.
“Die!”
Resentful Blood Descent.
The curse art of Extreme Ascension, and the Hwan Honmun Lord’s final, ultimate technique.
The will to spare no effort, to ensure that Jik Unhui did not leave this place alive, was palpable.
The completed blood dragon’s momentum was correspondingly overwhelming. Even an elder of Hyeol Gyo would surely have to accept death.
And yet.
“Thank you for finishing the work for me.”
Jik Unhui’s lips curled upward as though he had been waiting for this.
He did not dodge. There was no reason to.
“Come…….”
Staring directly into the eyes of the approaching blood dragon, Jik Unhui slowly extended his left hand.
“Come.”
In the instant before the blood dragon’s fierce assault collided with the seemingly insignificant boy,
what transpired exceeded all imagination.
Craaaaash──!
The structure of the power that formed the blood dragon shuddered to its very foundations,
and rather than consuming its target, it was instead drawn at an unstoppable velocity toward Jik Unhui’s palm center.
“What……?!”
The Hwan Honmun Lord’s eyes stretched impossibly wide with horror.
This was power compressed from hundreds of resentful thoughts——something far closer to virulent poison than ordinary energy, such that even an elder-level master would have every blood meridian burst and die the moment they attempted to receive such an immense force.
“Impossible! Such a thing cannot be……!”
It was as though every effort and suffering of a lifetime were being reduced to foam in a single instant.
Ordinarily, such reasoning would have been sound…….
“You chose the wrong opponent.”
Whether it was blood Qi brimming with resentment or anything else——in the end, it was still blood.
Then.
“There is no reason I cannot control it.”
Whoooooosh──!!
An unreal sight: the massive serpent being drawn into the boy’s outstretched palm.
Yet it was not without resistance.
Screeeech─!
Black veins swelled across his open left hand. Blood Qi threaded through with resentment and sorrow shrieked and writhed.
But Jik Unhui did not so much as blink, controlling the force with perfect stillness.
‘Quiet now. I do this to avenge you.’
As though the Blood Qi heard his heart, the wild thrashing that had threatened to explode suddenly stilled.
Because the force had merged into his own body, Jik Unhui could sense it all with perfect clarity.
The essence of blood extracted from hundreds of innocent lives ground to dust. The cutting resentment that dwelled within it.
Of course, such a sudden influx of power was a considerable strain even for Jik Unhui.
“It would be better to send all of you—and myself—to rest quickly.”
The moment it flowed in, he wove it together through Martial Art Incantation and set it in motion.
The tremendous Blood Qi poured into the Labor Palace Acupoint of his left hand, and immediately raced through his entire body along the Hand Jueyin Pericardium Meridian.
Thump──.
A sense of omnipotence that resonated with the soul. As though everything had finally found its place, every element that composed his flesh awakened in response to the Demon Heaven Blood Sea Technique’s power.
The force that raced through his entire body then blazed fiercely through the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian on his right side, converging at last in the Palm Center of his right hand.
All of this in the span of a single heartbeat.
“Did I not say I would take everything from you?”
Eyes that gleamed a vivid crimson bent in a thin smile.
The sword in his grip was engulfed in blood-dark force.
This was the secret martial art of Jik Sahyeok of the Blood Heaven.
“Now I return it all to you.”
The Demon Heaven Blood Sea Technique.
First Verse.
Crack Wheel.
A torrent erupted from the blade’s edge, tearing the world asunder.

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