“Damn you, bastard. I’m starting. You have to stop them!”0

Woo-Moon sat cross-legged and brought the unconscious Cho-Ah floating in front of him.0

He moved his fingers in a dazzling manner as if he was picking gold from thin air, examining Cho-Ah’s meridians and trying to find a solution.0

The Blood Cloud Devil Emperor stepped back, holding his breath. He was afraid of disturbing Woo-Moon. He then looked closely at Cho-Ah’s face, the face of his younger sister whom he hadn’t seen in forty years.0

He laughed while shedding tears. 0

‘You have to live, no matter what, Cho-Ah. I… even if I live, I can’t be with you. The smell of blood on my hands can never be cleansed, and this cursed demonic art of mine makes it impossible for me ever to escape it or control my desire for blood. So, don’t be sad. I was destined to die anyway.’0

On that fateful day of his awakening, the Blood Cloud Devil Emperor had killed the Blood Cult leader in his bed, absorbed the entirety of his Blood Devil Merciless Art cultivation, and then knocked out Cho-Ah by pressing her acupoints.0

Then, he murdered every single member of the Blood Cult and used every single drop of their blood to hold a bloody banquet for himself. It was nothing to write home about; after all, he had become an Absolute Master, and none of the...0