The arena roared once more.
Stone platforms repaired themselves under Celestial Sect formations as the next match was announced. Spiritual banners fluttered, and the air buzzed with anticipation as cultivators leaned forward in their seats.
“Next match,” the overseer boomed, “Kaelaric Ashborne of the Heavenly Demonic Sect versus Zhou Han of the Azure Flame Pavilion!”
A ripple spread through the crowd.
Kaelaric stepped forward.
He did not rush.
He did not posture.
His presence alone was enough.
Tall, broad-shouldered, his blackened executioner’s armor bore faint crimson veins that pulsed like a living thing. His halberd rested casually on his shoulder, yet the ground beneath his feet faintly cracked with each step.
Across from him, Zhou Han—a late-stage golden core cultivator—swallowed hard.
That aura…
It’s not just killing intent.
From the sect master’s platform, Jin watched silently, one elbow resting on his throne-like seat, chin propped against his knuckles. His eyes followed Kaelaric with mild interest.
Show them, Jin thought. Show them what execution truly means.
The gong sounded.
Zhou Han moved first, flames erupting around his body as azure fire condensed into twin spears. He shouted, charging forward with a roar fueled by desperation.
Kaelaric did not move.
The spears struck.
—or rather, they stopped.
Barely a handspan from Kaelaric’s chest, the flames distorted, twisted… and were cut cleanly in half.
Kaelaric had swung.
No one saw it.
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A crescent of execution intent tore through the arena, extinguishing the flames and sending Zhou Han flying like a broken doll. He smashed into the barrier and slumped unconscious before hitting the ground.
Silence.
Then—
“Winner,” the overseer said hoarsely, “Kaelaric Ashborne.”
The arena exploded with noise.
But Jin barely reacted.
Because at that moment—
DING.
A translucent screen unfolded before Jin’s eyes.
[Heavenly Demon God System Notification]
Congratulations, Host.
Your actions have aligned with the will of slaughter, authority, and dominion.
You have been recognized by a Demonic Supreme from another universe.
Jin’s smile deepened slightly.
Another screen followed immediately.
[Reward Granted: Supreme Inheritance – Blood Wielder]
The air around Jin subtly shifted.
Even without activating it, something ancient stirred in his blood.
Inheritance Details:
Blood Wielder – A supreme demonic technique originating from a higher-dimensional universe.
Grants dominion over bloodlines, species, and biological will.
Jin’s vision darkened for a heartbeat.
Then—
His eyes changed.
Not outwardly.
Not yet.
But within his pupils, a pair of crimson irises bloomed, each bearing a thin, rotating ring of living blood, revolving endlessly like a ritual circle etched into his soul.
Information poured into his mind.
Blood was not merely fluid.
It was memory.
Lineage.
Fear.
Blood Wielder – Core Abilities:
? Impose absolute will upon weaker bloodlines and species
? Induce instinctual terror through bloodline suppression
? Blood manipulation (single or multiple targets)
Techniques unfolded naturally:
—Forcing enemies to choke on their own blood
—Causing internal hemorrhaging without external wounds
—Freezing blood mid-flow
—Ripping blood from veins to form weapons or seals
But then—
The system added something new.
Mutation Detected.
Due to Host’s demonic nature, Blood Wielder has evolved.
Jin’s brows rose slightly.
Additional Ability Granted:
Supreme Demonic Qi
The moment Jin absorbed it, his internal world shook.
This qi was different.
Not ether.
Not spiritual energy.
This was higher-dimensional demonic qi, originating from a universe far above Ether’s plane. Dense. Tyrannical. Vast.
Ether… was a lower-dimensional world.
Which meant—
Even a trickle of this qi was a massive boost.
Jin exhaled slowly.
So that’s how it is.
Then—
DING.
Another notification.
[Heavenly Demon God System – Mission Issued]
Mission:
Ensure that the Heavenly Demonic Sect becomes the only demonic sect in the world.
Status: Mandatory
Failure: Not advised
Jin didn’t hesitate.
“Accepted,” he said silently.
His lips curved into a dangerous smile.
Only demonic sect…
His thoughts drifted immediately to one name.
Wonderland.
The slaughtered city.
The sacrifices.
The shadow that Ren Kai had just stepped into.
I was planning to visit anyway, Jin mused.
He leaned back in his seat, crimson eyes flickering faintly as the competition continued below him.
Kaelaric returned to the five demons, Seraphine scoffing lightly, Ashura grinning, Nyx watching Jin with quiet pride, Dorian adjusting his gloves with a calm nod.
None of them noticed the subtle shift in their master’s aura.
But the saints did.
And somewhere far away—
Blood stirred.
Jin chuckled softly, low and amused.
“…Things are getting interesting.”
