Chapter 15 : Primordial blood revolution technique

"Wait!" Dean called out to Osa before he started sucking Lust King's blood. "I have a technique - it was created by me during my free time, using a mystical cultivation technique from my universe as its base. Whoa, what type of technique is that?" Osa asked. "It's called the Primordial Blood Revolution Technique," Dean replied. "It uses blood or any type of energy to temper your body, purify your blood and aura, and in the process, increases your realm.

"Please teach me," Osa begged. "Of course, I'm going to teach you," Dean replied, "but remember, even I, the creator, don't fully understand the depth of this technique. So, you'll have to be careful, as there might be some risks involved. Are you sure you're ready to learn it?"

Osa was lost in thought, absorbing "blood...also purify my blood aura and temper my body...it also increases my realm...but with a risk of being addicted, which can turn me into a blood demon...a blood demon that knows nothing but killing and devouring." As if guessing Osa's thoughts, Dean said, "Kid, with this technique, you don't have to worry about addiction." "Oh, really? You mean I don't have to worry about addiction? Alright, I'll practice it," Osa said.

Dean secretly let out a sigh of relief, as he had really wanted Osa to cultivate the technique, but he was unsure of the outcome. A few seconds later, a vast amount of information flooded Osa's mind, detailing the Blood Revolution Technique - a mysterious technique capable of refining any type of energy, whether life force or other forms of energy. "Dean, Osa called out, "you have this type of miraculous technique with you?" Dean replied, "Well, like I said earlier, I haven't studied it in depth. It might have a lot of risks associated with it, but its function is also quite tempting."

The impatient Osa immediately started channeling his blood aura according to the Blood Revolution Technique. After trying it for ten minutes, he stopped, grabbed Lust King's corpse, and started devouring its blood while simultaneously circulating the Blood Revolution Technique.

A few minutes later, Osa stopped, not because of tiredness, but because Lust King's corpse had been completely drained of blood, leaving behind a desiccated body that looked like it had been dead for centuries. Feeling the astonishing amount of energy coursing through his body, Osa was taken aback and hastily sat down to focus on refining it with the Blood Revolution Technique.

An unknown amount of time later, Osa opened his eyes, causing red sparks to flash through them. His usually red eyes now had an extra red glow, and clenching his fist, he felt the quality and quantity of his blood aura increase. Osa felt as if with a single punch, he could turn a huge mountain to dust. He was very certain that if he were to meet Lust King now, he would not rely on luck to win again; what's more, he felt like it would not be a fight but a slaughter. "Dean, it looks like a success. I don't feel any discomfort; if anything, I feel stronger," Osa said. "Then we don't have anything to worry about for now. I can't wait to see what would happen when you evolve to the Mortal Realm," Dean said in excitement.

"Hmm, someone's coming," Dean said all of a sudden.

"Who?" Osa asked.

"I don't know, but he's quite strong," Dean replied.

"How strong?" Osa probed.

"At the Mortal Realm," Dean said, his tone grave.

"And with your current strength, confronting a Mortal Realm hybrid is suicidal," Dean warned.

"Whoa, what are we still waiting for? Let's go!" Osa said, springing to his feet, preparing to run.

"He's approximately five kilometers away from here," Dean said, "but being at the Mortal Realm, this distance might as well not exist. So, how are you going to run away from him?"

Thinking about something, Osa stopped and asked, "Is he not the other hybrid you mentioned earlier?"

"No, that one is weak compared to him, even to Lust King," Dean answered.

"Ohh, he has stopped," Dean said.

"He stopped?" Osa asked.

"Yeah," Dean confirmed.

"Why did he stop?" Osa asked, his confusion evident.

"Yeah, isn't it obvious? I sealed this place," Dean said arrogantly. "Even that lord in that pavilion cannot probe this place with his spiritual sense If he even if wanted to"

"Gosh!" Osa was astonished and asked, "So we're not in a hurry, right?"

"Yeah," Dean answered, then he continued, "Just do whatever you want to do and be fast with it before that guy starts calling people..." Dean was cut short before he finished what he was saying, and he was surprised. Noticing Dean's surprised expression, Osa became alert and started looking around vigilantly before asking, "What's wrong?"

Dean didn't reply, instead, with a red flash, he appeared in front of Osa with an oppressing, formless wave of energy emitting out of his transparent body. Even though that energy wave wasn't directed towards Osa, he was finding it difficult to move; just breathing seemed impossible. Osa was terrified and thought to himself, "Is this the extent of Dean's power?"

On the other side, though covered with a cloak, it was not difficult to know that the uninvited guest was a man due to his bulging muscles. This mysterious man, with a silly smile on his face, let out a majestic spiritual sense that caused the distortion of space around him, creating a palpable aura of power and intimidation.

The wave of spiritual sense was heading towards the invisible spiritual energy barrier set by Dean. "I'm going to break this barrier," the mysterious man thought to himself. However, before his spiritual sense even touched the barrier, it was intercepted by another terrifying spiritual sense. The mysterious man was surprised, not expecting someone in this little city to possess this type of tyrannical spiritual sense. He hurriedly increased the output of his spiritual sense before it gets wounded due to his carelessness. Soon, both spiritual energies started battling for supremacy, their intense clash causing the air to distort and tremble.

The terrifying wave of energy emitting out of Dean's transparent body would increase ever so slightly from time to time, before abruptly decreasing, indicating that he was not really taking his opponent seriously. While this was going on, there were very few people in the whole of Blue Fur City who noticed it, and among them was the Kenoly Pavilion Lord, who was currently standing on top of a skyscraper, looking in the direction of the Gry Brothel. Even with his great eyesight, he couldn't see what was currently happening there; all he could see was mist. Even with his majestic spiritual sense, he couldn't penetrate the veil, and it wasn't just him - no one else could either, a testament to the incredible power of who ever sealed that place.