The Last Abyssal, Tyrannical Pet

Eager to accustom himself to his new strength, which was far more practical than the tyrant qi, since it didn't require the conspicuous traumatization of countless souls.

Namely the path of fear, whose most troublesome aspect was the fact he couldn't kill the victim. He could hide a dead body(in his belly), but not a living one that could report his existence.

In contrast, the 9 Lives Inferno Body only required one to comprehend the applications and profundity of fire, which surely requires far less people harmed in the process.

It was simply too troublesome that he had to be careful with who he killed, since almost every human death was a cause for concern and outcry for the weak willed human race.

Sure he could target beasts, but he had to be careful in choosing which territory to potentially offend.

As he analyzed his own reasons for not indiscriminately assaulting and/or slaughtering people and animals recently, he flew straight home. He did not want to worry the girl, Ling'er, again.

The distress she felt was also transmitted to him, and it was very unpleasant to share. He much rather preferred her spiritedness, which was not that unpleasant to bear.

"Something's different..." On his return flight, for some peculiar reason, he felt his back was light and that he moving far faster than before.

"Hmm..." he pondered lightly.

"Hmm..." he looked at the bright moon.

"Hmm..." he thought he felt something off whilst looking at the moon.

"Ah...!" He then had a thought as his pupils dilated in a sudden realization.

It must be because of his success! His elation in proving his theory and feeling superior to the dominating race of humans by dual cultivating!

Due to his success, a weight on his shoulders must've been relieved, making him feel lighter. And he was flying faster because he was impatient!

That was close. Arrogance was the death of many beasts. Mistakingly thinking oneself superior because of meager strength causes one to overestimate theirselves and hunt prey over their level.

To think he almost made the mistake of an imm.a.t.u.r.e youth. How embarrassing of him, it was good that he caught it.

With his relief, he made it back without incidents.

For some reason, he felt the house was more empty than it should've been, but he could feel that Chen Yan and Ling'er were still inside, so he did not know where the feeling came from.

In the end, he concluded that it was because they were asleep, rather than bustling about.

In any case, his focus turned to his soul. There were now threads of deep crimson running through it, along side the bright red threads of the Tyrant 8 Paths.

In his soul was a red fang, pulsing with golden symbols that radiated killing intent. This was the Blood Seeker Fang, the soul armament he acquired from the Immortal Tyrant 8 Paths.

But it was not alone.

At its side was a red sword blade. No pommel, no hilt, just the blade.

He immediately knew where it went. Where else could he equip a blade aside from his forehead as a formidable horn?

Just kidding, even a fool could tell it was to be used in place of his tail blade.

It was at least 20 centimeters long, quite a bit longer than his own tail blade, but it could surely be adjusted. It came out of his soul after all.

The blade was a bright red, and felt explosive like that of magma in an active volcano.

There were veins of red tracing along the blade, forming symbols unique to soul form armaments.

He decided to call it the Crimson Inferno Blade.

He went to the backyard and equipped the Crimson Inferno Blade.

A glow shone on his tail blade as spots of red appeared and began to spread like a bad rash.

Soon the whole body was coated, and a complete red blade ringing with the sound of steel was present in place of the bone blade making his tail. It then pulsed with obsidian runes adorning It's side.

He moved it around. It was light and sharp, suitable for one such as himself, and did not impede his movements whatsoever.

He then coated it in fire. A darker shade of crimson plumed out the blade, looking like a shadow on the blade.

The flame was darker in color than the flames appearing on the rest of his body, making it stand out.

He didn't think that was good, as it would be better if opponents could not see it coming in conjunction with other things on fire.

He soon familiarized himself with it, and flexed his body to feel the changes left by the cultivation manual.

He decided to call it a day, and go to bed. If he kept doing stuff at night and in the day, he would never have the time to sleep.

Then his scalp tingled.

Once again he felt something off, like he was neglecting something...

He wanted to find out what it was...

But he had forgotten it, so it must not have been that important.

He then proceeded to sleep like a baby...

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"Hey, little brat...?"

"Runt...?"

"Where are you...?"

"Err... Hades...?"

"...Xiaohei...?"

"...you still here...?"