Long Chen sat on his cultivation platform, eyes closed, as the information about the new technique settled into his mind.
The pain from the initial circulation had faded to a dull ache. His body was adjusting, slowly, to the foreign energy patterns the technique demanded.
*The Blood Tyrant Devouring Art,* Azazel said, his voice taking on a lecturing tone. *One of the most powerful body cultivation techniques in existence. And before you start judging, let me explain what makes it special.*
Long Chen opened his eyes. "I'm listening."
*Good. Because this isn't just some random demonic technique I picked up.* Azazel's voice carried a hint of pride. *This was created by my brother—the Demon Sin of Wrath, Asmodeus. And trust me when I say he knew what he was doing.*
"Your brother," Long Chen repeated. "The Demon Sin of Wrath."
