Hysteria
Every time he struggled, it carried boundless despair and fury.
It was an explosion born from grief pushed to its very limit.
Shen Wuxiao had already tortured him into hysteria.
But he had barely managed to suppress it.
Now, he had learned that Su Ziming had died at the hands of the Yellow Robe Holy Lord.
All those emotions had piled together and come surging forth in one overwhelming rush.
His guilt multiplied with them.
Su Ziming had been ruined by him.
Now that he was dead, how could this vengeance go unavenged?
He could take up Ren Xiang's vendetta, and he would take up Su Ziming's as well.
"Ah!!!"
"Let go of me!"
The veins on Xiao Yifeng's forehead bulged as he looked like a wild beast.
"Yifeng, don't act impulsively! Calm down! What can you do like this?"
"Besides, Su Ziming was the one who went to kill the Yellow Robe Holy Lord first!"
Xiao Qidong pinned him down tightly as he explained.
Xiao Yifeng nearly ground his teeth to pieces as he cursed, "Fuck you, fuck you! Shouldn't he have killed him?"
"That old beast deserved to die! Neutral, my ass—neutral my fucking ass, that old dog."
"Ah!!! Yellow Robe Holy Lord, Yellow Robe Holy Lord! If I, Xiao Yifeng, don't kill you, I swear I'm not human! I swear I'm not human!"
He roared like a beast.
Yet he could not break free, and he knew that in his current state, revenge was still far beyond his reach.
He could only break down and weep in despair.
"Brother Ming, sister-in-law... I’ve wronged you both, I’ve wronged you both..."
"My death would not be enough to atone..."
He hammered the hospital bed viciously.
Only after a long while did he finally calm down.
His hollow eyes