Within the Training Ground, Chen Fei's calm, unruffled words were like a red-hot steel needle, viciously piercing Ji Yangming's ears and driving deep into the innermost depths of his prideful heart—a heart that had never suffered such humiliation.
An indescribable fury and shame, like an erupting volcano, instantly breached the dam of Ji Yangming's reason, making him nearly roar without restraint and destroy everything before him.
He, Ji Yangming, now the foremost Mid-stage Sovereign Realm cultivator in the Xuan Yu Realm, had swept unhindered through all opposition. When had he ever been questioned from on high as if he were some ant being scolded?
This was simply trampling his lifelong dignity and pride beneath someone's feet and grinding them to dust.
Yet the last remnants of cold reason clearly told Ji Yangming a bloody reality: he was severely injured, his right arm utterly shattered, his demonic energy in chaos, his aura weakened.
Meanwhile, Chen Fei across from him had a steady, enduring aura and was completely unharmed.
This ultimate humiliation and cruel disparity in strength were like a basin of icy water mixed with shards of ice, poured over his head. More than half of Ji Yangming's boiling rage instantly cooled, replaced by a bone-deep chill and inexpressible frustration.
"Aaargh!"
Ji Yangming abruptly raised his head and let out a heart-rending roar that shook the heavens, filled with endless unwillingness, venom, and madness. His eyes were blood-red, and his face twisted into a savage mask from the extreme fury and pain.
Eight Talismans Burn Blood, Origin Sacrifice!
Ji Yangming swiftly formed an ancient, sinister forbidden demonic seal with both hands, one radiating the aura of self-destruction and annihilation.
"Buzz!"
The eight Natal Talismans around him, already dim and riddled with cracks, suddenly erupted with blinding black demonic light.
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