Li Mu Yang saw himself as a small-time nobody.
A man with affection and loyalty, who cherished his own life and valued the lives of others.
He had not learned the ruthless decisiveness of "when one general succeeds, ten thousand bones lie beneath him," nor did he wish to become an eternal tyrant who believed, "I would rather betray the world than let the world betray me."
He only wanted to quietly and happily be a man who was neither good nor bad.
If someone hit him, and he had the ability, he would hit back.
If someone loved him, he would have the means to repay that love.
This was his second meeting with Hong Xiu. Their first meeting could hardly be called "pleasant."
Yet this young girl was willing to throw herself in front of the blade to protect him, even at the cost of fighting to the death.
Li Mu Yang did not know what relationship she had with the Lu family, and he did not care about any of that. All he knew was that this girl was about to be buried beneath that heavy sword for the sake of protecting him.
The omnipresent restraints made Li Mu Yang furious, while the feeling of being powerless to turn the tide left him frustrated. He wanted the madness to shatter heaven and earth, wanted to unleash a deafening roar at the people of the world.
I do not kill people, yet people want to kill me.
I do not destroy heaven, yet heaven wants to destroy me.
These people, this heaven—they were simply bullying him too far!
His blood boiled. Fierce murderous rage surged upward, eager to burst through the heavenly spirit above his head.
Within the sea of his heart, the black crystal rotated. The pressure