Yu Xiaoheng's eyes burned with pure, undisguised fighting intent!
"Come."
"Come again."
Amazing!
The feeling of battle was simply incredible!
Violence was a temptation no man could refuse, especially when that violence was firmly under his own control.
He remembered the past.
Back at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, every step he took within the sect had been difficult.
To awaken his Martial Soul, to raise his Innate Soul Power, he had poured in countless drops of sweat and effort.
His Martial Soul Evolution and acquisition of his First Spirit Ring might have seemed infinitely glorious.
But...
The fire in his heart had not been extinguished by the elders' praise.
The pain of being carved apart a thousand times while tempering his body in the Thunder Pool, the stifling emotions that had built up day after day in his heart—none of it had faded in the slightest because of others' envious gazes.
And... Qian Xunji.
Spirit Hall. Pope Hall.
That day, that man had needed only a glance, a burst of pressure, to make him feel as if he had fallen into an icy abyss and tasted the fear of death.
Weak!
Far too weak!
Compared to that overwhelming pressure, Rou'er being bullied had instead become the most insignificant spark.
He only wanted to fight!
A fierce, exhilarating battle!
To release all his repression, all his unwillingness, all his fear through these flesh-and-blood collisions!
With a weapon in hand, murderous intent naturally arose!
Today, he would use these so-called "geniuses" to test the edge of his blade!
"What are you standing around for?"
Yu Xiaoheng stepped forward. The Purple Spirit Ring beneath his feet blazed brilliantly. "Come at me together!"
His words were arrogant, but his mind remained calm.
The ability of the Holy Dragon Hatchling to split apart