Standing before Tang San, Lin Xuan's eyes were bloodshot, filled with violence.
The release of strength when he tore apart the Blue Silver Grass seemed to awaken the savage impulses buried deep within his bloodline. A scorching current surged through his meridians, faint golden patterns uncontrollably appearing in his eyes as killing intent churned madly in his chest.
A clear thought surfaced: Kill him!
Tang San was merely a potential threat, yet he had repeatedly provoked him. If he could eliminate him now, there would be far less trouble in the future.
The impulse came fast and fierce. Lin Xuan's fist trembled slightly, his fingertips already brushing the cold sweat on Tang San's face. With one more push forward, he could completely distort that hate-filled face before him.
"Hmm?"
On the roof of a tall building outside Nuoding Academy, Tang Hao leaned against a broken railing, the wine jar in his hand slightly tilted as amber liquor ran down the corner of his mouth.
A sharp glint flashed through his cloudy eyes as he fixed his gaze on the fleeting Dragon Might emanating from Lin Xuan.
He did not care whether Tang San was well or injured. That brat had brought this upon himself; getting beaten was only what he deserved.
But when that savage Dragon Race Aura radiated from Lin Xuan and the killing intent in his eyes became fully exposed, Tang Hao's fingers unconsciously tightened around the wine jar.
Tang San could be injured and humiliated, but he absolutely could not die. The one suffering was Tang San, but if his body died, then his son would completely lose his trace in this world.
He remained vigilant in secret, afraid that Lin Xuan might truly finish Tang San off. If Lin Xuan made another move, he guaranteed that