Pure, undisguised Fighting Spirit filled Yu Xiaoheng's eyes!
"Come."
"Again."
This felt great!
The feeling of battle was simply exhilarating!
Violence was a temptation no man could refuse, especially when that violence was firmly under his own control.
He remembered the past.
Back in the Blue Electric Tyrant Sect, every step he took within the sect had been fraught with difficulty.
To awaken his Martial Soul, to raise his Innate Soul Power, he had shed who knew how much sweat and effort.
Martial Soul Evolution, obtaining his first soul ring—it all seemed infinitely glorious.
But...
The fire in his heart had not gone out because of the elders' praise.
The agony of Body Refinement in the Thunder Pool, like being sliced apart a thousand times, and the stifling emotions that had piled up in his heart day and night had not faded in the slightest beneath the envious gazes of others.
And... Qian Xunji.
Spirit Hall, Pope's Palace.
That day, that man had needed only a glance and a burst of pressure to make him feel as though he had fallen into an ice cellar, to make him feel the terror of death.
Weak!
Far too weak!
Compared to that overwhelming pressure, Rou'er being bullied had instead become the most insignificant fuse.
He only wanted to fight!
A thoroughly satisfying battle!
To release all his pent-up frustration, all his unwillingness, all his fear in these collisions of flesh against flesh!
When one held a weapon, the desire to kill naturally arose!
Today, he would use you so-called "geniuses" to test his blade!
"What are you still standing around for?"
Yu Xiaoheng took a step forward. The purple Spirit Ring beneath his feet shone brilliantly. "Come at me together!"
His words were arrogant, but his mind remained calm.
Among his Spirit