As soon as the words fell, raging devilish intent swept forth like fire. Yu Qing Xuan gave not half a step, and the two sides collided fiercely.
This time, it was no longer merely a clash of divine intent.
No matter what, Tai'a Mohan was a great power at the Devil Master level. To him, making use of negative emotions was practically instinctive. As his overwhelming devilish intent lunged forward, burning hatred transformed into grotesque devil heads that surged forth in layers. They swam and pounced within the devilish intent, stirring the surrounding heaven-and-earth primal qi and shaking the mind, forming a whole of their own.
The freezing mist of the Ice Sealing Tribulation could freeze all things to death. Those devil heads would often be shredded into icy fragments after drifting for only a few breaths, yet they perished and were reborn without end. It showed that even in anger, Tai'a Mohan had not lost his measure—or rather, at his level, measure accompanied him in every state.
The process of venting emotion was also the process of becoming calm.
After striking out in fury, Tai'a Mohan finally had a thought.
He realized that Yu Qing Xuan's words were sharp and vicious, but his emotional shifts had clearly been guided.
Well now—he, an expert at disrupting others' emotions, had instead been slapped across the face by a similar method.
Especially since Yu Qing Xuan's technique had been formless, concealed within her mocking, contemptuous words. Before this, he had not noticed it in the slightest.
Emotions could change with extreme speed and intensity. Being furious one moment and calm the next was nothing strange. Yet once a divine power had been released and a technique deployed, it could not simply be withdrawn at will—especially techniques that made use of one's own