"Fuck... fuck..." Lioran repeated without stopping, punching a tree, breaking it in two. The thick, heavy trunk fell to the soft forest floor with a loud crash.
"I'm going to kill that bastard, no matter what!" Lioran shouted before leaping above the treetops, running towards the horizon.
Xuefeng sat down cross-legged, closing his eyes and calming his mind, ignoring Lioran.
He could feel that his dao heart had taken a terrible blow and that his bloodline was uneasy.
He obviously recognized Qingyi as a dragon, or at least a human who had a draconic lineage whose power was incomparable.
It filled his heart with discomfort, his teeth clenched as he thought about how that purple-eyed black dragon was watching him.
Total and utter scorn, as if he, Xuefeng, were nothing more than an annoying ant.
That was a look Xuefeng had only received once in his life, from his own older brother and the most talented young man in the history of his people.
