Li Feng had thought nothing could stir his hatred more than Mo Shuyan.
But today, he finally learned there was another kind of demonic cultivator he despised even more.
Looking at the two disgusting men forcing themselves on a helpless female disciple made his blood boil.
So much so that the veins on his hand bulged from how tightly he clenched his fist.
'…What is this feeling?'
Li Feng frowned as a strange, unpleasant heaviness swelled inside his chest.
It wasn't righteous fury.
Nor was it sorrow at seeing a fellow sect disciple about to be violated.
He knew himself too well.
He was narcissistic enough to admit he wasn't some shining hero who suddenly cared so much for others stranger.
No—this feeling was different.
....As if just breathing the same air as them was something he couldn't tolerate.
It was as if these two demonic disciples were something he needed to crush simply because…he didn't like that the fact that they existed.
