It was said that a cultivator who had entered a state of rage was volatile and uncontrollable. This was the truth. But the ones who stand at the peak know how to use their rage to their advantage, and Wang Ling knew this all too well.
"Yuan Qing, Yuan Ming, help me entrap them when I begin the battle. Can you do that?"
"We have a way."
"Thank you." He said as he put on another mask.
His killing intent was rampaging still, but his head was clear. He knew what it was needed to be done, his steps resumed, his killing intent quickly receded into his body, and the Heaven's Edge Sword and an unnamed pair resonated with a hum.
They came to him, sword at hand, killing intent pushing his back, and their lives
Wang Ling… closed his eyes, the Bell of the Heaven's echoed, his soul accepted it all, and then, the flood of Revenants came with a sword in hand.
