There was a little nibbling in Yuan Xuelan's heart and mind, like a bird's beak gnawing on his innards. It itched in the way anger made him itch, tunnel his thoughts.
Someone was calling for him, "Watch out!"
But he paid them no mind.
It was unimportant. The world felt slowed, adrenaline flew through his veins like Yuan Xuelan was about to go on a rage-fueled rampage.
And yet, he was calm.
'It is amazing how simple it is to trigger your rage. A truly volatile personality you have, rude-boy.' Huo Tang's voice echoed in the distant corner of his mind.
Yuan Xuelan raised his sword and used the slightest angle and strength to deflect an oncoming giant palm aimed at him. In the same movement he reached into his robes and unleashed a wave of talismans on the Fallen God to his right.
Yuan Xuelan had no idea what Huo Tang was talking about because he felt incredibly calm. Calm in the way that was as sharp as a newly crafted knife.
