After Luo Qingshan's cultivation breakthrough,
his strength indeed soared tremendously,
but likewise, the heart he had managed to calm over half a month,
once again, began to fluctuate up and down.
The voice that should have disappeared from his mind resurfaced once again.
His hands itched, intensely so.
He wanted to kill, to see blood.
He wanted to fully savor the fragrant scent of blood that spread upon a person's death.
He wanted to witness the final expression of despair before a person's demise.
He... was close to losing control.
"Patriarch Changfeng, I..."
"I feel like I can't control myself anymore..."
Luo Qingshan's eyes gradually turned blood-red, and the crimson aura billowing above his head,
now surged out at several times its normal intensity.
It shot up like a scarlet column of blood piercing the sky.
