"Can you just calm down!?" Tian Hao pleaded, his voice unsteady and his words almost catching in his throat.
A shudder coursed through him as he found himself unable to look away from those bloodthirsty eyes, eyes that seemed to pierce through him, holding him captive with a gaze so intense it felt as if the world around them had vanished, leaving only the two of them.
However, Feng Shen paid no attention to the desperate plea. His mind was consumed by a singular, unrelenting drive to kill.
Drawing on the power of his forbidden bloodline, he allowed it to flood his body, knitting the shattered bones in his arm and leg with a fiery, searing energy that burned as much as it healed.
With a guttural roar, Feng Shen propelled himself upward, every ounce of his being focused on the pest that had become the sole object of his hatred.
