There are those deeply embroiled in intense battle who do not experience this feeling; instead, this sense of inner fury draws out the most savage will from the depths of their heart. Xiao Qiang naturally sensed this feeling, so when he struck, he maintained some balance, preventing that sliver of rage within his heart from erupting.
However, for Chen Xiong, such things simply do not exist. In his realm, he naturally feels the impact of that faint purple radiance but goes along with it, his lips curling into a smile, seemingly eager for this sensation to ignite the rage within him entirely!
"Haha, impressive sword intent. I never expected to encounter such a master just entering this relic battlefield; indeed refreshing. If not for you being beside Qingnu, I wouldn't mind sparing your life." Chen Xiong grinned broadly, looking at the surging sword intent, and recklessly charged forward. Marks began to transform on his body, and he started to take on the form of a brutish bear.
