The entire Martial Sect was trembling. His old tiger-like eyes were enveloped by a crystalline mist, yet still full of bloodshot threads.
Hatred was carved into his heart, fused into his bones, seeping into his blood. Whenever it was quiet, boundless murderous intent would arise.
Just like now, his hands were tightly gripping the sides of the chair's armrests, his powerful fingers directly embedding into the solid wood, and with a crunching sound, the chair's armrests shattered into powder, dispersing with the wind.
Lin Tian also felt his eyes aching, as if stung by sand and wind, his fists clenched tightly, and the Spiritual Qi in his body was chaotically stirring, feeling unbearable unless released.
"Wang Xingkong!"
Lin Tian gritted his teeth, and from exerting too much force, even his gums bled.
Along with the hatred, Lin Tian was deeply self-reproaching; at the root of it all, he was the prime culprit!
