Rage.
It burned through Ningyan's veins like a living entity.
The crystal inside him pulsed. Hungry. It wanted to devour the demon tools below, just like it had devoured Mu Yi's sword.
That hunger clawed at his mind.
No. Devouring demon tools, especially in front of Meishan, Wuhen and now even Rong Yue was not an option.
That kind of ability, wasn't just abnormal. It was monstrous.
If they saw it…
Wasn't that exactly how Book Ningyan ended up?
He forced it down.
If he let it take over, he wouldn't stop.
So he held onto something else instead. Cold, focused, controlled rage.
Madam Qin had made her choice.
And so had he.
A violent surge of energy exploded around his body.
An ominous purple glow wrapped around him, distorting the air itself, bleeding into the edges of his vast phoenix wings as they beat powerfully against the sky.
Below, the phoenix clan manor.
