Long Chen’s hands and clothes were drenched in blood—Bai Shishi’s blood. The sight of it ignited a fury within him, driving him to the brink of madness as his killing intent surged uncontrollably.8

The torment of having his loved one’s blood on his hands, the anguish of being unable to protect the one he cherished, was the cruelest torture imaginable.5

This pain, this seething rage, this feeling that his heart might tear itself apart, was something only Long Chen could comprehend. A bottomless well of killing intent welled up inside him, and if he didn’t release it soon, he would explode.5

But before Xia Chen could respond to Long Chen’s command, an icy voice rang out. “Big words. For a little ant to dare act so wildly, just who gave you that courage?”3

The void...6