A Jealous Heart

Zi Xiang was not yet a Dao Master, but to a mere Origin Core Realm cultivator like Xiao Ming, the overwhelming power of this Yang King was akin to the will of heaven—capable of deciding his life or death with a mere thought.

Xiao Ming's brows furrowed as he carefully assessed the situation, his gaze turning solemn. Zi Xiang's aura churned the air violently, creating fierce currents that lashed at the surroundings.

Even the Shadow Crow struggled against the storm-like force, its wings flapping desperately to maintain balance.

The howling winds made it difficult for Xiao Ming to keep his eyes open for too long. His robes fluttered wildly around him, the sheer spiritual pressure making every movement feel as if he were trudging through an invisible tempest.