"DIE!"
Li Wudi's roar shook the air as his foot slammed into the ground, sending a violent tremor rippling through the earth.
A cloud of dust erupted, swirling like a furious storm in his wake. His rage was no longer just an emotion—it was power itself, fueling his every move.
This was not like before, when he had merely been toying with his enemies, slashing them apart with casual swings of his blade.
No, this time, Li Wudi was deadly serious.
Across from him, the goateed cultivator smirked, his lips curling in amusement. He made no move to defend himself, his narrowed eyes revealing an unfazed arrogance.
He understood rage well—it was a force that could empower a warrior, but also one that could consume them entirely. If uncontrolled, fury could fracture one's spiritual balance, destabilizing the qi sea and leading to devastating qi deviation.