'He' Had A Hand In The Massacre of the Xiong Clan! 

"How can I stop, Ying? She's a descendant of the Shenlian clan—the very clan that wiped out our Xiong clan! Every time I see her hair and eyes, it takes me back to that nightmare!" Xiong Yi Chen seethed, his eyes blazing with fury as he loomed over Shenlian Yingyue, who was trapped against the rock behind her.

He leaned closer, his hand gripping her delicate neck as his fingers traced the faint, pale blue veins beneath her skin, distinct against her complexion. She was fighting against the pain caused by Infernal Volcanic, and he could see how hard she was struggling to hold it together.

"Ying, you can feel my rage, can't you? My heart pounds with hatred and bitterness the moment I see her—just like last time. Nothing has changed. I want to rip her heart out and present it to the Shenlian clan and see their expressions!" His touch was deceptively gentle, a mock caress that sent icy chills down her spine.