Violent Rage

Violent Rage . . .

Qin Wentian cast a forlorn glance at the assembled demonic beasts surrounding Little Rascal. "Why must we resort to this? My puppy is still a tender, innocent soul. I'd hate for him to accidentally harm any of your mounts."

The owner of the white tiger chuckled, dismissing Qin Wentian's concern. "Don't worry, we're more than willing to let our demonic beasts play with Brother Qin's adorable pet."

The beautiful young lady couldn't contain her amusement. "Indeed, your puppy is quite petite. My roc's talons could easily tear him apart. Hahaha."

Little Rascal, growing increasingly irritated, lashed out in his baby-like voice, addressing the menacing circle of demonic beasts that surrounded him. "You bunch of dunderheads."

A thunderous roar erupted as the white tiger's malevolent aura surged skyward. Its sharp claws gleamed ominously, poised to rend anything in its path.

"Oh, how terrifying," Little Rascal taunted, unfazed. "If you dare come closer, prepare to meet your end. This baobao is curious about the taste of tiger meat."

In response, the white tiger unleashed a savage strike. Its baleful presence transformed into a raging tempest, and its colossal claws glinted with deadly intent as they descended upon Little Rascal. The sheer force of the tiger's blow could pulverize stone.

Observing this, Qin Wentian's eyes narrowed with a cold determination. He issued a silent command to Little Rascal, instructing him to eliminate the white tiger.

A deafening roar resonated through the air, sending shockwaves through the hearts of the onlookers. Little Rascal underwent a startling transformation, growing into a massive creature enveloped in a radiant, runic light. His enormous paws descended upon the white tiger's head, summoning a dark, ominous rune that materialized into a voracious vortex, devouring everything in its path. The white tiger convulsed in agonizing torment, its once-powerful body rendered lifeless in an instant.

The stunned spectators stared in disbelief, their minds struggling to comprehend the shocking turn of events. The harmless-looking puppy that had spoken with a baby's voice had unleashed an astonishing display of ferocity, revealing its true nature as a formidable desolate beast.

"Ai, I did mention it wasn't the best of ideas," sighed Qin Wentian, his tone carrying a hint of melancholy. His words hung in the air, causing a glint of realization in the eyes of those gathered. They clenched their teeth, vexed by the situation. This guy... They had assumed he was politely declining their offer, but it seemed he was genuinely concerned about his pet potentially injuring their mounts. How dare he?!

The other demonic beasts echoed through the surroundings with their clamorous howls and fierce roars. They could unmistakably feel the overwhelming malevolence emanating from Little Rascal. It was as though Little Rascal was a regal, king-like figure within its species, and their hesitation was palpable. In a burst of brilliance, Little Rascal transformed into a colossal golden-winged roc. Its magnificent golden plumage rustled in the wind as it shot through the sky like a golden bolt of lightning, headed straight for the Crimsonblood Roc.

The Crimsonblood Roc quivered, terror etched in its eyes. It met Little Rascal head-on, its wings unfurling in a desperate counterattack. Their forms blurred as they collided, their movements too swift for the onlookers to follow. In a heartbeat, the Crimsonblood Roc's once-majestic wings lay tattered, and Little Rascal's golden talons clamped firmly around its head. Once more, a swirling vortex of darkness manifested, causing the Crimsonblood Roc to convulse violently before succumbing to its demise.

"My Crimsonblood Roc!" The beautiful young lady's face contorted with grief as she watched her beloved demonic beast perish before her eyes. She stood up, aghast at the sight.

"Charge together!" someone bellowed. The remaining demonic beasts surged toward Little Rascal. Yet, his speed was simply incomprehensible. He ascended into the heavens before swooping back down, wings outstretched. Each golden feather became a razor-sharp projectile, descending upon the demonic beasts like a relentless hailstorm. The feathers pierced through their bodies, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake.

Little Rascal, now a golden-winged Great Roc, moved at an unimaginable pace. He reigned as the unchallenged king of beasts in his cultivation realm, a quality he shared with his master, Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian addressed the assembly with a rueful smile, his eyes carrying a sincere apology. "I did express my concerns earlier, but you were all so enthusiastic that I felt obliged to agree, albeit reluctantly. I'm truly sorry." The geniuses responded with icy glares, their eyes sharpened with resentment. This guy had not only slapped their faces but had done so with finesse.

"QIN WENTIAN, HOW DARE YOU?!" The beautiful young lady's voice sliced through the tension, her words laced with an icy chill. "This is the Qi King Manor, and you allowed your demonic beast to run rampant, slaughtering our mounts just to assert your dominance?"

"That vile beast knows no bounds. It must be put down."

"Qin Wentian, why haven't you reined in your demonic beast? COMMAND IT TO RETREAT OR FACE THE CONSEQUENCES!"

Qin Wentian's expression hardened. He fixed his gaze on the assembly, his voice cutting through the accusatory cries. "Let's not forget who insisted on sending their demonic beasts to 'play' with Little Rascal despite my numerous refusals. If I recall correctly, someone even remarked she wouldn't mind if her own demonic beast was consumed, provided my puppy had the capability. But now your stance has suddenly shifted?"

His eyes settled on the beautiful young lady, the very person who had uttered those words.

"It was all in jest, yet you took it literally? You've chosen to initiate bloodshed at a banquet. It seems you hold us nobles in utter contempt, even bringing shame upon the crown prince of the Qi King Manor," she retorted, a feeble attempt to deflect blame onto Qin Wentian.

"Brother Qin, your conduct lacks consideration for others. Although she may have jestingly mentioned it, your pet still initiated the violence," argued the white tiger's owner, echoing the sentiment. The room seemed unanimous in condemning Qin Wentian and Little Rascal. In their eyes, Qin Wentian had transformed into a malevolent villain, committing a grave injustice that angered the heavens.

"HAHAHAHA!" A sudden burst of maniacal laughter erupted from Qin Wentian, leaving the room in stunned silence. Their icy glares bore down upon him, fuming with fury.

"Who, just moments ago, expressed their eagerness to let their demonic beasts 'play' with my companion? Who insinuated that my pet knew no boundaries and harbored murderous intent? Yet now, when your own beasts meet their demise after ganging up on mine, suddenly your earlier words become nothing more than a jest?" Qin Wentian rose, exuding an air of unwavering self-assurance. His wine cup cracked and shattered in his grip.

"You are a bunch of imbeciles, hiding behind the veil of nobility to lord over others. You're nothing more than worthless scum. Do any of you possess the dignity to point fingers at me or Qing'er? With your thick-skinned audacity, do you still require me to slap you across the face? Have you no shame?"

Qin Wentian's long-buried anger finally erupted, scathing and ridiculing the assembly.

He had attended this banquet to discern the schemes these people had in store. Since they insisted on stirring the pot, there was no longer any reason for him to play the conciliatory role.

"Qin Wentian, you..." The young lady's face flushed with fury, her outrage palpable.

His arrogance knew no bounds. Qin Wentian had openly insulted them, exposing their true colors. He had provoked them relentlessly, an act they could not tolerate.

"Shut your mouth." Qin Wentian's gaze remained piercing, as if it could penetrate the young lady's very soul. His voice was icy and commanding. "You dare to speak now? Weren't you the one who cheered the loudest? You, a member of the nobility, displayed no restraint and acted like a shrew in a marketplace. You've cast shame upon your elders, tarnishing their dignity."

"What a sharp-tongued fellow you are, Qin Wentian. It appears you hold the nobility of this empire in disdain," remarked one individual, their aura flaring with hostility, directed straight at Qin Wentian.

"Indeed," Qin Wentian retorted without a hint of reservation. "At the very least, my strength and talent match my words. You, on the other hand, are nothing more than a verbose fool. You dare invoke the word 'nobility'? Are you a king or a marquis? Your insolence not only slaps your face but sullies the dignity of true nobility. In the outside world, your filthy mouth alone would warrant a swift end by my hand."

Qin Wentian's voice thundered through the atmosphere, echoing like the wrath of the heavens. In all likelihood, his words had reached every corner of the Qi King Manor. Even the marquises and kings, silently monitoring the banquet with their immortal senses, couldn't have missed this spectacle. The individual who had been so openly humiliated could feel the burning sting of shame on his cheeks. His eyes seethed with fury, and he was on the brink of coughing up a mouthful of blood.

Qin Wentian's verbal arsenal was as sharp as blades, and his words were potent enough to drive anyone to madness.

"Qin Wentian, you've gone too far!" The aggrieved party roared in fury, releasing a torrent of overwhelming energy. The wine table before him shattered into splinters. He raised his hand and conjured a colossal and menacing beast, hurtling it toward Qin Wentian.

"I came here as a guest, and yet all of you have relentlessly tried to demean me," Qin Wentian bellowed, making it clear that he was not the aggressor. He held out a palm, imbued with shimmering runic light, and effortlessly disintegrated the manifestation of the formidable beast. Then, his hand extended toward the offending party.

Despite the man's furious and relentless attacks, Qin Wentian's advance could not be halted. Every assault disintegrated as his palm closed around the aggressor.

Qin Wentian's other hand swung with a resounding smack, imprinting a five-fingered mark onto his opponent's face, delivering a series of humiliating slaps. All eyes in the vicinity were fixated on this spectacle as Qin Wentian relentlessly punished his foe.

"Qing'er brought me here as a guest to attend the Qi King Manor's banquet. Yet, all of you intended to bully me because I lack the backing you enjoy. You ganged up on me, humiliating me relentlessly. I had no choice but to defend myself!" Qin Wentian declared, his voice ringing with a tone of bitter resignation. His words left the onlookers stunned as they watched the young man being held aloft, spewing blood from the physical and emotional torment. Qin Wentian had seized him and publicly doled out punishment, yet somehow he managed to maintain the guise of the victim, painting himself as the wronged party.

With an earth-shaking impact, Qin Wentian drove the young man into the ground. His voice turned icy as he continued, "Descendants like you are nothing more than trash. You hide behind the names of your clans and seniors, shamelessly defiling their honor. I was compelled to act, and I believe the kings and marquises in attendance will understand."

Moaning in anguish, the young man could bear no more. Under the weight of his injuries and unendurable humiliation, he finally succumbed to unconsciousness.