Rage

"This woman is now under my protection."

The weight of the words and the killer instinct behind them echoed through the deafening silence. The trio of pursuers froze in their tracks.

Black on white, Ling Xian’s dark hair fell loosely around his shoulders against the backdrop of his pure-white cloak. He examined the trio with a glare of death.

Why?

This woman was none other than Lin Qing Yi.

The woman who captured his heart by resting her blade against his neck inside that freezing cave.

The woman of his dreams was being pursued and humiliated. Of course, he was enraged.

"Ling Xian, it’s you."

The sight of the white-cloaked youth brought tears down her cheeks. The maiden with a will of steel was no more. She was in deep pain. The humiliation of the past few days flooded back across her mind. Tears the size of stones rained down her face.

Ling Xian felt sickened by the sight of her physical wound. He was now completely consumed by a desire to kill.