Jiang Jingshi's momentum hadn't halted despite hearing Wei Wuyin's order, his bearing as sharp and free as a swung sword—there was no stopping him. The vivid faces of his loved ones' decapitated heads flashed across his vision as they overlapped with the sanguine-colored glow of the Sanguine Demon Evil King. Their lifeless eyes filled with despair and grievance pounded against his heart.
As an Earthly Saint, his cultivation was founded on proper judgment, assiduous effort, firm willpower, outstanding talent, and mountains of corpses; Jiang Jingshi was not a reckless youth ignorant or heedless of the dangers that his actions would bring, even the eighty-one Earthly Saints at Wei Wuyin's beck-and-call were within his considerations. Despite all of that, he still acted brazenly.
It wasn't a decision made solely on emotions!
SHIIING!