But then, thinking of everything that had just happened in the room, Murong's eyes suddenly became unfocused.
What's there to be afraid of? Worse comes to worst, I'll just die!
I'd be better off dead than living like this.
He lay on the bed, recalling the agonizing experience beneath it, recalling his sister Feng Ling'er's disgust towards him and her infatuation with Duan Yun, remembering their collective shivering, the Sword Intent and the greenery on his head were growing again.
Tears welled up in Murong's eyes.
He knew that if this Sword Intent continued to grow like this, sooner or later, he would be able to take down Old Demon Duan!
Duan Yun, I have come to understand the true essence of continual strength, but what about you?
Can you keep getting stronger too?
However, he had to admit that Old Demon Duan was just too twisted!
He almost succumbed under his Sword Qi and Fist Intent, the thought of having words carved into his legs still terrified him.
