Qingyi had long since forgotten how long it had been since the last time he'd been this angry.
The death of Meilin's grandfather had undoubtedly been the moment in his life when he'd been most overcome by rage, but this wasn't the same kind of anger.
The anger he felt now was pure annoyance, as if an irritating child were screaming directly into his ear, nonstop.
His clothes were soaked with a burning liquid, and his skin stung even beneath the black scales covering it.
"I've had enough of this bullshit," Qingyi growled, unleashing his bloodline.
That secret realm hadn't been built by just anyone, yet it was still a secret realm designed for experts of the astral blood realm.
The bloodline of the Dragon God of Corruption, even though it was extremely weakened compared to what it had been at its peak in the celestial heavens, was still the bloodline of the Dragon God of Corruption.
