White hair fell loosely around the Young Dragon's face.
Black-white cold breathed through the darkness surrounding him.
For the first time since tempering his body into the monstrous physical might of a Sky Sovereign body cultivator, Phei almost hated how powerful he had become. He had spent far too many years being weaker than the monsters surrounding him to regret finally becoming one himself; finally having Marcus at his mercy made restraint feel unbearable for Phei.
Every instinct inside him wanted to stop measuring his power, close the distance and beat the bastard until the forest floor became unrecognizable beneath what remained.
He could not.
Marcus had to survive what came afterward.
