Worrying about oneself, worrying about the country, worrying about the world.
Worrying about... Martial Arts.
These thoughts, usually he would deliberately bury deep down, as his unwavering Martial Arts Will could suppress all negative emotions.
At this moment, his powerful Spiritual Power resurfaced them.
A flood of thoughts surged in his mind, and Meng Chuan couldn't help but feel a bit vexed.
Sigh...
Feeling troubled, Meng Chuan had no choice but to take deep breaths of "Demonic Qi," adjusting his mental state.
Gradually, a dark green mist began to emanate from his body.
The thoughts formed, controlled by the heart's intent, lingering without dispersing.
Meng Chuan's will gathered, a sordid mass formed.
Coalescing into an ink-green eerie cloud, it shot out a hundred meters away.
Along its path, like a dragon's breath, all was corroded and decayed.
With the addition of these thoughts, his Demon Seed True Qi became even more bizarre.
