Tang Xian had never experienced anger like this before. Whenever he used to get angry, more of it was on himself, never did he lose any patience of his, on someone else's mistake or someone else, but this time it was different, something changed inside him like never before. Right at this moment, all he felt was a heating sensation in his ears and eyes. An uncontrolled need to hit something.
Never he underwent the resentment so strong that almost took away his rationality to think of anything in a civic manner.
What was he doing? The stress buster ball was getting killed by Tang Xian slowly and destructively. His illusion was going black with the specks of tiny balls gathering in front of his sights. Regardless of how hard he was trying to get his breathing at a normal pace, it was getting overwhelming and laborious.