He simply wanted to inflict pain, to prove he was not utterly powerless.
Jian watched, unimpressed. A final, desperate thrash. His crimson eyes held no pity. He allowed the punch to connect, a dull thud against his unyielding flesh. Ling Tian’s Qi, weak and unrefined, barely stirred the blood beneath Jian’s skin. The blow was utterly meaningless.
Ling Tian’s eyes widened further. His last ounce of strength, his final, desperate assault, had done absolutely nothing. It was like striking solid rock, an immovable, indifferent mountain. The realisation crashed over him with the force of a tidal wave, drowning his sanity in despair. He whimpered, a broken sound, his body sagging, his mind collapsing under the crushing weight of his utter impotence.
"You speak of weakness, Ling Tian," Jian st
