He had watched his son, his heir, his greatest hope, be systematically dismembered, drained, and humiliated. He had watched his bloodline’s future shattered before his very eyes. The cold calculation in his eyes vanished, replaced by a murderous, blinding rage.
"You… you demon!" Patriarch Ling bellowed, his voice tearing through the horrified silence of the arena like a thunderclap. His imposing figure erupted with a terrifying, untamed Qi aura, golden and vast, signalling the power of a Core Formation Stage One expert. It was a storm of pure, unadulterated power, tearing at the very fabric of the arena’s formations.
He launched himself from the VIP platform, a golden blur of furious energy, descending upon the arena floor with a speed that defied the eye. His target was clear.
Jian Var
