"Father, save me!"
Xiahou Qian cried out in desperation, his expression one of utter agony.
This agony was not just physical, but mental, for today was supposed to be the most glorious day of his life.
If all had gone as planned.
He should have been seated in the place of honor, accepting the congratulations of the crowd, his name about to spread throughout the entire Southern Domain.
But now...
He was like a half-dead dog, covered in blood, kneeling before Li Chang'an. Where was the dignity of a Golden Core Master?
Seeing this, Xiahou Hong's eyes looked ready to split, bloodshot as he roared furiously.
"Li Chang'an, release my son!"
"Alright."
Li Chang'an's tone was cold as he casually slapped down.
BOOM!
Xiahou Qian's head instantly exploded into a mist of blood.
The thick, metallic scent of blood drifted out, staining all of Yellow Crane Mountain with a grim, scarlet hue.
