"Ah Ju, it's me! I'm your dad!"
Sikong Zhaiyue's Blood Feather suddenly flapped, launching him into the air.
"No matter what you've become, you're still my child... It was all my fault. I shouldn't have brought you to this place... Ah Ju, I'll definitely find a way to restore you."
In midair, Sikong Ju stood motionless, silently watching Sikong Zhaiyue approach.
Approach.
Sikong Zhaiyue studied Sikong Ju with immense sorrow in his eyes... He extended his palm and, trembling, reached toward his son's cheek. "No matter what you've become."
At last, his palm touched Sikong Ju's cheek. Sikong Zhaiyue seemed to sigh in relief... But in the next moment, his pupils constricted!
"Ah Ju, you..."
"How many times have I told you? I really hate it when you call me that..."
Sikong Zhaiyue instinctively lowered his head, only to see an arm covered in yellow-and-black stripes piercing straight through his abdomen—it was Sikong Ju's arm.
He had apparently never imagined that the child he had raised for decades would truly attack him... Shock and bewilderment left Sikong Zhaiyue unable to react.
He opened and closed his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but excruciating pain began spreading through him. Every instant brought a suffocating agony... Sikong Ju merely sneered before abruptly yanking his hand out!
The flesh around the wound flipped outward. Sikong Zhaiyue vomited a mouthful of blood, only for Sikong Ju to raise his hand and chop down across his body!
Bang—!!
The impact smashed into the temple floor, shattering it once more... The temple pillars, already covered in cracks, now teetered on the verge of collapse.
"First you faked your death and forced me out of my room, then you led me all this way and made me suffer the White Steel Brocade Guard's torture...