Music King could no longer bear to watch from the sidelines, emotion rippling through his heart. Seeing his once-proud rival reduced to such a state, he could not help pleading, "Heavenly King, let him go. He's suffered so much already. If you keep beating him like this, even with a Dragon Ball protecting him, he'll eventually burn through the last of his strength..."
But another furious voice immediately rang out, blazing like fire.
"You murdered my father! We can never coexist!"
Dance King's red clothes were soaked in blood, and her once-seductive figure now radiated murderous fury. Her eyes were bloodshot, her nails digging deep into her palms. Her voice was hoarse but full of hatred. "Heavenly King, you murdered my parents! Today, I'll tear you limb from limb to put their souls to rest!"
Moyana stood nearby, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Hatred burned in her eyes as she spoke, stressing every word. "So... you were the one who made us orphans all those years ago."
In the corner, Song King looked especially forlorn. She had been an ordinary person like anyone else, her only advantage being her unusual voice, which could produce infrasound. But after days of imprisonment and suffering, she was on the verge of collapse, both mentally and physically. Curled up in the shadows, she did not even have the strength to part her lips and make a sound. She could only silently endure fate's mockery.
"I should have sent you to your deaths when you were four. A shame I went soft."
Heavenly King stood on the deck, looking down at Dance King and Song King with an icy voice. There was no warmth in his gaze, only the indifference he might show ants.
Meanwhile, two nuclear-powered aircraft glowing faintly