Wails rang out, one after another.
Xie Jian did not understand why his sons were beating him. He had practiced martial arts, after all, and had some ability to fight back.
Yet now he could not move. His tongue was stiff, his limbs icy cold.
The thumb ring on Xie Jinqian's finger glimmered with a faint purple light. The more agonized Xie Jian's wails became, the brighter that glow shone.
Xie Jinzhao was almost crazed. He wept as he slammed his fists into Xie Jian again and again.
"Do you remember? When I was five, you beat me just like this. You struck my face and trampled my dignity. When you were happy, you treated us like pets to squeeze and toy with however you pleased. When you were unhappy, even studying was a crime!"
"Your incompetence bred your brutality. Countless things failed to go your way, yet you blamed every setback on your wife and children."
"You sold out your country for glory, framed the loyal and virtuous, and brutalized the common people. When you did those things, did you ever ask whether we wanted peaceful lives, or whether we were willing to eat buns soaked in human blood alongside you?"
"When you got into trouble, you deluded yourself into thinking we should bear the consequences with you. If you hadn't been so greedy, how would you have ended up abandoned by everyone today?"
"You have no loyalty to your country and no affection for your family. Your wife betrayed you, and your sons are harming you. For a man like you, being utterly alone and helpless, dying horribly without even a body left behind-those are all endings you deserve!"
"Xie Jian, you've inflicted domestic violence your entire life. You never imagined that one day you would be beaten