Xiao Zhan's face was so dark it could have dripped water. The words "Dou Qi, third stage" had struck him like a resounding slap, leaving his face burning and his head buzzing as thoughts whirled madly through his mind.
What's going on? Why has his Dou Qi vanished again?! Just a few days ago, I clearly sensed that this brat's Dou Qi had recovered to around the seventh stage. How did he drop back to the third stage in the blink of an eye? This little bastard! Why does everything with him have to be... one twist after another?
His anger had already been blazing in his chest, and when he saw Xiao Yan's reaction in the arena, it threatened to erupt.
Not only did the brat show not a shred of shame, he puffed out his chest and raised his chin like a rooster fresh from victory, gleefully trading insults with the crowd below the platform. That brazen attitude-a dead pig unafraid of boiling water-burned through the last of Xiao Zhan's reason.
His eyes seemed capable of actually spitting fire as they locked onto his son. Fine. Just fine! Your wings have grown strong enough to fly on your own, have they? You don't even care about the most basic dignity anymore!
Xiao Zhan forcibly suppressed the urge to explode on the spot, but his mind raced through his options. The brat was grown now, no longer a child of three or five. If he punished him indiscriminately under the clan's rules as he had before, it would probably only make him more rebellious. A lesson was necessary, but he needed a good pretext...
His gaze swept over Xiao Yi, who stood perfectly composed in a corner. An idea flashed through his mind like lightning.
*That's it! An exorcism!