Luo Muchen lay on the cold, hard ground, his body bruised and battered. Gasping for breath, he summoned all his strength and reached out, his trembling hand grasping his father's ankle silently.
The king sneered down at him, his eyes filled with disdain. He spat on him, the vile saliva landing next to his face. "How pathetic?" the king hissed, his voice dripping with venom.
Burning with fury he kicked Luo Muchen away and
his eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for Qie Xieling amidst the scattered remnants of the damaged capsules. Some of the capsules that were once housing several people now lay shattered with their occupants on the ground.
With each passing moment, the king's anger intensified, fueled by his own impatience. The fact that he had him in his grasp and let him go was quite infuriating.
