Liu Xu restrained his son's flailing hands, then proceeded to his back, securing his son's hands with one hand while the power circulated in his own body. He struck his son's back with this hand, a gesture meant to inject a bit of strength into his child.
Having fought with Ye Tian for so long, Liu Xu was already exhausted, and transferring energy to his son in such an invigorated manner taxed him even further.
Watching him, he seemed as spent as a dead dog, gasping continuously and even sticking out his tongue.
At this moment, Ye Tian harbored no pity for Liu Xu and his son; the wicked would naturally meet their heavenly retribution.
Even someone as vile as Liu Xu cared so much for his son; perhaps it was a case of even a tiger not eating its offspring. No, more like a rat not eating its young.
Ye Tian looked at the before-him weakened Liu Xu, who resembled nothing of a tiger, but rather a sick cat.
