Luo Chen's eyes suddenly narrowed as he clearly saw the young man named Sima Gun tightly gripping a ball of crackling lightning in his right hand. The lightning hissed and crackled in his hand, as if it could break free and unleash its destructive power at any moment. A fierce wind swept through, blowing Sima Gun's short brown hair into a wild and untamed dance.
At this moment, Sima Gun's gaze was firmly fixed on the sturdy man before him—his father—filled with admiration and reliance.
"Go and beat that boy for me," the sturdy man's cold voice shattered the brief silence.
Sima Gun, as if receiving a divine decree, suddenly crushed the crackling lightning in his hand. The hall was instantly filled with electric arcs, illuminating his cold and resolute face.
"Yes, Father." He responded in a low voice, his gaze shifting to Luo Chen, eyes revealing viciousness. It seemed that in his eyes, Luo Chen was already a dead man.
