Violet lightning flashed across his features. His eyes were twin purple stars, and his wild hair twisted like a nest of ten-thousand-meter-long snakes. Even beneath the magnificent and majestic facade, Tianming could still make out the outline of Lin Xiaoting's familiar features. There was no way around it; this was the face he had sliced, cut after cut, like a pig’s head. The satisfaction he had felt then was completely overshadowed by the repulsion he felt now just seeing his face. Tianming’s full size was less than the man’s head, but this was inevitable given the hundred-thousand-year gap between them.2

The Violetblitz imperial son was truly powerful, arguably the...1