He charged again, only to be knocked away once more.
Until his whole face was pressed against the ground, his body lacking even the strength to move, did things finally quiet down.
Li Yuan said, "If I were your enemy, how many times would you have died by now?"
Li Ping'an remained silent.
Li Yuan questioned, "What's the difference between a dead prodigy and a dead beggar?"
Li Ping'an rasped, "To die with honor! To die pursuing! Even in death, to leave a shock to the world!"
Suddenly, a strong murderous aura emanated from Li Yuan, tightly locking his son in place, and he increased the pressure of his palm a little more. "Then give me something to be shocked about."
Li Ping'an was silent, lying on the ground like a dead dog.
After a long time, Li Yuan slowly withdrew his hand, sat beside him, and quietly waited...
He hoped to see a trace of giving up in his son's eyes, and then he could reliefly continue with his plan to take his son away, and just knock him out at that time.
