It was in this wretched little place.
His most outstanding son, a prodigy of the Moon Clan personally named by the Moon King and the next leader of the Upper Crescent Second, had been repeatedly bested... by stray dogs.
CRACK!
Shang Sikong's expression turned glacial. An invisible pressure radiated from him, and the ground by the artificial lake instantly spiderwebbed with countless cracks.
He said, word by word, "You have greatly disappointed me."
That one word—disappointment—made Shang Er's face drain of color. He didn't hesitate to drop to his knees, his voice trembling as he stammered, "Father, I... I..."
He stammered for a long while but couldn't muster a single word of defense.
He knew his recent lack of progress on Earth had delayed the Moon Clan for a considerable time.
To prepare for the invasion of Earth, the Crown Prince had already assembled the Royal Clan, the Eight Great Crescent Moon Clans, and even warriors from the various unranked tribes, large and small.
