"That's right, keep suffering..." Guang whispered, his voice cold and merciless. His smile was chilling — beautiful, yet betraying the cruelty lurking in his eyes. "I'll show you the true power of Kū Jià."
With a delicate flick of his wrist, the control over the man intensified. Guang's fingers moved with eerie precision, each motion like the stroke of a master artist painting a masterpiece of agony.
The man's screams grew ragged, his throat raw from the effort, yet he could do nothing. His limbs, no longer his own, jerked and twisted according to Guang's will.
"What... what are you doing to me?" the man gasped, voice cracking under the strain.
Guang's eyes gleamed with a sadistic pleasure. "You wanted to witness true power, didn't you?" His voice dropped to a near whisper, but the menace in it was undeniable.
"This is the price of tampering with the Sovereign of Manifestation."
