Zhao Tianlong's fist clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, the veins in his neck bulging like twisted ropes under his golden skin.
The system's words echoed in his mind like a profane chant, each one stoking the inferno of rage building within him.
'How dare you even think of treating them like dolls?!'
The thought exploded through his consciousness, raw and unfiltered, as the Pleasure Palace's opulent chamber seemed to warp under the pressure of his unleashed aura.
The air thickened, growing heavy with the scent of ozone and crackling energy.
Outside the dimensional confines of the palace, the sky above the southern territories responded instantly, as if Heaven itself recoiled from his fury.
Dark clouds gathered in unnatural haste, swirling into a vortex that blotted out the sun.
Bolts of crimson lightning arced across the heavens, setting the firmament ablaze in a hellish glow.
