"Hey, you two have gone too far. You've torn my clothes to shreds this time."
In the air, a figure stood silently. With his sword-like eyebrows, star-bright eyes, and a sturdy build, he possessed an imposing and domineering presence; the sheer force radiating from his every movement was enough to strike awe into any onlooker.
Yet, the contrast was stark. Apart from his head, his fair skin was covered in a crisscrossing pattern of willow-branch-shaped bruises. His clothing, once as handsome as that of a celestial being, was now in tatters, reduced to mere threads.
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