Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 767 - 431: Ow~ Dad, Take It Easy!

Chapter 767: Chapter 431: Ow~ Dad, Take It Easy!
"Father, you can’t treat me like this. I just praised her once, is that really wrong?"
Seeing the belt in his father’s hand transform and extend into a chain burning with fierce Dragon Flame, even someone as unruly as Sinbad immediately jumped up, with panic and awe showing in his eyes.
Because this wasn’t a bluff; his father, who loves to gallop across the battlefield, possesses absolute control over power. That’s why everything in this Monarch’s hands is an extremely deadly weapon—it won’t kill him, but it will surely make him groan.
"Of course you’re not wrong. Now, stand properly for me!"
Alexander’s expression didn’t change, but in Sinbad’s eyes, that was the most terrifying, as he was about to bolt. But how could the imposing Golden Dragon Lord let this little guy escape?
Even though he’s a true Demigod and ranked beyond his sister in value, when this Monarch swings the chain burning with Dragon Flame, spatial distance becomes meaningless.
The chain, guided by his will, wrapped around the young man’s waist, binding his legs together. Sinbad, now tied up like a worm, fell at Alexander’s feet as the scorching Dragon Flame furiously roasted his body.
Although it only burned away his clothes and didn’t actually damage his body, the intense heat made the young Demigod grimace in pain.
"I was wrong, Dad. Please spare me."
Sinbad, who prides himself on being a hero of flexibility, doesn’t hesitate to plead for mercy when the situation is dire.
However, upon hearing such cowardly words, Alexander’s already sour face grew even colder.
"If you had gritted your teeth and maintained your opinion, I might have looked up to you. But now, you make me feel ashamed!"
Whoosh ~
The sound of air cracking like thunder erupted as Alexander swung one end of the chain hard against Sinbad’s exposed upper body.
The caring father with whip in hand, striking the rebellious child.
Whap ~
The iron chain fell, and Sinbad, who was originally begging for mercy, was instantly whipped upright from the ground, his piercing screams echoing in the chamber.
"Aah—"
Hearing his child’s screams did not deter Alexander, who swung the whip down a second time, leaving Sinbad spinning like a top.
"Aah—"
The child’s cries failed to stir any mercy in Alexander; the chain dropped faster and heavier.
Because this Monarch clearly sees each lash, strong enough to crack mountains and break rivers, leaves just one blood mark on the son’s body.
By the time the third strike lands, the blood mark from the first lash had almost healed; this guy’s body is unbelievably tough.
Of course, if he didn’t have such a durable body, he couldn’t have caused such harm to so many young women; he would have been ruined long ago.
But precisely because of this, it made Alexander even angrier. With such favorable innate conditions, being the most talented among his offspring, he squandered his youth and talents without a hint of appreciation.
"I won’t admit I’m wrong, Dad, I didn’t do anything wrong!"
After a few lashes, the top-like Sinbad quickly switched his stance.
Though it’s not his first beating, each time makes him terribly afraid, for his father hits too painfully; even possessing a Demigod Physique doesn’t grant full immunity.
"Still daring to talk back to me!?"
Alexander hit him even harder.
"If you want to beat me, just say so!"
"Every time I see you, I want to hit you, but I held back before. This time, I won’t hold back."
"Aah~ Dad, take it easy!"
Sinbad completely gave up resisting and chose to protect himself,
"Don’t hit my face!"
"You brat!"
After more than a hundred lashes, leaving Sinbad’s exposed upper body covered in bright red marks, Alexander angrily cursed and finally stopped.
As a learned Monarch, Alexander pays great attention to his image.
Though he has seventy-eight offspring, when it comes to educating them, he usually focuses on teaching, never resorting to hands-on discipline.
Until Sinbad grew up, within just two years, he shattered centuries-old principles. Alexander came to deeply realize that when dealing with a brat, a beating is necessary, not just a beating, but it must be harsh and relentless, no holding back.
Not to mention whether a beating would correct behavior afterward, at least after the beating, his pent-up frustration was released, and he felt much better.
"Won’t be hitting anymore?"
Sinbad, who covered his face with both hands to protect his handsome face, slowly relaxed his grip upon seeing his father’s lingering anger.
Just as he spoke, the seemingly startling bright red marks quickly faded, and by the time he finished his sentence, Sinbad’s upper body returned to its original fair and delicate state.
"What exactly are you trying to do? Don’t you have any goals or aspirations?"
At this moment, Alexander felt only fatigue. He couldn’t understand why he ended up with such a rotten son. Could this also be the Elf God’s plot?
"I want to achieve a victory at my coming-of-age ceremony."