After the Saint Child of Holy Light City stopped Yao Wuchen, he leaped onto the stone platform where Shen Haoran stood. He gazed at Shen Haoran with a smile, completely ignoring Yao Wuchen, who was standing to the side. Seeing this, the surrounding Martial Artists were all rather confused and began to murmur among themselves.
"What's going on? Does the Saint Child of Holy Light City dispute the competition results?"
"I doubt it. Even Feng Miaoke has fallen silent. His performance earlier was stunning, yes, but it still fell short of Shen Haoran's!"
As the crowd murmured, the Saint Child maintained a faint smile, quietly observing Shen Haoran.
"Saint Child, if you have something to discuss, let's do it later!" Yao Wuchen's brow furrowed slightly. He had met this Saint Child from Holy Light City on a few occasions, but every time, the young man seemed to completely disregard him.
