The Saint Child strolled over to Shen Haoran's side and looked down at his blood-soaked body, a cold sneer forming on his lips.
Shen Haoran struggled to get up, but no matter how hard he tried, he ultimately failed. He could only lie there, staring intently at the Saint Child with eyes full of despair.
"In the end, you're still no match for me!" the Saint Child said, his eyes filled with mockery as he watched Shen Haoran struggle to stand.
"Seeing as you've entertained me so much, I'll grant you a quick death! Now die!" The Saint Child's face suddenly turned ferocious. He raised the jet-black dagger high and stabbed viciously toward Shen Haoran's heart.
The Saint Child's dagger tore through space, instantly reaching Shen Haoran's chest. Just as the blade was about to pierce his skin, the despair in Shen Haoran's eyes vanished, replaced by an icy glare. His mouth opened slightly, and a terrifying sound wave erupted from it, slamming into the Saint Child in an instant.
