In the center of the battlefield, Zhu Haomiao looked at the sinister, bone-deep wound on his hand and felt the heart-piercing, penetrating pain, a sick and twisted smile slowly rising on his face.
"This is the feeling!"
"The last one to let me taste such pain was your eldest son..."
"But even as he gave his all, he only left a bloody mark in my palm..."
The low voice, as deep as that of a giant predator, seemed to emanate from the depths of the earth's crust. Zhu Haomiao turned his head to look at the elegant creature as if cast in gold, a malevolent, insane light rolling in his eyes.
"I hope you can entertain me a bit more..."
Upon hearing this, even Yi Lianzhen, in his Extraordinary to Saint form, was inflamed with fury and roared fiercely.
"Demon! I will cut off your head and place it before my son's grave as a sacrifice!"
However, upon hearing this, Zhu Haomiao sneered, curling his lips upward.
