Shen Jibai slightly hunched his back, suppressing a low cough, his brows seemed to knit lightly in pain, and the jet-black long hair draped beside his gaunt face carried a sharp, piercing sense.
Cradling a small puppet in his arms, his pale gray eyes were filled with indifference: "I am truly sorry for this, but for a blind and crippled person like me, killing you is as easy as turning my hand."
Ying Xiu's fingers were numb and cold, her body trembling slightly: "You... you dare—"
Whoosh—
A sharp shriek sliced through the light and shadow, just as Ying Xiu's words fell, her left arm was pierced by a thread as fine as a hair, and a Spiritual Power node within her arm was utterly shattered by the silver thread.
Ying Xiu was in excruciating pain, clutching her arm with a gaze filled with terror as she looked at him.
Shen Jibai said indifferently, "Don't dare? What do you think there is that I wouldn't dare do?"
