Qian Feishun, without anyone noticing, appeared in front of Qian Jinhua and struck Qian Haiyu's chest with a palm.
Qian Haiyu clutched his chest and slumped into the chair, his body wracked with relentless pain.
His chest was already injured, and this strike aggravated the wound, causing him excruciating pain, leaving him almost speechless.
"Father, let me do it. This way, at least you won't suffer."
Qian Jinhua spoke gently, moving her hand to Qian Haiyu's dantian.
Qian Haiyu's face turned deathly pale.
He finally understood what his daughter intended to do.
"You can't do this! Jinhua, your father loves you!"
Qian Haiyu mustered all his strength, shouting hoarsely with courage.
It was all in vain.
Qian Jinhua's palm, infused with powerful qi, pressed down on Qian Haiyu's dantian.
Crack!
It was as if something shattered, the pain in Qian Haiyu's abdomen was like being stirred by a knife, and the massive powerful qi within him completely dissipated.
