Chaos Heaven-Dominating Technique

THUD...

With a dull thud, the young master's heavy fist seemed to strike a ball of cotton. A fierce gust of wind spread out in all directions, but it didn't harm a single hair on the little girl's head. It didn't even stir the hem of her clothes.

"Is bullying the weak all you people from the Demon Race know how to do?" Shen Haoran asked coolly, gripping the young master's fist and looking down at him.

The crowd stared in shock at Shen Haoran, who had suddenly appeared in front of the little girl. They hadn't expected someone to actually step in to right a wrong. And what's more, this person seemed to be a young man from the Human Race.

"Are all humans this brazen nowadays? Daring to cause trouble in the Demon Race's territory!"

"That human boy's strength doesn't seem half-bad. He actually blocked the young master's punch!"

"Hmph, so what? He's just a human. What's there to be afraid of? This is our territory!"

Murmurs rippled through the crowd. In their eyes, the Human Race was not even worthy of being compared to the Demon Race. That was why they were so indifferent to the little human girl's fate, willing to watch her die without a single person stepping up to speak for her.

"And who are you?" the young master sneered, looking at Shen Haoran with disdain. He had already sensed the aura leaking from Shen Haoran—a mere Tier One Spirit Aspect. In his eyes, he was nothing more than an ant.

"Someone here to teach you the lesson your parents failed to. Someone to teach you what manners and respect are," Shen Haoran replied, still looking down at the young master, a wild, untamable smile playing on his lips.

"You? You think you're worthy? Do you know that the grass on the grave of the last person who said that to me is already several feet high?" the young master scoffed.

"Is that so? What a coincidence. I seem to recall that the grass on the grave of the last person I taught a lesson is also a few feet high. What do you say? Care to give it a try?" Shen Haoran's lips curved into a provocative smile.

"Fine. Just fine! You're the first person in all of Burning Flame City who has dared to provoke me! I'll make you understand the consequences of your actions!" The young master laughed in fury, his gaze turning sinister. He tried to pull his fist back, preparing to strike Shen Haoran.

"Big Brother, run! You're no match for him! This is all my fault, let me handle it!" the little girl cried out urgently from behind Shen Haoran when she saw the young master about to attack.

"That's right, young man. We thank you for your kindness, but you can't beat him. You should go, quickly!" the old man beside the little girl added in a heavy voice.

"Hmph. Trying to leave? Too late!" the young master sneered and pulled with all his might. However, he suddenly discovered that Shen Haoran's hand was clamped around his fist like a vice. No matter how much strength he used, he couldn't break free.

Sensing the young master trying to pull his fist away, Shen Haoran's lips curved into a slight smile. "That's right," he said softly. "It's too late to leave." As he spoke, he slowly tightened his grip. A series of sharp CRACKS echoed as immense force nearly crushed the young master's fist. Heart-rending pain instantly drained all the color from his face.

'Dammit!' The young master was stunned. He hadn't expected this human brat to have such immense strength—even he couldn't withstand it. The Spiritual Power in his body erupted, surging to his hand as he forcefully broke free from Shen Haoran's grasp.

"Oh? I guess you're not as useless as I thought," Shen Haoran remarked, sizing up the young master with great interest after he broke free.

"Hmph! A brat with a bit of brute force, and you think you're somebody? I'll show you who the real trash is!" Hearing Shen Haoran's words, the young master's expression instantly darkened. Since birth, he had always been hailed as a genius. No one had ever dared to call him useless!

"Useless or not, come over and let me find out," Shen Haoran said, jutting his chin and beckoning to the young master with a crooked finger. His face was full of doubt, his expression seeming to say, 'Prove you're not useless by beating me!'

"You..." Seeing Shen Haoran's expression, the young master's face turned so thunderous it looked like it could drip water. He was actually being looked down on by a human brat—an ant with less power than him, someone he could crush at any moment.

"I'm going to... kill you!" the young master snarled, his face twisting into a savage mask.

"The young master is furious! That kid is dead for sure!"

"Is this guy insane? Daring to provoke a Spirit Aspect Powerhouse stronger than him? Does he have a death wish?"

"It's none of our business anyway. He's just some human kid. If he dies, he dies." The surrounding Martial Artists watched Shen Haoran like it was a show, their faces full of derision.

"Big Brother, you..." Seeing the young master on the verge of erupting, the little girl behind Shen Haoran anxiously started to reason with him, but before she could finish, he pulled her further behind him.

"It's alright, I know what you're going to say. He's just a measly Spirit Aspect; he can't hurt me. Just take care of your grandfather," Shen Haoran said with a light chuckle, patting the little girl's head as if the young master standing nearby didn't even exist.

'A measly... Spirit Aspect!' The little girl stared at the smile on Shen Haoran's lips, a dazed look on her face. For some reason, she felt a strangely reassuring aura from him. She nodded and retreated behind him.

"Such big words! Today, I'll show you what true power is!" the young master roared. The full aura of his Tier Four Spirit Aspect erupted, and the ground beneath his feet seemed unable to bear the pressure, starting to crack.

"Have a taste of my exclusive Martial Skill! This is a High Level Martial Skill you could never hope to encounter in your entire life. To die by this move will be a worthy death for you!" the young master sneered. All the Spiritual Power in his body gathered into his fists, instantly forming two White Tigers made of pure Spiritual Power.

"That's the Day Tiger Fist! An Earth Tier, Low Level Martial Skill!" someone in the crowd shouted upon seeing the two White Tigers forming on the young master's fists.

"The Day Tiger Fist... that's the exclusive Martial Skill of the Day Tiger Race here in Burning Flame City! Doesn't that mean this young master is the Young Clan Leader of the Day Tiger Race?" The surrounding Martial Artists were utterly shocked when they recognized the technique.

"Brat, it's too late for regrets! In my territory, killing you is as easy as crushing an ant! Taste my Day Tiger Fist, and die!" the young master roared savagely. The White Tigers on his fists grew more and more corporeal, their auras swelling with power!

BAM! However, just as the aura of the Day Tiger Fist reached its peak, a sudden, muffled impact rang out. The young master's body abruptly doubled over. His eyes bulged, and yellow bile dribbled from the corner of his mouth. The White Tigers formed from Spiritual Power on his hands slowly dissipated. In an instant, the once-arrogant young master wilted.

"Sorry about that. You talk too much, and you left too many openings. I just couldn't help myself."