Chaos Heaven-Dominating Technique

After Fang Shizhong spoke, the surrounding disciples stepped forward and encircled Shen Haoran’s group. Traces of their power emanated from their bodies, pressing down on Shen Haoran and the others.

’In Fang Shizhong’s eyes, these people were merely wandering Martial Artists that Ling Feng had brought back. Guests of the Third Elder? What a joke! Even the Sect Leader of the Celestial Spirit Sect would find it difficult to meet with the enigmatic Third Elder, and he, Fang Shizhong, had certainly never seen him. Why would the Third Elder summon a group of random kids from who-knows-where?’

’Besides, their cultivation was far too weak. The strongest among them was that beauty, a Tier Six Spirit Marquis, while the rest of the little brats were merely at the Spiritualist and Spirit Pupil Tiers. All it would take was a threatening shout to scare them off. As for the beauty... she could stay behind for him to enjoy thoroughly!’

But in the next moment, Fang Shizhong was left completely baffled by Shen Haoran’s group. The surrounded brats showed no sign of feeling threatened. Instead, they were all busy chatting amongst themselves, paying no mind to the Celestial Spirit Sect disciples nearby.

Shen Haoran and Murong Wanqing were whispering to each other, and Han Xu was even squatting on the ground, drawing circles in the dirt as if no one else was there.

Seeing this, Fang Shizhong’s expression darkened. He, a dignified Inner Sect Disciple of the Celestial Spirit Sect, was being ignored by a bunch of nobodies. Fury surged within him, and a terrifying aura erupted from his body!

"I said, except for the beauty, the rest of you can get the hell out of here!" Fang Shizhong roared. The sheer force of his aura made the surrounding trees sway.

"Brother Fang is angry. These idiots are done for!"

"A Tier Eight Spirit Marquis! Brother Fang’s power has improved again. He truly is an Inner Sect Disciple! With an aura like this, his actual combat strength probably far exceeds that of a typical Tier Eight Spirit Marquis!"

"Of course! The Sect’s selection for Inner Sect Disciples is incredibly strict. Brother Fang was able to enter the Inner Sect, so his strength is naturally formidable. These country bumpkins have never seen the world; they’re in for a world of pain now!"

Feeling the aura radiating from Fang Shizhong, the surrounding disciples’ eyes filled with admiration.

Admittedly, the powerful aura emanating from Fang Shizhong did startle Shen Haoran’s group. They all stopped what they were doing and looked toward Fang Shizhong in unison.

Seeing Shen Haoran’s group fall silent and stare at him, a proud expression appeared on Fang Shizhong’s face. But just as he was about to speak, they erupted in a collective jeer and went back to their noisy chatter, once again leaving him hanging.

"Tch, and here I thought he was something special. He’s only a Tier Eight Spirit Marquis," Han Xu muttered disdainfully. Shen Haoran was just a Tier One Spirit Marquis, but his aura was far more powerful than Fang Shizhong’s. Because of that, Han Xu wasn’t the least bit concerned about a mere Tier Eight.

Murong Wanqing felt the same. In the Murong Clan, someone who had only reached the Tier Eight Spirit Marquis level at Fang Shizhong’s age would be expelled. Moreover, Tier Eight Spirit Marquises were a dime a dozen in the Murong Clan; Fang Shizhong wasn’t even worthy of carrying their shoes. Thus, she wasn’t concerned in the slightest.

As for the little brats, they had no concept of what a Tier Eight Spirit Marquis was. They only knew that this pretty boy in front of them definitely couldn’t beat their Brother Shen. And as for Shen Haoran himself, he had never even considered Fang Shizhong a threat...

Ignored once again, Fang Shizhong roared in fury. His figure flashed as he charged directly at Shen Haoran. He could see that Shen Haoran was the leader of this group. ’Just a Tier One Spirit Marquis. I’ll kill him with a single punch!’

Fang Shizhong’s attack was not without power. His massive fist, accompanied by a whistling sonic boom, arrived in front of Shen Haoran in an instant.

Facing the attack, Shen Haoran sneered. He clenched his right fist, veins bulging on his arm. The next moment, he threw a punch of his own, meeting Fang Shizhong’s head-on!

BOOM!

In the next instant, their fists collided. A powerful shockwave erupted from the point of impact, instantly spreading outward. It slammed into the surrounding forest, snapping trees in half and sending them crashing to the ground!

CRACK...

Immediately after, the sharp sound of a bone breaking rang out. Everyone’s gaze shot toward the source. The sight made them all gasp. The two fists were still touching, but Fang Shizhong’s arm was now bent at an unnatural angle. The cracking sound had come from his arm. With that one punch, Shen Haoran had completely crippled it!

THUD...

The remaining force of Shen Haoran’s punch sent Fang Shizhong flying. He crashed to the ground, curling up into a ball and clutching his broken arm, wailing in agony.

"Brother Fang!" Seeing Fang Shizhong’s miserable state, the surrounding disciples quickly rushed to his side. He was the grandson of an Outer Elder, after all. If something serious happened to him, none of them would see another peaceful day!

"AHH... My arm! My arm! Quick, kill this brat for me! I’m going to chop off all his limbs!" Fang Shizhong roared, clutching his arm. Rage had completely overwhelmed him.

However, despite Fang Shizhong’s command, not one of his underlings dared to take a step forward. ’Are you kidding? Even Fang Shizhong, a Tier Eight Spirit Marquis, had his arm broken by that kid in a single punch. We’re just Outer Disciples; we’d be no match for him!’

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!" Fang Shizhong kicked away a disciple beside him. Then, he shot Shen Haoran a cold glare, pulled a bamboo whistle from his robes, and blew it.

The clear sound of the whistle echoed through the forest and carried into the Celestial Spirit Sect. A moment later, several powerful auras shot out from within the Sect, rushing toward the forest at extreme speed.

Sensing those powerful auras, Shen Haoran’s brow furrowed. ’So Fang Shizhong is calling for backup!’

"Who dares trespass in the Celestial Spirit Sect!" A furious shout boomed from the sky, and three elderly figures appeared before Shen Haoran.

’Spirit Aspect Powerhouses!’ These three newly arrived elders had all reached the Spirit Aspect Tier!

"Grandfather! Help me!" Seeing the newcomers, Fang Shizhong scrambled toward one of the elders, crying.

"What is it? Stop your sniveling. What is this disgraceful behavior!" the elder demanded, frowning at Fang Shizhong.

"Grandfather, this brat trespassed into our Celestial Spirit Sect! I tried to stop him, but he suddenly attacked and injured me. Your grandson was wounded in his sneak attack!" Fang Shizhong tattled, showing off his broken arm.

"Brat, you trespassed into my Celestial Spirit Sect and even dared to harm a disciple of my sect. Are you tired of living?!" Seeing Fang Shizhong’s broken arm, the elder’s face darkened. A terrifying pressure erupted from his body and enveloped Shen Haoran’s group...