Chaos Heaven-Dominating Technique

BAM...

Shen Haoran’s explosive power cracked the hard surface of the Divine Martial Platform!

Shen Haoran’s speed was incredible. Hua Zhiming couldn’t track his movements at all; he could only feel a scorching gust of wind closing in on him relentlessly!

’What kind of speed is this? Is he really just a Tier Two Spirit Marquis?’ At that moment, Hua Zhiming was suddenly struck by the feeling that he had made the worst decision of his life.

"Damn it!" Hua Zhiming cursed under his breath. He immediately tried to retreat. He was a Tier Eight Spirit Marquis, after all; he couldn’t just stand there and be a sitting duck!

However, against Shen Haoran’s phantom-like speed, Hua Zhiming’s efforts were futile. Shen Haoran had already mastered the Fourth Level of the Nine Heavens Shocking Cloud Step, allowing him to move without a trace. For Hua Zhiming to even think of dodging him was pure fantasy!

"Where do you think you’re going?" a faint voice sounded from behind Hua Zhiming. The words sent goosebumps erupting all over his skin. Behind him, Shen Haoran’s figure slowly materialized. Then, a fist wreathed in Fire Spirit Black Obsidian slammed directly into his back!

BAM...

With a dull thud, Hua Zhiming was sent flying like a baseball struck by a bat, his body carving a bloody trail across the Divine Martial Platform!

"Damn you!" Hua Zhiming cursed inwardly, suppressing the churning qi and blood in his chest. He slammed his hands on the ground to halt his momentum and forced himself back to his feet.

But just as he stood up, a dark figure appeared before him once more. A searing heat washed over him, causing his pupils to shrink!

Seeing the figure, Hua Zhiming instinctively threw a punch, trying to attack Shen Haoran. But he was far too slow. Before his fist could even connect, he felt a terrifying force crash down upon him. His internal organs felt as if they were being crushed by boulders, a searing pain contorting his entire face!

This time, before Hua Zhiming could be sent flying, Shen Haoran brought his knee up, smashing it into Hua Zhiming’s chin. The blow launched Hua Zhiming’s body into the air. A spray of blood and broken teeth erupted from his mouth, dazzling and cruel under the sunlight!

Watching Hua Zhiming fly into the air, Shen Haoran bent his knees and leaped up, instantly appearing at his side.

"Today, I’ll let you know the consequences of offending me, Shen Haoran!" Shen Haoran snorted coldly. He clenched his right fist as a power from the Primordial Chaos began to gather within it.

"Heaven-Breaking Kill!"

With a furious roar, Shen Haoran’s massive fist stamped itself onto Hua Zhiming’s back. The terrifying power was completely unleashed. Hua Zhiming’s body bent into an impossible arc before shooting toward the ground like a cannonball!

BOOM...

With a deafening crash, Hua Zhiming’s body slammed into the Divine Martial Platform. The tyrannical force embedded him within it, sending a web of cracks spreading out in all directions! The Divine Martial Platform, said to be able to withstand a full-power blow from a Spirit Aspect Powerhouse, couldn’t even handle the residual Powerful Qi from Shen Haoran’s attack. Just how terrifying was his strength!

TAP...

A moment later, with a soft tap, Shen Haoran landed from mid-air. He looked down at Hua Zhiming, who was embedded in the Divine Martial Platform and completely incapable of resisting, and shook his head gently. "You’re too weak!" With that, the aura around him completely dissipated, and he once again became that harmless-looking young man!

At this moment, the entire plaza was silent—so silent you could hear a pin drop. The crowd stared at Shen Haoran standing on the Divine Martial Platform, unable to stop themselves from gulping.

’He’s too strong.’ No one could have predicted Shen Haoran would be this powerful. When the match began, they had all expected this life-and-death battle to be a one-sided slaughter, a personal show, a complete domination with no suspense whatsoever. The only thing was, they had all predicted that Hua Zhiming would be the victor. But reality had slapped every single one of them in the face—and it had been a loud, swift slap at that!

Ten breaths. It took only ten breaths! Shen Haoran, a Tier Two Spirit Marquis, had beaten a Tier Eight Spirit Marquis like Hua Zhiming so badly he couldn’t even stand up, all within ten breaths of time. Was he even human?

It wasn’t just the other Martial Artists; even Murong Wanqing and the others who knew Shen Haoran were dumbfounded. They knew he would win, but they never expected it to be so fast. ’We just sat down,’ they thought. ’Our seats aren’t even warm yet, and the fight is already over?’

Luo Xiaowen’s eyes were wide with disbelief as she stared at Shen Haoran. At the start of the match, she had been worried that Hua Zhiming would hurt him, tensing up and preparing to intervene at a moment’s notice to rescue him. She never imagined that Shen Haoran would win the life-and-death battle so easily. And he had really done what he said he would. He claimed Hua Zhiming wouldn’t even get a chance to strike, and it was true—Hua Zhiming was defeated without even touching the corner of Shen Haoran’s clothes. This was a complete and utter rout!

"Damn it, what a useless piece of trash!" Luo Cheng muttered under his breath, seeing Hua Zhiming’s instant defeat at Shen Haoran’s hands.

"Young Master, wasn’t that Hua Zhiming a bit too weak? How could a Tier Eight Spirit Marquis not even have the strength to fight back?" said the guard next to Luo Cheng.

"Hmph, it’s not that Hua Zhiming was weak, it’s that Shen Haoran is too strong!" Luo Cheng snorted, his gaze fixed on Shen Haoran. He was right. Hua Zhiming’s strength wasn’t weak at all; in fact, he was even stronger than an average Tier Eight Spirit Marquis. But his opponent was Shen Haoran, an absolute freak of nature. That was why Hua Zhiming seemed so pathetic, unable to last even ten breaths.

"Young Master, he’s just a Tier Two Spirit Marquis. How can he be this powerful?" the guard asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"’Just’ a Tier Two Spirit Marquis? Did you see the black flames swirling around Shen Haoran just now? If I’m not mistaken, that should be the Fire Spirit Black Obsidian, one of the Heaven and Earth Spirits! I never thought that good-for-nothing could actually succeed in the Refinement of one of the Five Great Celestial Spirits. Of course he’s no ordinary Martial Artist!" Luo Cheng said coldly.

However, his gaze toward Shen Haoran was now filled with a burning fervor. ’Fire Spirit Black Obsidian... That’s one of the Heaven and Earth Spirits. If I could get my hands on it, my power would skyrocket. When that time comes, who else could possibly compete with me for the position of Patriarch? Oh, Shen Haoran, you’ve really brought me a magnificent gift!’ Luo Cheng sneered inwardly. A conspiracy was already beginning to quietly take root in his heart...