Chaos Heaven-Dominating Technique

"If you dare touch a single hair on Lady Ya's head, I'll pluck every hair from your body. If you dare break a single bone of hers, I'll shatter every bone in yours. If you dare take her life, I'll annihilate your entire clan! This was Shen Haoran's principle. Anyone who dared to harm those close to him would pay the price a hundred times over!"

Carrying Shen Haoran's towering rage, the Qilin Giant Beast roared and charged maniacally toward the White Tiger Race. The destructive aura radiating from it cracked the very ground below, and fissures as thick as a man's arm instantly spread out like a spiderweb.

"Dammit!" the middle-aged man below cursed under his breath as he stared at the Qilin Giant Beast. The Spiritual Power in his body began to surge violently, and a terrifying aura erupted from him. This power had far surpassed that of an ordinary Spirit Emperor Powerhouse; he had already reached the Spirit Emperor Peak, and was just one step away from taking that final leap.

A moment later, two elders flashed out from the depths of the White Tiger Race's domain. Both were ancestors of the White Tiger Race, and their strength was on par with the middle-aged man's. The destructive aura from the Qilin Giant Beast had awakened them. The three stood in the courtyard, their expressions grave as they watched the rapidly approaching beast. Even as Spirit Emperor Peak powerhouses, they could still sense an extremely intense danger from the Qilin Giant Beast.

"What's going on?" the two elders asked in deep voices.

"No time to explain! We have to deal with this thing first, or this entire place will be destroyed!" the middle-aged man said, his brow tightly furrowed.

Hearing this, the two elders nodded. The three of them began forming Hand Seals, and with a combined effort, they slashed at the space before them. A pitch-black spatial rift opened up, barring the Qilin Giant Beast's path.

Tearing space was something only powerhouses of the Spirit Emperor Tier could do. However, it wasn't too surprising that three Spirit Emperor Peak experts could accomplish it by working together. But they had still underestimated the terrifying power contained within the Qilin Giant Beast. After all, they weren't true Spirit Emperor Powerhouses, and the spatial rift they'd torn wasn't very stable. When the Qilin Giant Beast slammed into it, the already unstable rift trembled violently. Wisps of the Power of Space, mixed with the beast's destructive aura, shot out and rained down upon the White Tiger Race. The clansmen who couldn't escape in time were torn to shreds by the energy, turning into a bloody mist that filled the sky.

"Damn it!" Seeing this, the three men's faces turned grim. They immediately bit the tips of their tongues, spitting out three drops of Essence Blood to forcibly stabilize the spatial rift and devour all of the destructive power radiating from the Qilin Giant Beast.

RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE... A continuous series of explosions echoed from mid-air. A towering sea of fire and a terrifying storm of Spiritual Power raged, illuminating the dark night as if it were day. This strange phenomenon caught the attention of every Martial Artist in Central City. After all, the White Tiger Race held considerable influence in Central City. As they gazed at the scene above the White Tiger Race's territory, their hearts filled with confusion.

"That's the White Tiger Race's estate. What are they doing?"

"Are they running drills? Such immense power! The White Tiger Race truly lives up to its name. The Energy of the Four Great Divine Beast Families is truly not to be underestimated!" The Martial Artists of Central City began to discuss amongst themselves.

The other Divine Beast Clans were also alarmed. They frowned, watching the endless sea of fire above the White Tiger Race's domain.

"Someone is attacking the White Tiger Race. The power is immense!" Within the Vermilion Bird Race, Feng Qingwu spoke gravely, sensing the boundless rage emanating from within the flames.

"Who in the world would dare to make a move against one of the Four Great Divine Beast Families, and right here in Central City, no less!" Feng Miaoke exclaimed from the side, her face filled with shock.

"I don't know. But whoever it is, their Energy must be formidable—likely no weaker than any of our Four Great Divine Beast Families. Judging by this attack alone, the White Tiger Clan won't be able to stop it without paying a steep price!" A grave look flashed in Feng Qingwu's eyes.

"Are they really that powerful?" Feng Miaoke asked blankly.

"They are that powerful, if not more so." Feng Qingwu nodded heavily. He then turned to Feng Miaoke with a serious expression and said, "The contest for the Pill Emperor is just around the corner, and Central City is currently a chaotic mix of all sorts of people. There's no shortage of masters showing up. So, it's best not to stir up any trouble during this time. A powerhouse like the one who attacked the White Tiger Race tonight is someone you must not provoke, at least not before we get the Vermilion Bird Bloodline from Shen Haoran's body. Otherwise, it will bring us endless trouble!"

Seeing the grave look on Feng Qingwu's face, Feng Miaoke nodded, committing his words to memory. She then turned her gaze to the sky above the White Tiger Race's domain. Watching the raging flames and the storm of Spiritual Power, a fervent glint flashed in her eyes. 'The person who can unleash such a powerful attack must be a peerless expert,' she thought. 'And I'm about to possess that kind of power, too.'

'Shen Haoran, once I devour the Vermilion Bird Bloodline in your body, I will awaken as a true Divine Vermilion Bird! Then, I too will possess such incredible power!' Feng Miaoke roared excitedly in her heart.

Meanwhile, above the White Tiger Race's territory, the raging storm of fire was gradually devoured by the spatial rift. The sky over Central City slowly returned to calm, the dazzling light faded, and darkness once again enveloped the city.

Within the White Tiger Race's domain, the middle-aged man from before—the Clan Leader of the White Tiger Race—and the other two elders crashed to the ground, covered in dust and grime. A trickle of blood hung from the corners of their mouths. In the clash just now, even with their combined strength, they had come out on the losing end and even suffered a slight backlash.

Not only that, but vast swaths of the White Tiger Race's once-majestic buildings had collapsed during the rampage, and the casualties were innumerable.

"Damn it! Who in the world was that? How dare they attack my White Tiger Race!" the middle-aged man roared, his face grim as he stared at the sky where the black-robed figure had vanished without a trace. When he saw the devastation in the surrounding courtyard, his expression turned ashen. Although they had managed to withstand the attack, the White Tiger Race's losses were far from small.

"How could word of that matter have gotten out? How did that black-robed person know we were after the Nine-tailed White Fox Bloodline? Could it have been someone from the other three great families?" the other two elders asked with a frown.

"Absolutely not. The other three families couldn't muster this kind of power," the middle-aged man said, shaking his head.

"Find him! We must find this person!" a moment later, the three issued the order. Tonight was an absolute humiliation for the White Tiger Clan, and they were determined to repay it.

Meanwhile, the culprit, Shen Haoran, had already rushed out of Central City. He had retreated the instant he unleashed the Flame Sun Burst, knowing it couldn't possibly kill three Spirit Emperor Peak powerhouses. If they managed to intercept him, he would never be able to escape, not even with the help of Elder Yan and Changmao.

"Hmph. This was just a small lesson. The real show is yet to come." Shen Haoran glanced at the dissipating storm of Spiritual Power in the sky, then turned and disappeared into the dark, dense forest...

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