"Shen... Hao... Ran!"
Hei Xuan gritted his teeth, his voice a guttural, agonizing hiss that ripped from the deepest recesses of his throat.
The raw, cataclysmic force magnifying through Shen Haoran's single hand was simply too overwhelming, too logically defying for his physical vessel to withstand.
Despite the frantic, burning ignition of his Qi, his bones let out a terrifying, localized screech, his boots slid backward, and with a heavy, humiliating thud, his knees violently crashed directly into the shattered stone floor, kneeling submissively before the golden-haired youth.
Haoran smirked, "Yes. Just like this. You were forced to kneel like this before, yes? No, it's even more pitiful. I directly wiped the floor with your face."
Just then...
"Let go of the Young Master right now, you arrogant bastard!"
The six elite Hei Clan main lineage members who had been standing as a protective formation behind him instantly lost their calculated composure.
