Han Xu stared, dumbfounded, as one man single-handedly withstood the assault of three Spirit Aspect powerhouses. He was so shocked he couldn’t speak. Shen Haoran’s freakishly immense combat strength had once again shattered Han Xu’s understanding of the world.

’Those Hu Brothers are Spirit Aspect powerhouses! A Spirit Aspect is considered a regional powerhouse on this continent. Any Martial Artist who can reach the Spirit Aspect Tier is a genius of their generation. In a first-class power, they could at the very least become an Elder. It’s a level that some people strive for their entire lives and never reach! I couldn’t even last a single move against Hu the Third, yet Shen Haoran is holding back the Hu Brothers’ combined assault all by himself. And he’s only a Tier One Spirit Marquis! He’s fighting across an entire Great Realm!’

The Hu Brothers also stared at Shen Haoran in utter shock. They could only feel a terrifying force emanating from his fists. It was as if they weren’t fighting a human, but a Fierce Beast from the Primordial Chaos. Even with the three of them combined, they were struggling to hold on!

Seeing the Hu Brothers struggling desperately before him, Shen Haoran sneered. In terms of pure physical strength, his body had been tempered countless times, and its power had long since surpassed his apparent cultivation level; he could even match a Spirit King. If he added the power of his Qilin Arm, he would even dare to fight a Spirit Emperor. The Hu Brothers before him were mere Spirit Aspects. How could they possibly withstand a punch from him?

Furthermore, the Spiritual Power in Shen Haoran’s body had been refined by the Fire Spirit Black Obsidian, and its purity was comparable to that of Heaven and Earth Spirits. As a result, his explosive power was far beyond what the Hu Brothers could match. With a single punch, he completely suppressed them!

"Get lost!" Shen Haoran roared. His arm suddenly swelled, revealing the Qilin Arm with its crimson patterns. The massive fist, radiating a scorching aura, instantly tore through the Hu Brothers’ defense. The powerful shockwave from the punch slammed into their chests, and the three of them spat up blood as they were thrown back, landing beside Lan Yansheng.

"AHH!"

Three agonizing screams erupted from the Hu Brothers. Their arms hung completely limp, the stark white of bone piercing through their skin. With a single punch, Shen Haoran had crippled all three of their arms!

Lan Yansheng stared in terror at the Hu Brothers beside him, gulping audibly. ’These three are Spirit Aspect Powerhouses, yet they couldn’t even take one move from him! Just how much of a monster is this guy?!’

TAP! TAP! TAP!

Shen Haoran walked slowly toward Lan Yansheng, his icy eyes locked onto him. A tangible killing intent washed over Lan Yansheng, causing him to break out in a cold sweat that instantly soaked his clothes.

"Don’t... don’t come any closer! Don’t kill me!" Feeling the killing intent radiating from Shen Haoran, Lan Yansheng’s mind went blank. He turned and began to crawl away. He just wanted to escape this place as fast as he could. Shen Haoran was too terrifying—more horrifying than a Demon from Hell!

Shen Haoran took a step forward and hauled Lan Yansheng to his feet. A strange odor wafted up from him as a brownish-yellow liquid trickled down his pant leg. Shen Haoran had scared him so badly he’d lost control of his bladder and bowels.

"Don’t... don’t kill me! My father forced me to do it! If you’re going to kill someone, go kill him! I’m begging you, please let me go!" Tears and snot streamed down Lan Yansheng’s face, dripping into his mouth, but he was too terrified to even notice.

Hearing this, Shen Haoran snorted coldly. "Hmph. What use is there in keeping someone like you alive—someone who would sell out their own father just to survive?"

As he spoke, the aura around Shen Haoran turned frigid. A warm sensation spread down Lan Yansheng’s legs as he wet himself in fear yet again.

"Killing you would only dirty my hands. Brother Han, I’ll leave him to you," Shen Haoran said, glancing at Lan Yansheng with disgust before tossing him in front of Han Xu.

"Brother Han! Brother Han, I’m sorry! Please... please spare me! For the sake of us growing up together, spare my life!" Lan Yansheng scrambled over and desperately clung to Han Xu’s leg, completely heedless of his own dignity.

After a single, indifferent glance at Lan Yansheng, Han Xu kicked him away and said coldly, "Spare you? When my Han Clan members begged you for their lives, did you spare a single one? Today, your blood will serve as an offering to my fallen brothers and sisters!"

Han Xu snorted, and with a flick of his hand seals, the ground beneath Lan Yansheng instantly turned into a patch of sand that completely enveloped him.

"Burst!"

Han Xu’s eyes turned cold. He brought his palms together in a sharp clap. The sand encasing Lan Yansheng contracted violently before bursting apart in the next instant, showering down as a sky full of individual grains.

The sand was now completely dyed blood-red, and mixed within it were chunks of flesh that rained down from above. Lan Yansheng’s figure had completely vanished from this world.

"Pfft—"

After killing Lan Yansheng, Han Xu also spat out a mouthful of blood and sank to one knee, his face turning pale. He had taken a direct palm strike from Hu the Third, and his injuries were not light.

Seeing this, Shen Haoran quickly walked over and helped Han Xu up. He then took an Elixir from his Storage Ring and pushed it into Han Xu’s mouth.

"Brother Shen, thank you. If you hadn’t arrived in time, I’m afraid I would have..." Han Xu said gratefully.

"We’re brothers. No need for words," Shen Haoran said with a wave of his hand.

Hearing this, Han Xu nodded in understanding. Indeed, there was no need for thanks between brothers.

"What should we do about those three?" Han Xu asked quietly, looking at the wailing Hu Brothers on the ground. He still hadn’t quite processed the fact that Shen Haoran had defeated three Spirit Aspect Powerhouses in a single move.

"Hmph. Anyone who hurts my brother dies," Shen Haoran snorted. Black Flame flared up in his hand, forming three black Fire Feathers that shot directly toward the chests of the Hu Brothers. In the next instant, they were burned to ashes.

"Gulp..." Watching Shen Haoran’s ruthless methods, Han Xu couldn’t help but swallow hard. Still, he gave him a thumbs-up in admiration. ’Who else in the world today could so easily dispose of three Spirit Aspect powerhouses? Only my brother, Shen Haoran, of course!’

"Feeling any better? We need to hurry back to the Han Family and lend Grandmaster Han a hand," Shen Haoran said in a low voice, having casually disposed of the Hu Brothers.

At his words, Han Xu took a deep breath. After taking Shen Haoran’s Elixir, the color returned to his face, and the chaotic energy roiling within his body was suppressed.

Han Xu stood up and released Han Xue and the others from the sand wall. After making sure they were settled, he followed Shen Haoran, and they rushed toward the Han Family estate.

’Grandfather, you have to be okay!’ Han Xu prayed in his heart.

[PS: I changed the Hu Brothers’ strength from Spirit King to Spirit Aspect. If they were Spirit Kings, it would be a bit too overpowered. The Spirit King realm is above the Spirit Aspect Stage.]