Chapter 586 581: Flattened in One Move

A monstrous killing intent, accompanied by furious roars, erupted from the Bai Family's front courtyard. The thick stench of blood filled the air, and Shen Haoran's face instantly grew grim.

SWOOSH! Suddenly, a figure shot out from the mountain forest ahead. Upon seeing Shen Haoran standing beside the Cold Pool, the man raised his greatsword and charged, his eyes bloodshot and his body radiating a malevolent aura.

Shen Haoran frowned as he watched the Martial Artist charge at him. Judging from the man's aura, he wasn't from the Fox Race. Shen Haoran's gaze turned icy, and a jet-black stream of Sword Intent shot out, piercing straight through the Martial Artist's head.

"Snow Wolf Race!" Killing intent surged from Shen Haoran as he watched the dead Martial Artist's body slowly transform. 'It seems the Snow Wolf Race knew today's banquet was a trap, so they came prepared.'

"Hmph. Since you're here, don't even think about leaving!" Shen Haoran snorted. His Vermilion Bird Wings unfurled, and he shot toward the battlefield ahead.

BOOM…

On the battlefield ahead, the Fox Race's Martial Artists were in a full retreat. Even with Elder Lu, Bai Zhen, and a few others holding the line, they were no match for the combined forces of the Snow Wolf and Vajra Ape Races.

"Patriarch, where on earth did Lady Ya and Shen Haoran go? Why aren't they here yet?" the Bai Family Elders asked, their faces etched with anxiety. 'This situation is dire for the Fox Race. If we don't have a pillar of support, our morale will completely crumble!'

"Things have come to this, so I'll hide it no longer," Bai Zhen said in a heavy tone, looking at his clansmen whose eyes were filled with despair. "Lady Ya is the inheritor of the Nine-tailed White Fox Bloodline that our Fox Race has searched for over ten thousand years! She is our Saintess!"

"What? The inheritor of the Nine-tailed White Fox Bloodline!" Everyone present cried out in shock upon hearing Bai Zhen's words. Even Elder Lu and the others who weren't members of the Fox Race were completely stunned. The Nine-tailed White Fox was no secret among the Demon Race; it was a legendary existence on par with the Four Great Divine Beasts.

The current Four Great Divine Beast Families in the central region of the Demon Race merely carried the title; they only possessed a sliver of Divine Beast Bloodline, not a true lineage. But Lady Ya's bloodline was different. Hers was the *true* Nine-tailed White Fox Bloodline. If she cultivated it to its apex, she would become a genuine Nine-tailed White Fox, an existence that could rival the Four Great Divine Beasts!

Upon hearing Bai Zhen's declaration, the despair in the eyes of the Bai Family members vanished. In its place was pure excitement. The Nine-tailed White Fox was the most sacred existence to the Fox Race—it was their faith. And in the face of such faith, fear and despair were nothing.

"The Saintess is awakening her Nine-tailed White Fox Bloodline as we speak," Bai Zhen announced in a solemn voice. "We must hold this line until she emerges!"

Hearing this, everyone nodded resolutely. Spurred on by the revelation of the Nine-tailed White Fox, they were all brimming with fighting spirit.

"Bai Zhen, I suggest you surrender peacefully! As things stand, your Fox Race has no other choice!" Lang Shuntian bellowed at Bai Zhen and his group.

"Lang Shuntian, if you want the Fox Race to submit, you can dream on!" Bai Zhen's face was frigid as his aura flared once more. However, it was considerably weaker than before. His stamina had been massively drained from holding off so many Spirit Emperor Powerhouses.

"Hmph, so you've chosen the hard way. Fine, then you and your precious Fox Race can go to Hell!" Lang Shuntian roared, his face twisting viciously. With a flash, he lunged toward the nearest Fox Race disciple.

However, just as Lang Shuntian was about to reach the disciple, a dark figure fell from the sky like a meteorite, crashing down right in front of him. The ground shattered under the immense impact, sending stone fragments flying. The resulting shockwave blasted Lang Shuntian backward, forcing him to flip several times in mid-air before he could regain his footing.

"Who's there!" Lang Shuntian demanded, his cold gaze fixed on the figure within the billowing dust.

A moment later, the dust settled, revealing a young man wreathed in black flames. It was Shen Haoran, having rushed over from the Cold Pool on the back mountain.

Shen Haoran's gaze swept across the battlefield, his eyes taking in the corpses that littered the ground. His face remained expressionless, but a tangible killing intent swirled around him, causing the rubble at his feet to slowly levitate.

A pang of fear struck Lang Shuntian as he looked at Shen Haoran, but he quickly shook his head. 'The aura he's giving off is only that of a Tier One Spirit Aspect. A Martial Artist like that isn't even worthy of my attention!'

"Kid, are you the one who drove Bai Hong out of the Bai Family?" Lang Shuntian sneered at Shen Haoran. "I thought Bai Hong must have been forced out by some incredible expert. I never imagined it was just some snot-nosed little brat from the Human Race. How pathetic!"

"So it was Bai Hong who tipped you off?" Shen Haoran asked, his voice cold.

"You really are just a kid. But you've got a big appetite, don't you? Daring to swallow my Snow Wolf Race and the Vajra Ape Race whole," Lang Shuntian's gaze turned savage, his voice thick with murderous intent. "Aren't you afraid you'll bite off more than you can chew?"

"You'll find out soon enough whether I can handle it," Shen Haoran said calmly. His body flickered and instantly vanished.

BOOM… The instant Shen Haoran vanished, Lang Shuntian's pupils shrank. He felt an incredibly scorching presence appear right before him. A massive fist filled his vision, the sheer force of its approach warping the features on his face.

'So fast!' Lang Shuntian thought, stunned. The distance between them had only been a few dozen meters, but Shen Haoran's speed was simply absurd!

The moment he felt the force of the punch, Lang Shuntian tried to retreat. 'My cultivation is at the Half-step Spirit Emperor realm! How could I possibly lose to some Tier One Spirit Aspect kid?'

A cold sneer curled Shen Haoran's lips as he watched Lang Shuntian attempt to retreat. An earthy-yellow light then erupted from his body and enveloped the Snow Wolf Clan Leader. In the next instant, Lang Shuntian felt his body become as heavy as a mountain, completely immobile!

"This... How is this possible!" Lang Shuntian shrieked, but before the words even left his mouth, Shen Haoran's fist slammed into his chest. A violent torrent of power erupted, blasting him away.

BANG… Lang Shuntian's body shot backward like a cannonball, demolishing several buildings in his path. He carved a long trench in the earth before finally coming to a stop, unconscious.

Everyone who witnessed this couldn't help but gasp in shock. One move. With just one move, he had knocked the Clan Leader of the Snow Wolf Race unconscious. 'This Shen Haoran... he's terrifyingly strong...'