Chapter 743 - 737: Challenge

"Now!" Shen Haoran said coldly, a glint of frost in his eyes. He had never been one to tolerate an offense. He had ignored the White Tiger Race, but it seemed they truly thought he was an easy target, trying to take his life time and again. If that was the case, Shen Haoran would have no choice but to strike back!

"Be careful!" Long Xiaotian advised in a deep voice. Although Shen Haoran’s group was already formidable, the White Tiger Race had stood firm in Central City for many years and could not be underestimated. They had trump cards that not even the Cyan Dragon Race knew about. It was always best to be cautious.

"Mm, understood." Shen Haoran nodded, then beckoned to Lady Ya and Xue Ling. The group flew off in the direction of the White Tiger Race.

"Clan Leader, can he really eliminate the White Tiger Race?" one of the Cyan Dragon Race Elders asked uncertainly, watching the receding figures of Shen Haoran’s group.

"I don’t know." Long Xiaotian shook his head. He could no longer see through Shen Haoran at all. As for who would win this battle, even he couldn’t predict the outcome.

"Summon the Dragon Guard," Long Xiaotian ordered after a moment of deliberation. "If Shen Haoran falls to the White Tiger Race, we must rescue him, no matter the cost!"

Hearing Long Xiaotian’s command, the Elders behind him were stunned. The Dragon Guard was a force cultivated by the Cyan Dragon Race at an immense cost—one of the clan’s trump cards. The Dragon Guard’s sole mission was to protect the Cyan Dragon Race. ’And now he wants to use them to save some kid from the Human Race? Isn’t that an incredible waste?’

"Do you still underestimate Shen Haoran? A bunch of short-sighted old fools! Listen to me: Shen Haoran is a dormant dragon in the abyss. The moment he decides to soar, the heavens and the earth will tremble before him. All we can do now is stand behind him, at any cost. We will not shrink back, even if it costs us the entire Cyan Dragon Race! As long as Shen Haoran stands, the Cyan Dragon Race will never decline. With his help, we might even be able to truly restore the divine power of the Ancient Divine Beast Cyan Dragon! This is my intuition!" Long Xiaotian declared, his face alight with fervent passion.

Hearing Long Xiaotian’s words, the Elders behind him fell silent before nodding gravely. If what Long Xiaotian said was true—that Shen Haoran could help the Cyan Dragon Race restore the divine power of the Ancient Divine Beast Cyan Dragon—then they would gladly lay down their old lives for that cause. Without another word, they scattered to summon the Dragon Guard.

"Shen Haoran, you’d better not disappoint me," Long Xiaotian muttered to himself, gazing at the spot where Shen Haoran’s group had vanished.

At that moment, Shen Haoran and his four companions flew toward the White Tiger Race, their faces expressionless. A subtle killing intent radiated from them, causing the Martial Artists below to look up in confusion. After all, it was the first time anyone had seen a group fly so openly through the skies of Central City.

"Isn’t that Shen Haoran? He’s actually still alive!"

"They’re radiating killing intent. What are they up to?"

"That direction... isn’t that where the White Tiger Race is located? Is Shen Haoran going to pick a fight with them?"

The people of Central City whispered among themselves, guessing at Shen Haoran’s intentions. By now, his group had arrived in the airspace above the White Tiger Race’s estate.

"Bai Zhennan, get out here and die!" Shen Haoran roared, gazing down at the White Tiger Race’s sprawling estate. The powerful sound wave of his voice swept across Central City, echoing through the streets and instantly drawing the attention of everyone within.

"No way! Shen Haoran is actually challenging the White Tiger Race!"

"Just the five of them? Isn’t that a death wish? The White Tiger Race has been a pillar of Central City for hundreds of years. Are they supposed to be scared of five Martial Artists?"

"The Four Great Divine Beast Families of Central City and the Medicine Hall have a pact. The five Major Influences are bound together as one. An attack on one is an attack on all. If he makes an enemy of the White Tiger Race, he’s slapping all five of them in the face! Now this is going to be a good show!"

The Martial Artists of Central City had been speculating about Shen Haoran’s intentions, but his furious roar made everything clear. A heated discussion immediately erupted.

Shen Haoran’s furious roar sent a commotion through the entire White Tiger Race. Their Martial Artists quickly assembled, glaring up at the figures in the sky with cold expressions. ’Someone actually dared to come to the White Tiger Race’s own territory and call them out for a fight? This was the first time that had happened in hundreds of years!’

"Shen Haoran, enough of your arrogance! This is the territory of the White Tiger Race! Know your place, or prepare to die!" Bai Shaohong shouted, bursting forth from the estate and pointing a finger at Shen Haoran.

When Shen Haoran saw it was Bai Shaohong who had appeared and not Bai Zhennan, he couldn’t help but sneer. "Bai Zhennan," he said calmly, "I’ll give you three seconds. If you’re still not out here by then, you can prepare to collect your son’s corpse." Though his voice wasn’t loud, it carried to every corner of the White Tiger Race’s estate.

"What did you just say, you brat? Say that again if you have the guts!"

"How dare you speak to the Young Clan Leader like that! You’re courting death!"

"Young Clan Leader, don’t waste your breath on him! Just kill him!"

Hearing Shen Haoran’s arrogant tone, the faces of the White Tiger Race’s Martial Artists below twisted with rage as they roared at him.

"Silence!" Just as the Martial Artists of the White Tiger Race were about to erupt, a cold shout from Shen Haoran made them all clamp their mouths shut. His eyes narrowed, and his gaze swept over them. Anyone his eyes fell upon felt as if they had been plunged into Hell, cold sweat instantly drenching their robes.

"This is your last chance. Bring out Bai Zhennan!" Shen Haoran retracted his gaze from the crowd and stared into the depths of the White Tiger estate. His gaze was like two tangible beams of light, seemingly piercing through space itself to pinpoint Bai Zhennan’s location.

CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.

Just then, the sound of applause echoed from the depths of the estate as Bai Zhennan slowly walked out. His eyes were locked on Shen Haoran, and a tangible killing intent pulsed from him, so potent that the very air in front of him seemed to twist and distort.

"Such a grand display. You’re the first person to ever dare run wild on the White Tiger Race’s territory," Bai Zhennan said coldly. His gaze then shifted to Fire Vajra, who stood beside Shen Haoran. The only reason he had come out was because he had sensed a threatening aura from Fire Vajra. Otherwise, he suspected Shen Haoran might have actually killed Bai Shaohong.

"My display, however grand, is nothing compared to yours, Clan Leader Bai," Shen Haoran said, shooting Bai Zhennan a sarcastic glance. "I just never imagined the dignified Clan Leader of the White Tiger Race would resort to such despicable, vile, and shameless tactics as plotting assassinations. I’m truly impressed."

"What are you talking about? I have no idea," Bai Zhennan said, his expression unchanging as he feigned ignorance.

"Oh, is that so? Then allow me to refresh your memory," Shen Haoran said, the corner of his mouth curling into a wicked smile. The sight made Bai Zhennan’s scalp tingle as a dark premonition coiled in the pit of his stomach...