The Underground Boxing Market fell silent. Everyone stared blankly at the unfazed Shen Haoran, momentarily speechless. The battle had ended too quickly. A Tier Two Spirit Emperor had been defeated so easily. From the looks of it, Shen Haoran hadn't even used his full strength. Despite unleashing such a large-scale Martial Skill, his aura remained immense. 'Just what kind of monster is this guy?'
"Eighth Brother!" The remaining seven Golden Martial Artists rushed forward when they saw the black flames engulfing their companion. After a frantic struggle, they finally managed to extinguish the fire. But by then, the Fire Spirit Black Obsidian had burned him beyond recognition. He was clearly crippled for life!
"I'll kill you, you bastard!" Enraged by Eighth Brother's horrific injuries, two of the men roared. Their eyes glinted with cold killing intent as they shot toward Shen Haoran.
