31: Yao Lao's shock

“Wh-What?! This is impossible!”

General Manager Jia Liejie’s smile instantly froze, his eyes bulging as if they would pop out, letting out a shriek like a rooster whose neck was being squeezed.

He simply couldn’t believe his eyes!

His proud Xuan-tier Dou Skills, a full-power strike, were actually endured by a mere child… endured head-on?!

This overturned all his understanding!

What made his liver and guts rupture happened next.

The moment the Flame Armor Guardian withstood the two Cracking Stone Collapsing Mountain Fist Gangs, the Xuan Huang Flame at the point of impact suddenly swelled outwards like a volcanic eruption, and a terrifying flame energy, even more overbearing than before, like an ancient flame dragon thoroughly enraged, flowed back along the Dou Qi trajectory Jia Liejie had unleashed, following the invisible energy connection, reversing its course.

It counterattacked with lightning speed.

“Pfft— Ugh ah!!!”

General Manager Jia Liejie was caught off guard; the burning sensation from the Xuan Huang Lion Flame Crash that had invaded his body earlier had not yet subsided, and now this terrifying counter-damage energy, which contained his own full-power strike plus the origin power of the Xuan Huang Flame, violently rushed into his body.

Assaulted both internally and externally, his Dou Qi instantly became like a wild horse unbridled, wildly rampaging and colliding within his meridians, causing a tearing pain in his meridians, as if countless red-hot knives were stirring inside him.

General Manager Jia Liejie suddenly spat out a large mouthful of scalding blood, which even contained tiny fragments of internal organs, and his aura, like a punctured balloon, instantly withered to the extreme.

His tall body swayed violently, staggering back several steps, his face ashen, his offensive completely disintegrated, leaving only boundless fear and disbelief in his eyes.

Now was the moment; the opportunity was fleeting.

Mo Yuhan’s eyes focused, like lightning tearing through the night sky; he instantly caught Jia Liejie’s fatal flaw: his Dou Qi was chaotic, his mind was lost, causing a huge gap in his defense.

“Xuan Huang Lion Flame Crash!”

He once again activated this ultimate Spirit Ability, which integrated offense and defense; the thick Flame Armor Guardian on his body, used for defense, instantly receded like a tide, transforming back into the ferocious lion-head armguards in their offensive form.

He pushed the exquisite movement technique of Phoenix Flight Step to its limit, leaving a faint fiery afterimage where he stood, while his true body, like a pale yellow lightning bolt tearing through space, instantly covered several meters, closing in on the weakened General Manager Jia Liejie.

This time, the target was no longer the palm, but the very center of Jia Liejie’s chest, where his Dou Qi defense was weakest and his guard was wide open.

“Roar—!!!”

As if a phantom of an ancient Flame Lion King flashed behind Mo Yuhan, letting out a soul-shaking roar, it struck General Manager Jia Liejie’s chest without reservation, like a burning meteor.

Crack! Splurt—

A horrifying, dense sound of bones shattering like popping beans clearly rang out, accompanied by a large gush of scalding blood mixed with numerous internal organ fragments spewing from Jia Liejie’s mouth.

His bear-like, burly body was struck head-on as if by an invisible siege hammer; his feet instantly left the ground, and his sternum collapsed inwards at an extremely terrifying angle, forming a shocking concave pit.

“Boom—!!!”

General Manager Jia Liejie’s massive body, like a broken kite with a snapped string, flew backward even faster than he had approached, heavily smashing into the thick bluestone wall at the end of the alley.

The hard stone wall, like paper, instantly became covered with dense, spiderweb-like, terrifying cracks several inches deep, and his entire body was deeply embedded in the crushed stone dust of the wall, his life completely extinguished.

Silence!

A deathly silence!

From General Manager Jia Liejie’s fierce attack to being utterly crushed into a near-death state by Mo Yuhan’s three swift strikes, the entire process was as fast as lightning, lasting only a dozen breaths.

The thugs who had been pushed back and were about to regroup and charge again were now as if petrified, their movements completely frozen midway.

Their eyes were filled with bone-deep fear, looking at the small figure standing at the edge of the dust-filled crater, with a tender yet ice-cold face like ten thousand years of profound ice, as if looking at a young demon god who had emerged from the deepest reaches of hell.

Samsung Dou Shi General Manager Jia Liejie, one of the top experts of the Jia Lie family, was cleanly and decisively killed by an eight-year-old child, and it was such a crushing, almost overwhelming defeat.

Fear, like an icy, bone-chilling tide, instantly drowned all their courage and ferocity. Someone, they knew not who, first let out a terrified, distorted shriek, like someone whose neck was being squeezed, which seemed to ignite the fuse of their collapse.

“Run! Run now!!”

“Monster! He’s a monster!”

The remaining Dou Zhe thugs completely broke down; orders, family honor, everything became a joke in the face of absolute power and the fear of death.

Like ants whose nest had been disturbed, they frantically dropped their weapons and scrambled, crying out for their parents, fleeing desperately towards both ends of the alley.

They only regretted not having two more legs.

The last trace of Xuan Huang Flame around Mo Yuhan’s body merged back into him, his aura steady and long, as if the thrilling, level-defying life-and-death struggle he had just experienced was merely a routine warm-up for him.

He turned around, stepping over the messy rubble and unconscious Jia Lie family thugs, and walked towards Little Fairy Doctor and Bibi Dong.

Little Fairy Doctor’s apricot eyes were also filled with shock at this moment, but Bibi Dong was not surprised.

She believed in Mo Yuhan.

“Auntie, Little Fairy Doctor sister, it’s alright now.” Mo Yuhan’s voice returned to its usual steady tone, as if he had just casually cleared away some trash blocking the way, “Let’s go back.”

He carefully supported Bibi Dong’s arm, his movements gentle yet firm.

Little Fairy Doctor also took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in her heart, and quickly helped support Bibi Dong’s other side.

The three of them stepped through this blood-soaked battlefield, walking towards the other end of the alley; the afternoon sun filtered through the gaps in the high walls, dappling them and casting long shadows, forming a sharp contrast with the chaotic scene behind them.

In the high, shadowy corner, there was a dead silence.

Xiao Yan leaned against the cold wall, his body slightly stiff, as if he had even forgotten to breathe.

He stared intently at the small figure below in the alley, walking calmly into the sunlight and disappearing, then with difficulty shifted his gaze to the human-shaped impression of General Manager Jia Liejie on the wall.

“Gulp…”

He swallowed with difficulty, his throat dry and aching.

The brief yet thrilling battle scene just now was deeply etched in his mind like a brand.

That pale yellow, strange flame, the instantly condensed lion-shaped Flame Armor Guardian, the exquisitely nimble movement technique, the terrifying defense that could withstand a Samsung Dou Shi’s full-power attack, and finally, that earth-shattering, decisive counter-kill…

All of this happened to a child who looked only seven or eight years old.

“Tea…Teacher…”

Xiao Yan’s voice carried a tremor he hadn’t even noticed, “He…is he really a Dou Zhe? An eight-year-old…Dou Zhe?”

He felt his Worldview had been impacted like never before. Before his Dou Qi was absorbed, he had been hailed as a once-in-a-century genius in Wutan City.

But this…what was this?

Yao Lao remained silent, his soul body even fluctuating slightly due to extreme shock.

After a long while, his voice, incomparably solemn, even with a hint of disbelief, finally sounded in Xiao Yan’s mind:

“An eight-year-old Dou Zhe, though terrifying, is still within my understanding.”

“However, that pale yellow flame, if my perception isn’t wrong… No, it can’t be wrong, that is an Exotic Flame, although it’s only the last on the Exotic Flame ranking, it possesses considerable power with the characteristics of earth’s thickness and incineration; its name is Xuan Huang Flame!”

Yao Lao’s voice carried an unprecedented seriousness and a subtle hint of worry, “An eight-year-old Dou Zhe… and also possessing an Exotic Flame, and judging by the seamlessness of his control, it’s definitely not newly refined. Could he be from those families…”

“Exotic Flame?!”

Xiao Yan gasped, his heart pounding.

He knew well the terror and rarity of Exotic Flames; Yao Lao had told him that it had taken him immense effort to acquire a Bone Chilling Flame ranked eleventh, which was already extremely difficult.

“It’s not just an Exotic Flame!”

Yao Lao’s voice grew even more solemn, “Look at his combat; the ability to instantly condense flames into a lion-shaped armor and armguards is definitely not an ordinary Dou Skills. It’s more like… an integration of the flame itself into some kind of power, full of primal, bestial ferocity and deterrence.”

“As for that movement Dou Skills, it’s only a high-level Xuan-tier, but under his use, it appears exceptionally agile and ethereal. And that defensive Flame Armor Guardian, not only can it withstand a Samsung Dou Shi’s full-power strike, but it can even reflect part of the attacking energy! This kind of Dou Skills, integrating offense and defense, capable of free transformation, and containing special effects, in my opinion, is at least Earth-tier low-level or above!”

Yao Lao let out a long breath of non-existent murky air, then chuckled: “Little fellow, do you know now that there are always people better than you and heavens beyond heavens?”

Xiao Yan listened to Yao Lao’s teasing laughter and couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

How could he possibly catch up to such a monstrous talent?

Watching the three figures disappear into the sunlight at the alley’s end, Xiao Yan unconsciously clenched his fists tightly.

An unprecedented complex emotion surged within him—there was the frustration of being utterly outmatched, but also a strong curiosity and longing for power, and even a burning fighting spirit, unwilling to admit defeat.

“The clouds of Wutan City have been completely stirred up by his appearance.”