Watching the Vulture Elder charge toward him, Shen Haoran didn't so much as blink. He remained sitting on the bed, perfectly still.
Just as the Vulture Elder's palm was a mere finger's breadth away, Shen Haoran moved. A terrifying storm of Spiritual Thought erupted from him. Then, under the Vulture Elder's stunned gaze, he reached out and casually caught the attack.
"A... A Spirit Aspect Powerhouse!" the Vulture Elder shrieked. He stared at the perfectly composed Shen Haoran, his mind reeling with disbelief.
'A Spirit Aspect Powerhouse! Shen Haoran is a Spirit Aspect Powerhouse too! This is impossible! Even if he's a peerless genius who started his Cultivation in the womb, there's no way he could reach the Spirit Aspect Tier at such a young age!'
The Vulture Elder was roaring internally, completely shocked. But Shen Haoran's oppressive aura was undeniable, the presence of a Tier Eight Spirit Aspect mercilessly assailing his senses.
