THUD...
With a dull thud, the young master's heavy fist seemed to strike a ball of cotton. A fierce gust of wind spread out in all directions, but it didn't harm a single hair on the little girl's head. It didn't even stir the hem of her clothes.
"Is bullying the weak all you people from the Demon Race know how to do?" Shen Haoran asked coolly, gripping the young master's fist and looking down at him.
The crowd stared in shock at Shen Haoran, who had suddenly appeared in front of the little girl. They hadn't expected someone to actually step in to right a wrong. And what's more, this person seemed to be a young man from the Human Race.
"Are all humans this brazen nowadays? Daring to cause trouble in the Demon Race's territory!"
"That human boy's strength doesn't seem half-bad. He actually blocked the young master's punch!"
"Hmph, so what? He's just a human. What's there to be afraid of? This is our territory!"
