As a massive palm, the size of a cooking pot, swept viciously toward Zhong Shenxiu, everyone’s heart clenched, knowing this was it. If the child took the full force of Fred’s strike, he’d be lucky to avoid a concussion, let alone death.

Albert’s heart also lurched with panic, regretting that he hadn't acted sooner. Now, any attempt to intervene was too little, too late; he had no way to stop the swift blow as it barreled toward Zhong Shenxiu, left only to watch the hand descend.

Yet, just as everyone braced for the sharp impact, a bizarre scene unfolded. About twenty centimeters from Zhong Shenxiu’s face, Fred’s hand froze dead in its tracks—stopping abruptly, as if yanked by an invisible string.

To halt momentum built up at such an acceleration was simply unbelievable. Looking closely, what stopped the pot-sized hand was not some obstacle, but a slender, delicate hand—a graceful limb that had seized Fred’s wrist and arrested its trajectory.

For such a fragile hand to bring a thick, powerful arm to a standstill mid-air was the most uncanny thing imaginable. Every eye widened, mouths agape enough to swallow a billiard ball, witnessing this unbelievable strangeness.

The owner of that delicate hand was none other than Robin—the very person everyone assumed was just a little girl. At this moment, Robin’s eyes, sharp as eagles’, were fixed on Fred, and the slender hand gripping him stood firm as Mount Tai, utterly unmoving.

She—Robin Trancy—absolutely would not permit anyone to strike her master in front of her! Absolutely not!!

No matter who the aggressor was!!! Who says only dragons possess an inverse scale?

The Phoenix, too, has untouchable forbidden zones! And Robin’s forbidden zone was Zhong Shenxiu.

For her, touching him was permissible only if one first walked over her corpse! Her life, ever since she followed Zhong Shenxiu, no longer belonged to herself!

Suddenly, a chilling aura emanated from Robin’s tiny frame. Her small body radiated a bone-chilling cold, an aura capable of freezing the soul—it was terrifying beyond measure!

Her raven hair began to writhe without wind, resembling the flickering ghost-fire of the netherworld. “Aaaaaah~~~” A world-shattering scream tore from Fred’s mouth.

This cry, like a lonely wolf’s howl in the dead of night, struck the hearts of the onlookers, who were still reeling from the sudden turn of events. When they dared to look again at Fred’s arm, everyone sucked in a collective, sharp breath; it barely resembled an arm anymore, utterly distorted by Robin’s grip.

What kind of power could achieve such a grotesque transformation! Silence.

A silence so profound it seemed all life had fled the earth; a quiet so deep one could hear their own labored breathing! In that instant, no one viewed Robin as a harmless little girl, for she had fully transformed into Death’s consort.

In that moment, no one would ever again belittle the strength of a child, for this little girl had proven with her hand that children could be formidable! Fear, an inexplicable dread, began to rise in the hearts of the crowd.

This fear was amplified by the calm placidity of Robin’s expression! This fear was long to subside, stoked by the sheer disparity in power!

Albert’s pupils were massively dilated; at this juncture, he could clearly hear his own heart thumping a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He couldn’t fathom why he felt such profound unease, as if enveloped by a strange aura that provoked an uncontrollable terror.

Anthony trembled, gripping his staff tightly, his mind completely shutting down, unable to process the scene: My God! Merciful heavens, can someone tell me what I have just witnessed?

Meanwhile, Robin, having mangled Fred’s arm, did not release him. Instead, she yanked him back, seamlessly using her other hand to grasp his neck.

Instantly, despair, helplessness, and sheer terror washed over Fred’s face! He tried to cry out, but the immense force transmitted through that delicate hand crushed his throat, allowing only muffled whines to escape.

What was the definition of overwhelming power? This was the ultimate demonstration!

“No one insults my master!” Robin stated devoid of emotion. “No one!” Just as Robin prepared to unleash the 'Nine Yin White Bone Claw' once more, Zhong Shenxiu finally spoke.

“Enough, Robin,” Zhong Shenxiu said calmly, still sipping his plain water, as if the entire spectacle had nothing to do with him. Hearing Zhong Shenxiu’s command, Robin immediately eased the pressure but did not let Fred go.

Instead, her hands shifted, and with a movement like a 'Black Tiger Stealing the Heart,' she lifted him, casually tossing Fred out the nearby window as if flicking away a dead chick. Then, Zhong Shenxiu resumed drinking his water, and Robin continued eating her meal, everything resuming as if nothing had ever occurred.

All of this unfolded with blistering speed—so fast it felt like being struck by lightning! From Fred’s initial swing to his ejection through the window by Robin, mere tens of seconds had elapsed.

For a long while, the onlookers could not shake off the shock of this rapid sequence of events and blows. But eventually, Alistair and a few others broke the silence.

Having witnessed Robin’s iron-clad might, they dared not step forward to defend their comrade, but their brother was still lying outside. They couldn't abandon him, so they quickly hurried downstairs.

A moment later, Zhong Shenxiu and Robin abruptly stood up. This action startled everyone; now, every move they made held the attention of the entire room!

No one dared make a sound or raise an objection, they could only watch the pair silently, inwardly praying with every fiber of their being that they wouldn't be targeted next. “Waiter, the bill!” Zhong Shenxiu said coolly.

“Sir, this meal is on the house, please don't trouble yourself with payment,” said the middle-aged owner. When he saw the waiter foolishly moving to accept money when Zhong Shenxiu pulled out his wallet, the owner nearly combusted with anger!

My precious ancestor, he thought, you dare take money from these two little devils? Don't you value your life?

If they take offense, will this shop even remain standing... “Are you sure you don’t need payment?” Zhong Shenxiu asked, sounding slightly curious.

“Sure, sure!” The middle-aged owner bowed hastily, like a collaborator bowing to the invading forces. Zhong Shenxiu stared at him for a moment before finally pocketing the money and leaving with Robin.

However, just as he departed, he uttered a sentence that nearly sent the owner collapsing in terror. Zhong Shenxiu said this: “I must tell you, with complete certainty, that the food here is genuinely terrible!”