"SMACK!" Seeing the terrified expressions on the two Martial Artists’ faces, Xu Hao smacked them both on the back of the head, sending them stumbling forward.
"What’s with that look? Are you saying my boss is some monster who kills without batting an eye? Still looking?! Believe it or not, I’ll rip your eyes out and pop them like grapes!" Xu Hao roared at the two men, the sheer volume of his voice making their eardrums ring.
At the sight of Xu Hao’s menacing glare, the two disciples were so frightened they collapsed to the ground. Their faces were filled with terror as they begged for their lives, "Please, don’t kill us! We’re just a couple of cannon fodder on patrol! Spare us!"
Seeing the two Martial Artists reduced to a miserable, blubbering mess, Shen Haoran rubbed his forehead and said, "Who said anything about killing you? Just keep talking."
The two Martial Artists froze when they heard Shen Haoran say he wouldn’t kill them, a hint of disbelief still lingering in their eyes.
"Xu Hao, back off!" Shen Haoran commanded, seeing the two Martial Artists’ doubtful expressions. Hearing Shen Haoran’s words, Xu Hao shot them a reluctant glare before taking a few steps back and retracting his ferocious aura.
Seeing Xu Hao retreat, the two Martial Artists finally let out a huge sigh of relief. They then continued, "That monster is incredibly fast. Even the Northern Domain’s Four Heroes couldn’t do anything about it. Fortunately, it only appeared that one time before vanishing without a trace. After that, we increased our patrols. We’re the cannon fodder who got thrown out on patrol, and we happened to run into you, so we figured we’d rob you of some treasures. We just didn’t expect you to discover us before we could even make a move!"
Listening to the two Martial Artists, Shen Haoran finally understood. For the past half-month, the disciples who had entered the Secret Realm had all gathered in one place due to the discovery of the Saint Emperor Sect’s ruins. That explained why Shen Haoran and his group hadn’t seen a single soul on their journey. However, the assembled group had run into trouble: they were attacked by a monster and suffered heavy losses.
At this thought, Shen Haoran’s brow furrowed. According to the two disciples, many people from the various gathered factions had died at the monster’s hands. ’Then what about Murong Wanqing?’
"Did the Celestial Spirit Sect suffer any losses?" Shen Haoran asked urgently. If anything had happened to Murong Wanqing, he would never be able to forgive himself.
"The Celestial Spirit Sect... A girl from the Celestial Spirit Sect died," the two Martial Artists said after thinking for a moment. "They say she was just a young girl. It’s a real tragedy. Even Xue Shitian couldn’t protect the people from his own Sect. That monster is just too terrifying!"
"BOOM!"
The moment the words left their mouths, they felt an incredibly dense, baleful aura erupt. A blast of Powerful Qi sent the two of them flying. When they scrambled to their feet and looked at Shen Haoran, their hearts plunged into icy despair.
A blood-red, baleful aura now swirled around Shen Haoran. Icy killing intent radiated from him without restraint as flashes of Sword Light ignited around his body, carving deep fissures into the earth. Pitch-black flames engulfed him completely, making him look like a Demon straight from Hell.
"You’re saying... a little girl died?" Shen Haoran’s voice grew hoarse. The two Martial Artists couldn’t see his eyes, but they could feel the frigid aura emanating from him. ’It’s the exact same feeling the monster gave off!’
"Y-Yes!" Enveloped by Shen Haoran’s icy aura, the two men didn’t dare to lie and immediately nodded. They had no idea why Shen Haoran had changed so drastically, but they were certain it was related to the girl who had died.
"Take me to your gathering point!" Shen Haoran said coldly. ’Even if Murong Wanqing is dead, I have to see her body. At the same time, I need to settle this score with Xue Shitian. As the leader of the Celestial Spirit Sect’s disciples, he couldn’t even protect his own Junior Sister. His life is worthless!’
"Ah, you want to go to our gathering point?" Hearing Shen Haoran’s demand, a flicker of secret joy ignited in their hearts. ’From everything that just happened, Shen Haoran must be that monster! If we lead him back, we might even get a reward!’
"Cut the crap! My boss told you to lead the way. Are you deaf?" Xu Hao strode forward, kicked one of them, and snarled. Seeing Shen Haoran’s state, he knew something terrible must have happened. For these two pieces of trash to be wasting time now... they were just asking for a beating.
"Okay, okay, okay!" Hurried along by Xu Hao, the two Martial Artists nodded frantically and took the lead, heading into the depths of the dense forest. Seeing this, Shen Haoran and his group quickly followed.
As he followed the two Martial Artists, Shen Haoran’s face was a mask, devoid of joy or sorrow. He looked like an empty shell, completely drained of all emotion and desire.
"Junior Shen," Ling Feng came closer and said in a low voice, "if something really did happen to Junior Sister Murong, you must try to endure your grief." He was the only one there who understood the true reason for Shen Haoran’s rage.
"Mn." Shen Haoran nodded, his face remaining an emotionless mask, but inside, his heart was twisted with savagery. ’If Murong Wanqing is really dead, will I endure my grief? I have no idea. But what I do know is that I will slaughter every last one of those Martial Artists to accompany her in death. So many people, yet they couldn’t protect one little girl? Then they have no right to live!’ At this moment, Shen Haoran cared nothing for righteousness or etiquette. He didn’t care if those people were involved or not. He only knew one thing: his sister had been killed while those people did nothing. For that, they all deserved to die. No questions asked, no reason needed.
Sensing the undiminished killing intent rolling off Shen Haoran, Ling Feng could only nod helplessly. He knew what Murong Wanqing meant to Shen Haoran. She was his sister—his own flesh and blood. ’If my own sister were killed,’ he thought, ’I’d probably react the exact same way.’
"We’re here! It’s right there!" Just as the atmosphere reached an icy extreme, the two Martial Artists pointed to a cave up ahead and spoke.
The moment they finished speaking, the two of them, with perfect unspoken accord, broke into a dead sprint. As they ran, they screamed, "The monster is here! Everyone, get out here! The monster is here!"
Seeing this, Xu Hao cursed under his breath. They had all been so lost in sorrow that they’d carelessly let those two bastards escape. But just as Xu Hao moved to give chase, Shen Haoran held him back.
"Boss!" Xu Hao frowned.
"They won’t live for long," Shen Haoran said faintly. He then took a step forward and bellowed, "Xue Shitian, get the hell out here!" The powerful sound wave of his voice echoed through the mountains, refusing to fade...
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