Chaos Heaven-Dominating Technique

"An explanation? Speaking of explanations, don’t you think you owe me one as well?" Shen Haoran scoffed upon hearing Xue Shitian’s words.

"Shen Haoran, don’t think I won’t touch you just because you have the Third Elder’s backing. You hit my man right in front of me and then spout such nonsense. I am still your senior brother and the leader of the Celestial Spirit Sect’s group. Is this how you treat me?" Xue Shitian’s face darkened as he spoke coldly.

"Haha!" Hearing Xue Shitian, Shen Haoran laughed instead of getting angry. Then, his expression grew indifferent.

"Leader? You have the nerve to call yourself the leader of the Celestial Spirit Sect? Wanqing was injured by a monster and hasn’t received any treatment. If it weren’t for her strong constitution, she’d already be dead! As her senior brother and the leader of this group, shouldn’t you be held responsible? Don’t tell me you don’t have any healing Elixirs. The great first disciple of the Celestial Spirit Sect, the number one genius of the Northern Domain, wouldn’t have any?" Shen Haoran raged, pointing a finger at Xue Shitian’s nose.

Just now, when Shen Haoran saw Murong Wanqing’s grievous injuries, he immediately examined her, only to discover that she hadn’t received any treatment at all. Her meridians were already blocked, and if she’d been left like that for another two days, she would have certainly died! Yet Xue Shitian and the others had turned a deaf ear to her plight. How could Shen Haoran not be furious at their actions?

"Hmph. This Secret Realm is filled with danger. Healing Elixirs are incredibly precious. Why would we waste one on a cripple!" a Martial Artist standing beside Xue Shitian coldly retorted.

"Oh? A cripple?" Hearing the disciple’s words, Shen Haoran’s eyes narrowed, and a terrifying killing intent began to swirl around him.

"WHOOSH..." Abruptly, the Endless Sword Formation activated. A jet-black longsword, condensed from Sword Intent, shot instantly toward the center of the Martial Artist’s brow.

"Watch out!" The surrounding Martial Artists cried out in alarm the moment the black Sword Light flared. They knew how terrifyingly fast it was; even a Tier Nine Spirit Marquis might not be able to dodge it.

But just as the longsword was about to pierce the disciple’s brow, a pair of large, blood-red hands snatched it from the air. A violent gale of energy raged within Xue Shitian’s palms.

Staring at the jet-black longsword less than a finger’s width from his face, the Martial Artist broke out in a cold sweat that instantly drenched his clothes. He hadn’t seen the Sword Light’s trajectory at all. ’If it weren’t for Xue Shitian, I’d be a cold corpse right now!’

"Shen Haoran, do you think I’m just air? It seems I’ll have to clean house for the Celestial Spirit Sect today!" Xue Shitian’s expression sank. His blood-red hands clenched abruptly, shattering the black longsword. At the same time, the aura around him exploded, its formidable might soaring to the heavens.

"I’d be delighted!" Sensing Xue Shitian’s heaven-shaking power, Shen Haoran gave a cold laugh and took a sharp step forward. His own battle intent erupted, meeting Xue Shitian’s head-on.

Seeing the two men on the verge of exploding, everyone couldn’t help but retreat. The auras radiating from them sent a chill of fear through the hearts of the surrounding Martial Artists.

"Stop!" However, just as the two were about to strike, a Giant Sword descended from the sky, driving a wedge between Shen Haoran’s and Xue Shitian’s auras. A figure landed between them.

"Jian Wushuang, this has nothing to do with you. Step aside!" Xue Shitian’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the newcomer, his voice cold.

"Brother Xue, calm down. Why be so angry? These are special times. Our enemies should be the monsters hiding in the shadows, not our own people. Besides, the ruins of the Saint Emperor Sect haven’t even opened yet, and we have no idea what we’ll face. Brother Shen is a High Level combatant, so why fight until you’re both grievously injured? If you two have a grudge, please wait until after the ruins are open to settle it!" Jian Wushuang said with a smile as he turned to face Xue Shitian.

Hearing Jian Wushuang, Xue Shitian shot a cold glance at Shen Haoran before slowly retracting his aura. "Brother Jian is right," he said faintly. "Our goal is the inheritance of the Saint Emperor Sect. After that has been claimed, we can settle this score properly!"

"I’ll be waiting!" With Jian Wushuang’s intervention, Shen Haoran also reined in his aura. After this cold retort, he picked up Murong Wanqing, walked to the side, and began to treat her wounds.

With Jian Wushuang’s intervention, the fight between Xue Shitian and Shen Haoran didn’t happen. The surrounding Martial Artists were a bit disappointed; they had thought they were about to witness a spectacular battle!

Shen Haoran carried Murong Wanqing to a corner. Healing required a quiet environment, and he had no desire to get tangled up with the other Martial Artists.

After laying Murong Wanqing down, Shen Haoran carefully examined her again and let out a long sigh of relief. Her condition was still manageable. Although her meridians were congested, she was still within a treatable range. He then took out several Elixirs from his Storage Ring and had her consume them. He then manipulated his Fire Spirit Black Obsidian to clear all the blocked meridians, finally using his own pure Energy to nourish her nearly crippled body.

After some effort, Murong Wanqing’s injuries finally stabilized. With a period of recuperation, she should be able to make a full recovery.

*SIGH...* Shen Haoran stood up and gazed at the still, unconscious Murong Wanqing, letting out another long breath of relief.

"Brother Shen, could we have a word?" Just then, Jian Wushuang walked out of the cave and extended an invitation to Shen Haoran.

Hearing this, Shen Haoran nodded. He had a pretty good impression of Jian Wushuang. He gave a few instructions to Ling Feng and Xu Hao before following Jian Wushuang away.

"Brother Shen, you’re certainly full of youthful vigor, daring to go up against Xue Shitian like that!" Jian Wushuang said to Shen Haoran with a smile.

"He brought it on himself," Shen Haoran snorted coldly.

"It would still be wise for you to be careful, Brother Shen. There’s a reason Xue Shitian is known as the number one in the Northern Domain and that several of us are willing to submit to him. He naturally has a trump card up his sleeve. I advise you to avoid provoking him if you can," Jian Wushuang warned, seeing the coldness in Shen Haoran’s eyes.

"We’ve already crossed that line. Do you really think Xue Shitian will let this go, Brother Jian? Even if he wanted to, I wouldn’t agree. I will settle this score with him, down to the last detail!" Shen Haoran gave a slight laugh, a glint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

Seeing Shen Haoran’s expression, Jian Wushuang could only give a wry smile. ’It seems my advice was completely useless on him.’

"Let’s not talk about that. Brother Jian, what did you want to see me about?" Shen Haoran asked, changing the subject when he saw the helpless look on Jian Wushuang’s face.

"Oh, I came to take you to see the ruins of the Saint Emperor Sect. I assume you haven’t seen them yet. I wanted to see if you might have a good idea on how to open them!" Jian Wushuang said with a light laugh, then quickened his pace and led the way...

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