Chaos Heaven-Dominating Technique

Yingchou Creek was one of the most treacherous terrains in the Northern Domain. Even eagles soaring through the sky would grow worried and detour around it, hence its name. The creek was perpetually shrouded in the Earth Demon Gang Wind. A cold, sinister aura enveloped the ravine, and sunlight could never penetrate it, leaving it perpetually shrouded in an eerie, unsettling shadow. For this reason, most people avoided the place. Yet, this despised Yingchou Creek was also the location of the Fallen Valley Sect.

After several days of arduous travel, Shen Haoran finally arrived at Yingchou Creek from Cyan Mountain City. The Vermilion Bird Wings on his back flapped gently as Shen Haoran hovered high above the creek. Feeling the gusts of Gang Wind blowing up from below, his eyes narrowed. Two tangible flames blazed within them, piercing through the darkness to stare directly at the Fallen Valley deep within the ravine.

’Fallen Valley, I’m here! Are you ready for my grand gift?’ A cold smirk touched Shen Haoran’s lips. His body then plummeted downward, melting directly into the pitch-black shadows.

After landing, Shen Haoran sped toward the gates of Fallen Valley. This time, he was going to give Fallen Valley an unprecedented gift. He would let them know that he, Shen Haoran, was not to be trifled with.

Moving at top speed, Shen Haoran soon arrived before a mountain gate. Gazing at the two words "Fallen Valley" carved above it, his lips curled into a sinister smile.

"Who goes there? This is Fallen Valley’s territory! No one may enter without permission, or you will be killed without mercy!" Shen Haoran walked slowly toward the gate, but as he drew near, two disciples in Fallen Valley attire rushed out from within and blocked his path.

Looking at the two Fallen Valley disciples before him, Shen Haoran gave a sinister smile and said calmly, "I’m here to deliver a gift!"

"A gift?" Hearing Shen Haoran’s words, the two disciples paused. Then, a flash of greed appeared in their eyes. They exchanged a glance, both seeming to understand the other’s intent.

"Kid, we have rules here at Fallen Valley. No one who isn’t a disciple can enter without the Valley Master’s permission. So, just give the gift to us, and we’ll deliver it for you!" one of the gatekeepers said, extending his hand toward Shen Haoran. His eyes were filled with avarice. In his mind, a young man like Shen Haoran, bearing gifts, was probably trying to find a master and join Fallen Valley. It wasn’t the first or second time they had seen someone like him.

Shen Haoran kept his aura concealed, so the two gatekeepers had no idea of his true strength. They assumed he was just an ordinary Martial Artist trying to use a backdoor to join Fallen Valley. Since their sect didn’t just accept anyone, the two decided to swindle him out of his gift and then chase him away. It wasn’t the first time they had done something like this. After all, this was Fallen Valley’s headquarters. Who would dare cause a scene here?

"You... really want it?" The looks and subtle gestures of the two Fallen Valley disciples didn’t escape Shen Haoran’s notice. He gave them a strange smile and asked lightly.

"Cut the crap. If you want to get into Fallen Valley, hand over the gift," the two disciples said, growing impatient. "Then wait here while we go announce you!"

At their words, Shen Haoran shrugged and placed his hand on his Storage Ring. "Fine," he said with an air of resignation. "Since you insist, you can have it first. After all, I’ve prepared one for everyone in Fallen Valley. It’s quite the grand gift!"

’One for everyone?’ Hearing Shen Haoran’s words, the two disciples’ eyes lit up. ’Looks like we’ve hit the jackpot this time. This gift definitely won’t be anything ordinary!’ At this thought, they both stared expectantly at the Storage Ring on Shen Haoran’s hand.

Seeing the anticipation on the Fallen Valley disciples’ faces, Shen Haoran’s lips curled up slightly. The next moment, a jet-black Sword Light flared to life, streaking across both of their necks in an instant. Blood sprayed forth as two heads were sent flying into the air.

The sudden attack happened so fast the two disciples had no time to react. They only felt a flash at their necks before they saw their own bodies separate from their heads. As their heads flew through the air, they saw the sinister smile on Shen Haoran’s lips, and their pupils contracted. A single thought raced through their fading minds: ’Didn’t this kid come to offer a gift and bribe his way in? Why would he suddenly attack us, and right in front of Fallen Valley’s headquarters!’

However, they could only feel their consciousness rapidly fading. Their countless questions would have to be taken to the afterlife to be answered.

THUD...

The two headless corpses in front of him collapsed. Shen Haoran flicked his Soul-devouring Sword, slinging the crimson blood from its blade. He glanced dispassionately at the two bodies and murmured, "The debt collection starts with the two of you." Then, dragging his blood-soaked Soul-devouring Sword, Shen Haoran walked through the gates into Fallen Valley. A silent slaughter had begun...

Meanwhile, inside the main hall deep within Fallen Valley, a disheveled Fifth Elder was prostrated on the ground, trembling so violently he didn’t dare to breathe. The other four Elders around him also kept their heads bowed low, not daring to look directly at Ouyang Feng on the throne above.

TAP... TAP... TAP... Ouyang Feng’s fingers drummed lightly on the table. His gaze was fixed on the five men below him, and the atmosphere was incredibly heavy. As the five Elders of Fallen Valley listened to the sound, they couldn’t stop the cold sweat from beading on their foreheads.

"You’ve all done very well!" After a long moment, Ouyang Feng finally spoke, his hoarse voice laced with endless coldness.

"One Spirit Emperor, three Spirit Aspects, and over twenty Elite Disciples at the Spirit Marquis Tier... and you couldn’t even deal with a second-rate family from some backwater town? What’s the use of me keeping a bunch of failures like you?!" Ouyang Feng said with a cold expression, the rage in his heart burning uncontrollably. It was just a matter of eliminating the Shen Family, yet it had cost him so many elites. How could he not be furious?

"Valley Master, please calm your anger! It was because Shen Haoran suddenly arrived. His strength far exceeded our expectations, which is why..." The Fifth Elder heard the icy killing intent in Ouyang Feng’s voice and immediately begged for mercy. But before he could finish, a scarlet light flashed in the eyes of Ouyang Feng on his throne. The Fifth Elder’s body began to swell rapidly, and then, before the horrified eyes of the other four Elders, he exploded. A spray of blood and gore splattered across the floor, dyeing the great hall red. A Spirit Emperor Powerhouse, dead just like that!

"Hmph. I have no need for failures who only make excuses. All I know is that you failed, and failure requires punishment. This is the consequence!" Ouyang Feng stared coldly at the bloody floor, his face devoid of any expression...

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