Chaos Heaven-Dominating Technique

Feeling the icy killing intent radiating from Ouyang Feng, the other four Elders cowered on the ground, trembling uncontrollably. The pressure he exuded was simply immense. They didn’t dare to even breathe, terrified of angering him and suffering the same fate as the Fifth Elder.

BOOM—

Just as the atmosphere in the main hall grew oppressively heavy, a tremendous roar echoed from outside, startling Ouyang Feng and the four Elders. Ouyang Feng was already seething with rage, and this sudden disturbance made him snap. He slammed his fist on the table and shot to his feet, his expression grim. "What in the world is going on out there?" he demanded.

Hearing Ouyang Feng’s demand, one of the Elders scrambled outside to investigate. He returned a moment later, his expression unnatural. "Valley Master, this is bad! Someone is fighting their way up the mountain! And that person... I think it’s Shen Haoran!"

"What? Shen Haoran?" Hearing the Elder’s report, everyone was stunned. Their expressions immediately darkened. "How many men did he bring?"

"It seems... he’s alone!" the Elder replied.

"Hmph. The sheer nerve of that dog. He dares to cause trouble in my Fallen Valley all by himself? He’s courting death! I’ll give the four of you a chance. Capture Shen Haoran alive and bring him to me. I’d like to see for myself what tricks this brat has up his sleeve!" Hearing that Shen Haoran was alone, Ouyang Feng snorted coldly. The Fallen Valley was one of the four great powers of the Northern Domain, yet he was being slighted by a mere boy at the Spirit Marquis Tier. If word of this got out, how could he, the Valley Master, possibly face the other experts of the Northern Domain?

"Yes!" Hearing Ouyang Feng’s command, the four Elders acknowledged it in unison and headed out of the main hall.

When they reached the exterior of the main hall, they could hear a commotion coming from the base of the mountain. Bursts of chaotic Spiritual Power and searing flames erupted intermittently. Countless Fallen Valley disciples were surging down the mountain, trying to halt Shen Haoran’s advance.

In the midst of the crowd, Shen Haoran was wreathed in an eerie, black-and-yellow flame. The Soul-devouring Sword in his hand shimmered with a cold Sword Aura, and a pair of massive Vermilion Bird Wings spread from his back. His aura had skyrocketed to the Spirit Aspect Tier, reaching the level of a Tier Five Spirit Aspect. He looked like a Demon God that had clawed its way out of Hell.

The moment he stepped through the Fallen Valley’s gates, Shen Haoran had activated Heaven-Dominating Tribulation. Using two Heaven and Earth Spirits—Fire Spirit Black Obsidian and Earth Spirit Profound Nether—as catalysts, the technique had nearly doubled his strength. Since he had come to the Fallen Valley to cause trouble, he had no intention of holding back. He unleashed his full power from the very beginning. The ordinary disciples of the Fallen Valley were powerless to stop his advance, becoming mere spirits reaped by his Soul-devouring Sword. Even the weaker Outer Elders couldn’t withstand more than a few of his attacks.

At this moment, Shen Haoran was like a veritable Killing God, cutting down anyone who dared stand in his way. He had lost count of how many Fallen Valley disciples he had slain on his path up the mountain. The ground from the gate to his current position was soaked crimson with blood. His once jet-black Soul-devouring Sword now glowed a deep, dark red, emanating a savage, bloodthirsty aura.

Gazing upon Shen Haoran, who looked for all the world like a Killing God, the surrounding Fallen Valley disciples trembled. Not one of them dared to step forward and try to stop him.

Shen Haoran spared the terrified disciples an indifferent glance, making no move against them. Instead, he bellowed toward the depths of the Fallen Valley, "Old Dog Ouyang! Ghost Old Dog! If you don’t want to see every last one of your disciples die, then get your asses out here! Otherwise, I’ll slaughter them all!"

The physical force of the sound wave washed over the Fallen Valley, scattering the ominous, swirling gales. The disciples could only clutch their ears as they rang violently.

"Hmph, what an arrogant brat! Let’s go see what he’s made of." Hearing Shen Haoran’s insolent tone, the faces of the four Elders, led by Ghost Gui, darkened. They had just been on the receiving end of Ouyang Feng’s anger and were itching for a way to vent. Shen Haoran’s arrival was the perfect opportunity to let off some steam.

Ghost Gui and the other three flickered out of sight, reappearing a moment later in the air above Shen Haoran. They stared down at him, their eyes cold and menacing.

"Oh? Decided to stop hiding? I was starting to think you were all just cowards," Shen Haoran said with a dismissive sneer, his eyes narrowing as Ghost Gui and the others appeared.

"Hmph. You wretched brat. We spared you once, and instead of running, you have the gall to show your face in the Fallen Valley? You’re digging your own grave! Today, we’ll take your head as an offering to our Fifth Brother!" Ghost Gui snarled, glaring at Shen Haoran’s disdainful expression.

"With just the four of you?" Shen Haoran asked coldly, glancing at them. ’It’s true that all four of them are Spirit Emperor Level powerhouses, and Ghost Gui even reached Spirit Emperor Peak,’ he thought. ’But Elder Yan already severed both of Ghost Gui’s arms. His strength has plummeted, leaving him at the level of a Tier Three or Four Spirit Emperor. As for the other three, they’re about the same.’

Perhaps in the past, Shen Haoran would have considered a Spirit Emperor Powerhouse to be an unattainable foe. But now, Elder Yan had reawakened with his power greatly enhanced. With Elder Yan’s help, these four might not pose a threat at all. Otherwise, he never would have dared to storm the Fallen Valley alone.

"Changmao, out!" Besides Elder Yan, Shen Haoran had another major trump card: the Beast Soul of a Taotie Fierce Beast. Because of its contract with him, Changmao’s power had surged alongside his, and it now possessed the strength of a Spirit Aspect Peak.

The moment Shen Haoran spoke, a pitch-black figure shot out from his body and swelled to a colossal size. A heaven-shaking roar suddenly erupted, and a moment later, a massive Fierce Beast materialized before the people of Fallen Valley. An aura from the Primordial Chaos exploded outward, so oppressive that it left everyone present gasping for breath.

Even after summoning Changmao, Shen Haoran wasn’t finished. He took an exquisite Small Jade Bottle from his Storage Ring. Inside was a perfectly round elixir, wreathed in a faint, cloud-like mist. This was the Seventh Grade Elixir that had been Refined into a Pill Cloud, the very one Shen Haoran had obtained in the Five Elements Sect’s Secret Realm!

Upon seeing the elixir, a glint of avarice flashed in the eyes of Ghost Gui and his companions. An elixir that had formed a Pill Cloud was practically an Immortal Pill! ’Something like that could help me achieve a breakthrough!’ they all thought.

Shen Haoran saw the greed on their faces. Without a hint of hesitation, he opened the Jade Bottle and tossed the elixir straight into Changmao’s mouth. ’He knew that even with Changmao’s current strength, plus himself and Elder Yan, they still might not be a match for the four Spirit Emperor Powerhouses. That was why he didn’t hesitate for a second to feed the Seventh Grade Elixir, the one Refined into a Pill Cloud, to Changmao!’

Shen Haoran casually tossed the empty Jade Bottle aside and said coolly, "Eat it. Your mission today is to kill two of those four. If you fail, I’ll use you for alchemy."

Hearing Shen Haoran’s command, Changmao nodded and swallowed the elixir. In the next instant, a violent torrent of Spiritual Power rampaged through the Fallen Valley. A heaven-shattering roar echoed out, its terrifying shockwave rocketing toward the sky...

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