"Tch, you? Shen Haoran? If you're Shen Haoran, then I'm Ouyang Feng! Don't try to act tough in front of me—anyone can do that. I'll give you one chance. Apologize to us, then get out of this restaurant, and we'll let you live. Otherwise, you're going to be in for a world of hurt!" the weasel-faced Martial Artist said arrogantly.
Hearing the weasel-faced Martial Artist's words, the black-robed man gently set his wine cup on the table. He slowly turned, the corner of his mouth, visible from beneath his hood, curling upward into a wicked smile.
"You say you're Ouyang Feng. In that case, are you aware that the feud between me and Ouyang Feng is one that can only end when one of us is dead?" the black-robed man said lightly, his voice filled with a chilling, murderous intent.
Feeling the murderous intent in the black-robed man's voice, a chill ran down the weasel-faced Martial Artist's spine, and he instinctively shrank back. He glared at the man before him with annoyance. "Listen, kid, do you really think you're Shen Haoran? That spineless turtle wouldn't dare show his face right now. Stop posturing and get lost!"
"A spineless turtle? When did I become a spineless turtle? Since none of you believe me, I guess I'll just have to do this!" The black-robed man chuckled lightly and slowly raised his head. A refined face was revealed to the crowd—it was Shen Haoran himself!
The moment Shen Haoran raised his head, a terrifying pressure from his Spiritual Thought erupted within the restaurant. It instantly enveloped the weasel-faced Martial Artist, weighing down on him like a great mountain.
THUD...
Shen Haoran's Spiritual Thought was on the level of a Sixth Grade Alchemist. The weasel-faced Martial Artist couldn't withstand it at all and was forced directly to his knees. His face instantly flushed red, and he found it difficult to even breathe.
"Shen Haoran! It really is you!" the other Martial Artists in the restaurant exclaimed in shock, seeing the weasel-faced man forced to his knees, unable to move a muscle, under nothing but the pressure of Shen Haoran's aura. As for the weasel-faced Martial Artist himself, his clothes were already soaked with cold sweat. The terrifying pressure on his shoulders crushed any thought of resistance. 'Just his aura is this unbearable… what would happen if he actually attacked? I probably wouldn't last a single blow against him!'
At that moment, it wasn't just the weasel-faced Martial Artist; his companions also stared at Shen Haoran in utter disbelief. They had always dismissed the rumors about Shen Haoran in the Northern Domain. A Tier Eight Spirit Marquis killing a Spirit Emperor Level expert? 'That's just a fairy tale, nothing more than exaggerated gossip.' But now, feeling the aura radiating from Shen Haoran, they knew. The rumors were all true. This Shen Haoran was not someone they could afford to provoke.
Shen Haoran's lips curled into a cold smile as he watched the weasel-faced Martial Artist trembling on the ground before him. Ever since escaping from Fallen Valley, he had been recuperating deep in the mountains. With the help of Elder Yan, an Alchemist of unknown Level, and the terrifying regenerative power of his Chaos Divine Body, Shen Haoran's grievous injuries had mostly healed within half a month. Now, he had decided to come out and gather some information.
Given how fast news traveled, Shen Haoran had learned about the current situation almost as soon as he emerged from the mountains. Fallen Valley was searching for him high and low, which didn't surprise him. However, just as he was about to leave, he overheard these men bad-mouthing him behind his back, and he couldn't resist teaching them a lesson.
"First Master Shen, this lowly one was blind and failed to recognize your greatness! Please spare me! I'll never dare to do it again!" The weasel-faced Martial Artist was quick to change his tune, immediately begging for mercy.
"Didn't you say you were Ouyang Feng? How can you be so spineless? Why don't we have a fight and settle our feud?" Shen Haoran said mockingly, looking at the pleading Martial Artist.
"Brother Shen! First Master Shen! I was just talking big! How could I possibly be Ouyang Feng? Ouyang Feng is powerful, and he's the Valley Master of Fallen Valley! How could I compare to an esteemed figure like him!" the weasel-faced Martial Artist said sheepishly. Before he could finish, he realized that the Shen Haoran in front of him had a deep-seated hatred for Ouyang Feng. He immediately changed his tune. "How could a villain like Ouyang Feng ever be worthy of my notice? Who in their right mind would want to be an Elder or Valley Master of Fallen Valley? A place like that is bound to be destroyed by First Master Shen sooner or later!"
A glint flashed in Shen Haoran's eyes as he looked at the fawning Martial Artist. An idea formed in his mind, and he immediately withdrew the pressure of his Spiritual Thought that had been enveloping the weasel-faced man.
When the heavy pressure vanished, the weasel-faced Martial Artist suddenly felt his body lighten, and he collapsed onto the ground. He quickly scrambled back up and kowtowed to Shen Haoran. "Thank you for sparing my life, First Master Shen! Thank you for sparing my life!"
"Scram. Don't let me see you again," Shen Haoran said coldly.
Hearing this, the weasel-faced Martial Artist felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He scrambled up from the floor and fled the restaurant with his companions at a speed that left the other Martial Artists inside sighing in amazement.
When the people in the restaurant came to their senses and looked toward Shen Haoran again, they found that he had already vanished, having long since left the establishment.
Meanwhile, high in the sky above the restaurant, Shen Haoran's Vermilion Bird Wings were unfurled as he floated gently in the air. Beside him stood the quiet, ethereal form of Elder Yan.
"Kid, you just let those men go? Knowing their character, they'll probably report your location to Fallen Valley," Elder Yan said softly.
Hearing this, a smile touched Shen Haoran's lips. He replied faintly, "I hope they do tell Fallen Valley. Confronting them head-on would still be difficult, but if we're talking about guerilla warfare, I'll kill as many as they send!"
Elder Yan looked at Shen Haoran's confident face, chuckled, and shook his head with a resigned smile. 'Fallen Valley wants to capture Shen Haoran? They're in for a rude awakening. As long as he isn't at their main base, Shen Haoran has nothing to fear from them. The inescapable net they've cast is no threat to him at all. The moment Shen Haoran starts fighting a guerilla war, the roles of hunter and prey are destined to be reversed...'
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