Chaos Heaven-Dominating Technique

Shen Haoran and Elder Yan watched the few Martial Artists they had just kicked out of the restaurant below, carefully observing their movements.

In a small alley beside the restaurant below, the weaselly-faced Martial Artist and his companions were gathered, their expressions dark.

"Brother Monkey, are we really just going to leave like this?" one of the Martial Artists asked indignantly. "What's so great about that Shen Haoran? How dare he be so arrogant!"

"Exactly! If we just walk away, how can we show our faces again? We were scared off by some brat with a single shout. It's humiliating just thinking about it!" another Martial Artist added.

"Hmph. Leave? Why would we just leave?" The weaselly-faced Martial Artist glanced toward the restaurant and whispered, "I only acted weak just now so I wouldn't spook the kid. You really think I'm afraid of him?"

"Hm? Second Brother, what do you mean?" The leader of the group asked, confused by the weaselly-faced Martial Artist's words.

"Hmph. Isn't he wanted by the Fallen Valley? Think about the reward they're offering—it's incredibly generous! If we leak his location to the Fallen Valley, we'll be set for life! We won't have to answer to anyone ever again. If I had attacked him back there, I was worried I'd scare him off. If he escaped, our reward would go up in smoke, wouldn't it?" the weaselly-faced Martial Artist said, justifying his earlier behavior.

Hearing the weaselly-faced Martial Artist, his companions' eyes lit up and they all nodded. Shen Haoran was indeed wanted by the Fallen Valley. If they reported this information, the reward would be enough to last them a lifetime. At this thought, a glint of greed appeared in their eyes.

"Brother Monkey, you're always thinking ahead!" one of the men praised.

"Second Brother, we really owe you for this one," the leader said, patting the weaselly-faced Martial Artist on the shoulder. "If you'd let that kid get away, we would've lost out on the reward!"

"Hehe, it's all thanks to your guidance, Boss," the weaselly-faced Martial Artist said with a fawning smile. "There's no time to lose. We need to find the people from Fallen Valley right away. If we let that kid escape, we'll get nothing!"

Hearing this, the men all nodded and promptly headed out of town.

At that moment, Shen Haoran, watching from above, saw the weaselly-faced Martial Artist and his companions leave. A cold smile touched his lips as he muttered to himself, "Heh, the show's about to begin. Fallen Valley… you'd better not disappoint me." With that, his figure trembled slightly and slowly vanished on the spot…

After the weaselly-faced Martial Artist spread the news of Shen Haoran's appearance, word quickly reached the Fallen Valley. Inside the Sect's main hall, Ouyang Feng sat upon his throne, gazing indifferently at the disciple reporting from below. His injuries had long since healed, and his aura was immensely powerful. It seemed he had fully recovered from the wounds inflicted by Shen Haoran's Flame Sun Burst.

"You're saying you have news of Shen Haoran?" Ouyang Feng's tightly shut eyes slowly opened, a cold light flashing within them.

"Yes. According to a report from our outpost in Qingfeng Town, Shen Haoran appeared there. It seems he's still in the area and hasn't left," the disciple below reported respectfully.

At the disciple's words, Ouyang Feng's aura instantly grew chaotic as wisps of black energy erupted from his body. The usually calm Ouyang Feng found himself unable to suppress his rage at the mere mention of Shen Haoran's name. But it was no wonder. After all, Shen Haoran had slaughtered four of his Sect's Elders right in front of him and escaped unharmed. The news had spread like wildfire throughout the entire Northern Domain, and his reputation as the Valley Master of Fallen Valley was in tatters.

After a long moment, Ouyang Feng collected himself and immediately barked his orders. "Notify our disciples in Qingfeng Town to keep a tight watch on Shen Haoran! In addition, mobilize all disciples at Tier Five Spirit Marquis and above. They will be led by Spirit Aspect Stage Elders in groups of ten. Search the surroundings of Qingfeng Town. You must find Shen Haoran for me!"

"Yes!" The disciple acknowledged the order and quickly retreated from the great hall. Moments later, the entire Fallen Valley stirred into action. One after another, Griffins took flight from within the valley, heading in the direction of Qingfeng Town.

After the disciple left the great hall, Ouyang Feng's brow remained furrowed, his expression filled with conflict. After a long while, a look of grim determination surfaced in his eyes. He stood up, retrieved a token from his Storage Ring, bit his finger open, and let his blood drip onto it.

As the scarlet blood dripped onto the pitch-black Token, it was swiftly absorbed. A moment later, the Token began to tremble. Countless streams of black qi erupted from it, filling the entire hall in the blink of an eye. The maids and guards standing in the hall began to convulse upon contact with the black qi, and in an instant, they shriveled into desiccated corpses!

"KYEHEHEHE..."

A moment later, a few sinister voices echoed through the hall. Hearing them, goosebumps rose on Ouyang Feng's skin, and his frown deepened.

"Ouyang Feng, why have you summoned us?" After the laughter died down, three spectral figures slowly coalesced before him. The figures were completely shrouded in black mist, their features impossible to discern, but the auras they emanated were in no way weaker than Ouyang Feng's.

"Valley Masters, I have a favor to ask!" Ouyang Feng said, cupping his fist respectfully toward the three apparitions. These three spectral figures were all former Valley Masters of the Fallen Valley. After their deaths, they had sealed their Residual Thoughts within the Token, making it one of the Fallen Valley's greatest trump cards.

"KYEHEHEHE... Ouyang Feng, you know the price of our assistance, do you not?" one of the three dark figures cackled after he finished speaking.

At this, Ouyang Feng's expression turned grim. 'To call upon these three required the Essence Blood of a thousand disciples each time.' They were the saviors of the Fallen Valley, but they were also its Demons.

"Of course, I know," Ouyang Feng declared. "So long as you three Valley Masters accomplish this task for me, I will give you double the Essence Blood!" He couldn't care less about the cost right now. As long as he could kill Shen Haoran, any price was worth paying!

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