"Heh heh heh... Looks like we're late!" a raspy voice rang out. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard, making the disciples below shudder uncontrollably.
"Hmph. If you hadn't insisted on wasting time on that Minor Sect, Second Brother, we would've caught that kid by now!" another voice complained.
"Heh heh... As if you didn't have your share of slaughtering that Sect and devouring their Essence Blood. And you dare blame me!" the last person retorted. Incredibly, the three of them began to squabble in mid-air.
"Forgive my asking, Seniors, but for what purpose have you come?" a Fallen Valley disciple asked respectfully, looking up at the three squabbling figures. He could feel an aura from them that was even more powerful than Shen Haoran's. 'It would be perfect if I could get them to deal with Shen Haoran.'
"Heh heh... Survivors. It seems we get to feast today after all!" The Fallen Valley disciple's words drew the attention of the three figures. They stared down at the hundred or so surviving Martial Artists below, greedily licking their parched lips with scarlet tongues.
"Old rules, we split them evenly!" With that, one of the dark figures barely finished speaking before transforming into a black mist and plunging into the crowd of survivors. In an instant, screams of agony echoed one after another. Any Martial Artist enveloped by the black mist became a desiccated corpse in the blink of an eye.
Not to be outdone, the other two figures in the air dove down as well. Soon, the only survivor left was the disciple who had spoken earlier. He stood rooted to the spot, his legs trembling violently. Cold sweat dripped down his cheeks, his face as pale as a sheet of paper.
'Demons! They're Demons!' the disciple screamed inwardly. Compared to these three, the so-called Killing God, Shen Haoran, was hardly cruel at all. Shen Haoran at least needed a reason to kill, and his methods were swift. But these three... without a word, they had devoured every living thing, not even sparing the dogs. In a flash, he was the only living soul left in the entire Fallen Valley outpost.
After devouring the Essence Blood of all the other survivors, the three clouds of black mist closed in on the final disciple.
"Heh heh heh... Do you know why we spared you?" the chilling voice asked, making the hair on the disciple's arms stand on end.
"Was Shen Haoran here earlier? Where is he now?" the voice demanded.
Hearing the question, the disciple's expression brightened. 'I might be saved! Their target really is Shen Haoran.' Just as he was about to speak, another, impatient voice cut in. "I'm done with this, Big Brother. Why waste words on this kid? I'll find out myself!" The moment the voice faded, one of the black mists shot forward under the disciple's horrified gaze and drilled directly into his Sea of Consciousness. The disciple's eyes rolled back, white foam frothed at his lips, and his body collapsed to the ground, instantly devoid of life.
A moment later, that wisp of black mist emerged from the body and announced, "Celestial Gate City. Shen Haoran has gone to the Fallen Valley outpost in Celestial Gate City!"
"Hmph. That kid's got some nerve, going after the Celestial Gate City outpost," a cold voice sneered.
"The Celestial Gate City outpost is guarded by a Spirit Emperor Powerhouse. It won't be an easy win for him. We should move out. Let's go see for ourselves what this kid is made of!" The three of them snorted coldly, then transformed into three streaks of light and shot off in the direction of Celestial Gate City...
The journey took the three of them only a day. The next day, they arrived outside Celestial Gate City, but their faces instantly darkened when they saw black flames burning somewhere within the city.
"Damn it! That kid is fast. Don't tell me he got away again," one of them said in fury.
"He shouldn't be. I can still feel the aura of battle over there!" another said grimly. With that, he was the first to fly into Celestial Gate City, the other two close behind him.
At that moment, the Martial Artists within Celestial Gate City stared toward the Fallen Valley outpost, their faces etched with shock. They could hardly process what was happening. A day earlier, a young man had descended from the sky and made a beeline for Fallen Valley's outpost in the city. Half a day after that, a raging fire had erupted, accompanied by thunderous booms from within. The young man had actually stormed the Fallen Valley outpost all by himself. By now, everyone knew who he was: Shen Haoran, the very person whose name had been shaking the entire Northern Domain.
In the air above, Shen Haoran stood facing an old man covered in wounds. The elder was the one in charge of the Fallen Valley outpost in Celestial Gate City—a Tier One Spirit Emperor Level powerhouse!
But right now, this Tier One Spirit Emperor Level elder was staring in terror at the impassive Shen Haoran before him. 'This kid is just a Tier Nine Spirit Marquis! He used a Secret Technique to force his strength up to a Tier Five Spirit Aspect, and with that power alone, he's pushed me this far!'
"Today, you will die without a doubt!" Shen Haoran gave his Soul-devouring Sword a flourish, its tip aimed straight at the elder.
Feeling Shen Haoran's killing intent, the Spirit Emperor Tier elder couldn't help but swallow and take a step back. 'I'm no longer his match!'
"Hmph, such arrogance. I'd like to see who dares touch a single hair on a Fallen Valley disciple today!" But just as the elder was about to turn and flee, a cold shout echoed from the distance. A moment later, three dark figures appeared before him.
The instant the three figures appeared, the pupils of both Shen Haoran and the Spirit Emperor Tier elder contracted. The elder was a Spirit Emperor Powerhouse of Fallen Valley; he had heard the legends surrounding these three. 'I can't believe Valley Master Ouyang Feng sent even *them* just to capture Shen Haoran!'
Shen Haoran was shocked because he felt an intense sense of danger from the trio. 'The aura from each of them is no weaker than Ouyang Feng's at his peak. Faced with three such formidable opponents, I have absolutely no desire to fight—especially since they're from Fallen Valley!'
'Run!' The moment the three appeared, warnings from Elder Yan and Changmao screamed in Shen Haoran's mind. 'Facing these three dark figures, even the three of us combined are no match for them. The only thing that could possibly counter them is the Flame Sun Burst, formed by fusing two Heaven and Earth Spirits. But I still haven't fully recovered from the backlash of using it last time. I can't use it now.'
With this thought, Shen Haoran didn't hesitate for a second. The Vermilion Bird Wings on his back flared open. Instantly boosted by Elder Yan's powerful Spiritual Thought, he shot away, fleeing out of Celestial Gate City...
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