Chaos Heaven-Dominating Technique

Chapter 393: Chapter 392: Battling Elder Xue

"What? Weren’t you just clamoring to cut out my tongue and take my life? Why has everyone turned into a coward now?" Shen Haoran taunted the Martial Artists who dared not advance, his voice dripping with contempt.

The surrounding disciples of Fallen Valley saw Shen Haoran’s arrogant expression, and their faces turned livid with rage as they ground their teeth. But based on what had just happened, Shen Haoran had crippled Wang Jun with a single blow. ’This kid’s power can’t be as pathetic as the rumors say.’

"Hmph, it seems you do have some skill. But no matter how much you struggle today, death is your only way out!" Elder Xue said coldly, casting an indifferent glance at Shen Haoran.

"All of you, attack together. Take him down for me," Elder Xue then ordered the disciples. "I want him to become the fertilizer that extends my life!"

"Yes, Elder!" At his command, the disciples cracked their knuckles, eager to teach Shen Haoran a lesson. ’One person might not be able to beat him, but can he really take on more than a dozen of us by himself?’ they thought. Besides, all of them were above the Tier Six Spirit Marquis level. ’Wouldn’t dealing with a single Shen Haoran be as easy as turning over one’s hand?’

Seeing the disciples preparing to attack as one, Shen Haoran just smiled faintly and said nonchalantly, "All at once? You should have just done that from the start. Would’ve saved us all the trouble."

"Hmph, still talking tough when you’re about to die! Brothers, get him! Kill him and make him fertilizer for Elder Xue!" one disciple bellowed. He then blurred into an afterimage and shot toward Shen Haoran. Behind him, the other disciples charged forward, roaring as they came.

Gazing at the menacing, ferocious disciples of Fallen Valley, Shen Haoran snorted and took a sharp step forward. A formidable aura erupted from his body. The fierce gale it generated whipped through the surrounding woods, making the trees and grass sway violently and his robes flap wildly in the wind.

"You think you can kill me? You’re not worthy! Scram!" Shen Haoran roared, raising his right fist. Veins bulged on his arm as he threw a punch at the charging disciples.

"ROAR!"

As Shen Haoran threw his punch, the faint roar of a great beast echoed out. In the blink of an eye, the ferocious force of his fist coalesced into a gigantic Primordial Chaos beast. It charged toward the disciples, unstoppably crushing everything in its path.

The Fallen Valley disciples, who had been so imposing just a moment ago, turned pale at the sight of Shen Haoran’s attack. Their auras instantly collapsed, their eyes filling with terror. ’It’s too strong! There’s no way we can block a punch like this! Is this really the same Shen Haoran everyone called a piece of trash? How can a good-for-nothing have this much combat power?’

"BOOM..."

While they were still reeling in shock, the Primordial Chaos beast born from the punch slammed violently into them. The defenses erected by the Fallen Valley disciples were as fragile as paper, shattering on impact. They were sent flying, leaving a trail of blood in their wake.

The disparity was simply too vast. Shen Haoran had spent a full month absorbing immense Energy in the depths of the Divine Martial Blood Pool. That Energy had tempered his bones, muscles, meridians—every single cell in his body—triggering a complete qualitative transformation. Moreover, he possessed the Chaos Divine Body. Not only was his physique immensely powerful, but the purity of his internal Spiritual Power also far surpassed that of those disciples. Against his true combat strength, even a dozen of them combined were nothing more than a disorganized mob.

Shen Haoran withdrew his fist and shot a disdainful glance at the Fallen Valley disciples he had felled in an instant. With his current power, he was practically invincible within the Spirit Marquis Tier. Only top prodigies like Jian Wushuang and Xue Shitian might stand a chance against him. For these ordinary disciples of Fallen Valley to even think of challenging him was nothing short of a ridiculous fantasy.

On the sidelines, watching his disciples be routed in an instant, Elder Xue’s face grew grim. "Hmph," he said coldly. "A bunch of utter trash. You can’t even take down a single measly Spirit Marquis. You’ve completely disgraced Fallen Valley!"

With that, Elder Xue slammed the Skull-headed Staff in his hand onto the ground. A faint green mist drifted out and enveloped the fallen disciples. Wherever the mist passed, even the flowers and grass instantly withered.

The green mist settled upon the disciples’ bodies. A moment later, just like the disciple from before, their life force vanished. In the blink of an eye, they were reduced to more than a dozen skeletons.

A chill ran down Shen Haoran’s spine as he watched. ’This old man... he’s too heartless, even to his own disciples!’

"Hmph. If you disgrace Fallen Valley, you are unworthy of being its disciples," Elder Xue said nonchalantly. He then inhaled the green mist, and his face seemed to grow a fraction younger.

"Tch. Old bastard, is everyone in Fallen Valley an animal like you?" Shen Haoran said, looking at Elder Xue with utter disgust.

Hearing Shen Haoran call him an animal, Elder Xue’s expression darkened for a moment before returning to normal. He pointed his Skull-headed Staff at Shen Haoran and said calmly, "Go on, keep talking. You won’t be alive for much longer. You’re my next meal." After speaking, a cruel smile spread across his face.

"Oh? Then come and try me!" Shen Haoran grinned, sinking into a combat stance. ’This Elder Xue is a Spirit Aspect Powerhouse; his strength is on a completely different level from that last group. Perfect. I can use this old man to test my own Cultivation after my breakthrough.’

Seeing Shen Haoran assume a combat stance, Elder Xue snorted. He leveled his staff, and in an instant, his body vanished as he shot toward Shen Haoran.

In response, Shen Haoran’s legs exploded with power, launching him forward like a cannonball. He threw a punch, intercepting Elder Xue in mid-air. As fist met staff, a visible shockwave radiated outward, tearing up the turf in all directions.

Feeling the terrifying force transmitted from Shen Haoran’s fist, Elder Xue’s face fell. ’This kid is only a Tier Five Spirit Marquis, yet his explosive power is enough to block my attack? And his physical strength... it’s actually even a little stronger than mine!’

"Hmph, so you do have a trick or two," Elder Xue snorted. He still didn’t see Shen Haoran as a real threat. ’In the end, a Spirit Marquis is just a Spirit Marquis. He can’t possibly compare to a powerhouse of the Spirit Aspect Tier!’

Elder Xue then swung his staff horizontally, bringing it smashing down toward Shen Haoran’s head at incredible speed. A sharp wind carrying a whining sonic boom reached Shen Haoran in an instant. If that blow landed, his head would likely burst open like a watermelon.