Chapter 430: Chapter 428: Attendant
"Hm? Elder Feng, is this disciple also here for the trip to the Secret Realm?" The battle intent unintentionally emanating from Shen Haoran caught the attention of the Wind Sword Sect’s Grand Elder, who asked with some confusion.
At the Wind Sword Sect’s Grand Elder’s words, everyone turned to look. Upon seeing Shen Haoran, they were all stunned for a moment, their expressions turning peculiar.
"A Tier Five Spirit Marquis? Elder Feng, has your Celestial Spirit Sect run out of people? You dare to bring out this piece of trash?" Ghost Gui of Fallen Valley said with contempt, sensing Shen Haoran’s aura.
Hearing this, everyone looked at Shen Haoran with contempt. Every disciple on the Altar Square who had come for the Secret Realm was a genius from the Northern Domain. Who among them was below a Tier Seven Spirit Marquis? Even the very weakest was a peak Tier Seven Spirit Marquis. Shen Haoran, a mere Tier Five Spirit Marquis, stood out like a sore thumb. Since he was standing with the Celestial Spirit Sect, everyone had assumed his strength would at least be enough to make the Hidden Dragon List. It was only after the Wind Sword Sect’s Grand Elder pointed it out that they realized his true level.
"No way. He must be an attendant the Celestial Spirit Sect brought along to serve them tea!"
"I think so too. Still, for a Tier Five Spirit Marquis to have survived all the way here from the outskirts of the Desert Land... I wonder if he did it on his own, or if Elder Feng carried him through?"
"Haha, you think he’s strong enough to have made it on his own? I bet he offended someone important in the Celestial Spirit Sect and was sent here to die!"
On the Altar Square, waves of derisive laughter echoed continuously. In their eyes, Shen Haoran was a disciple abandoned by his Sect, so they paid no mind to the expression on the Celestial Spirit Sect’s Elder’s face.
Meanwhile, when the members of the Celestial Spirit Sect heard the surrounding mockery, they shot peculiar glances at the disciples from the other factions who were making snide remarks. Then, they looked at Shen Haoran’s narrowed eyes and secretly gloated. ’Looks like we’re in for a good show.’
"You people..." Standing beside Shen Haoran, Murong Wanqing couldn’t stand hearing them talk about him like that. Fury flashed across her face, but before she could speak, Shen Haoran stopped her.
"I’ll handle this." Shen Haoran patted Murong Wanqing’s shoulder with a smile, his voice soft. But the chill within it made even the nearby Celestial Spirit Sect disciples glance over in surprise.
Seeing Shen Haoran like this, Murong Wanqing knew he was truly furious. She nodded and stepped back behind him.
After Murong Wanqing moved back, Shen Haoran slowly stepped forward. He walked up to Ghost Gui of Fallen Valley and said with an air of great humility, "Did Ghost Gui say I was trash?"
"Hmph. And you’re not? Every disciple here is a peerless talent, a future star of their Sect. Is any one of them below a Tier Eight Spirit Marquis? You, a Tier Five Spirit Marquis, are nothing but cannon fodder. If that’s not trash, what is?" Ghost Gui shot Shen Haoran a dismissive glance and sneered.
"Oh, is that so?" The smile on Shen Haoran’s face vanished instantly, replaced by an incredibly domineering aura that erupted from him. He said coldly, "Elder Ghost, believe it or not, I, this ’cannon fodder,’ this ’trash’ as you call me, will cripple every single one of your Fallen Valley disciples."
The moment Shen Haoran finished speaking, the Martial Artists on the square were stunned. A moment later, they erupted into roaring laughter.
"Did I hear that right? An abandoned disciple, a Tier Five Spirit Marquis piece of trash, dares to challenge the genius disciples of Fallen Valley? I’m dying of laughter!"
"That’s the funniest joke I’ve heard all year. The Celestial Spirit Sect is a Major Sect, isn’t it? How could they produce such a disciple? The shamelessness is off the charts!"
At this, Ghost Gui’s expression turned icy. He said coldly, "Are you saying our Fallen Valley disciples are inferior to you?"
Hearing this, Shen Haoran let out a soft laugh and shook his head. "No, no, no. I’m not saying the disciples of Fallen Valley are trash." Here, his aura shifted, and his gaze turned razor-sharp. He pointed a finger at every faction on the Altar Square and declared with immense arrogance, "What I’m saying is... every single one of you here is trash. All of you are garbage!"
A ROAR...
Shen Haoran’s words were like a stone dropped into a still lake, sending ripples of shock through the crowd. The faces of the Martial Artists on the Altar Square instantly darkened, their mocking laughter twisting into pure rage.
"What did you say, kid? Who are you calling garbage? Who are you calling trash?"
"A piece of trash like you has the nerve to talk? You really don’t know your place!"
"I think you’re courting death! You want me to come up there and teach you a lesson right now?"
On the Altar Square, apart from a few factions that remained silent, the vast majority of Martial Artists were pointing at Shen Haoran and cursing him, looking as if they wanted to tear him limb from limb.
"What’s wrong? Don’t like me? Then come and fight me if you have the guts!" Shen Haoran taunted again, seeing their furious expressions.
Hearing this taunt, the Martial Artists on the Altar Square completely erupted. A disciple from one of the factions stepped forward, cupped his fists toward the Elder behind him, and said, "Elder, allow me to teach this ignorant brat a lesson!"
"Fine. Don’t worry about the consequences. Teach that kid a harsh lesson and show them the might of our Qi Refining Sect! Let’s see who the real trash is!" the Elder from the Qi Refining Sect said viciously.
"Yes, sir!" The burly disciple gave a cruel smile, then leaped into the air and landed in front of Shen Haoran, a violent aura bursting from his body.
"Kid, have you ever heard the saying ’disaster comes from an unguarded mouth’? Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. I’m just going to teach you a lesson so you understand just how vast the gap is between a genius and a piece of trash!"
"Heh heh, Xu Hao from the Qi Refining Sect is making a move. That kid is toast!"
"I heard the Qi Refining Sect has the foundation to become a second-rate power. And this Xu Hao is a once-in-a-century genius for them. Even though he’s not on the Hidden Dragon List, his strength has reached Tier Nine Spirit Marquis. Dealing with a Tier Five Spirit Marquis brat will be a piece of cake for him!"
"Tch. He should just cripple that arrogant brat. How dare he call me trash and garbage? He’s asking to die!"
Seeing Xu Hao step up to punish Shen Haoran, the surrounding disciples all sneered.
"Haha, kid, time to die!" Hearing the comments from the genius disciples below, Xu Hao let out a wild laugh as his aura exploded to its fullest. As it did, his muscles bulged and veins popped all over his body, creating an incredibly imposing sight. The next moment, he vanished, hurtling toward Shen Haoran...
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