Chapter 452: Chapter 450: What I’ve Set My Sights On, That’s Mine
"Is some kind of treasure appearing? Why are the Spiritual Power fluctuations so powerful?" one disciple wondered aloud.
"Why don’t we go take a look? If it’s really a treasure, we can’t let someone else beat us to it!" Upon hearing that a treasure might be appearing, a fanatical gleam lit up in the eyes of the nearby disciples, and they rushed in Shen Haoran’s direction.
Meanwhile, above the deep pit, Shen Haoran and the two Golden Death Warriors were locked in a fierce battle. Between them, One Sword Asura and the Nine Dragon Stomp were locked in a stalemate. Violent bursts of Spiritual Power erupted continuously, and the entire earth began to tremble.
"That One Sword Asura’s attack is so strong. It can actually contend with the fourth step of the Nine Dragon Stomp. And it was unleashed by two Death Warriors with incomplete Spiritual Wisdom," Changmao said in a low voice, watching the clashing Sword Light and the shadow of the hammer locked in a stalemate mid-air. "If these two Death Warriors were at their peak, the Nine Dragon Stomp probably wouldn’t even be a match for One Sword Asura!"
As the one currently confronting One Sword Asura, Shen Haoran nodded in complete agreement. The massive beam of Sword Light he’d seen upon entering the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, combined with the One Sword Asura unleashed by these two Death Warriors, was more than enough to prove how terrifying this Martial Skill was. His desire for it surged. ’It looks like I have to get my hands on the Ten Thousand Swords Sect’s One Sword Asura this time.’
’But for now, the priority is to deal with these two Death Warriors.’ Shen Haoran’s gaze hardened as he stared down at the two Golden Death Warriors. He was putting immense pressure on them, and the two Death Warriors were continuously absorbing the vast Spiritual Power from the deep pit behind them to sustain themselves.
’Hmph. Just a couple of Puppets with incomplete Spiritual Wisdom, and they even know how to use those Spirit Stones. But this is as far as they go!’ Shen Haoran snorted, and his aura surged once more. He lifted his foot and stomped forward again.
BOOM!
As Shen Haoran took this step, the shadow of the hammer below grew even more solid, while tiny cracks began to appear on the two cross-shaped Sword Lights. The fissures then spread like a spiderweb, instantly covering the entire surface of the light.
"Break!" Shen Haoran roared. The giant hammer formed from his aura slammed down. The two Golden Death Warriors’ Sword Lights shattered instantly, but the hammer’s momentum was unbroken as it continued hurtling toward them.
With their two beams of Sword Light shattered by Shen Haoran, the auras of the Golden Death Warriors weakened abruptly. They watched the massive hammer descend, wanting to dodge, but they were suppressed by a terrifying pressure, unable to move an inch. All they could do was raise the longswords in their hands to shield their chests.
BOOM!
The hammer of aura slammed down, instantly carving a crater over a meter deep where the two Golden Death Warriors had stood. Their figures vanished, leaving only two Golden Death Warrior Medals on the ground.
WHOOSH...
Shen Haoran descended from mid-air. He gave the enormous crater a cursory glance, then picked up the two Golden Death Warrior Medals from within. The two Golden Death Warriors were finally dealt with.
After stowing away the Golden Death Warrior Medals, Shen Haoran turned his attention to the pit of Spirit Stones. Gazing at the countless Spirit Stones of all sizes, he was about to jump down and start collecting them. But just as he was about to move, several startled cries rang out from behind him.
"Th-... So many Spirit Stones!"
"So a treasure really did appear! We’re rich, we’re rich! With this many Spirit Stones, we’ll be able to do whatever we want in the Northern Domain!"
Shen Haoran frowned upon hearing the cries behind him. He knew the commotion from his battle with the Golden Death Warriors had been massive and was bound to attract nearby Martial Artists. That was why he’d planned to collect the Spirit Stones quickly. He just hadn’t expected them to arrive so fast—he had barely finished off the Golden Death Warriors and they were already here. ’They really won’t let me catch my breath.’
"There’s someone over there?"
"That’s... Shen Haoran! To think he was even faster than us!"
Just then, the Martial Artists also spotted Shen Haoran, and their brows furrowed. They were well aware of Shen Haoran’s strength. If he was also here for the Spirit Stones, they would have to compete against him, and the pressure on them would be immense.
"Hmph, what’s there to be afraid of? I refuse to believe he’s stronger than all of us combined. Besides, he’s just a Tier Five Spirit Marquis. How much Spiritual Power can he possibly have stored up? Even if we can’t match his explosive power, we can just wear him down. If we kill Shen Haoran, all those Storage Rings he’s collected will be ours!" a burly man sneered.
Hearing the burly man’s words, the other Martial Artists’ eyebrows shot up. ’He’s right. Shen Haoran is only a Tier Five Spirit Marquis. In terms of sheer reserves of Spiritual Power, he can’t possibly compare to a group of Tier Eight Spirit Marquises like us. Even if we can’t beat him in a direct confrontation, we can just wear him down. And if Shen Haoran dies, won’t all of these Spirit Stones, and his Storage Ring, become ours?’
At that thought, a feverish glint appeared in the Martial Artists’ eyes. Tempted by the countless Spirit Stones and the Storage Ring, their greed finally got the better of them, and they began walking toward Shen Haoran.
Watching the Martial Artists approach him, Shen Haoran’s brow furrowed. "Take one more step forward, and I will show no mercy," he said coldly. As he spoke, an icy killing intent instantly erupted from him.
"Shen Haoran, what’s the meaning of this? These Spirit Stones belong to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect—they’re ownerless! They don’t belong to you, so what right do you have to keep us away?" one of the Martial Artists demanded, bristling at Shen Haoran’s killing intent.
"Exactly! It’s finders keepers. Since we saw it, we’re naturally entitled to a share. If you try to hog it all for yourself, don’t blame us for getting rough!" the Martial Artist next to him added.
Seeing the greed in the Martial Artists’ eyes, Changmao shook his head and commented lightly, "Looks like these guys have been so mesmerized by the Spirit Stones behind you that they’ve lost their minds. They’ve completely forgotten how terrifying you can be."
Hearing this, Shen Haoran nodded and replied nonchalantly, "Since they’ve forgotten, I’ll just have to remind them." With that, his figure flickered and vanished on the spot.
WHOOSH!
When Shen Haoran reappeared, he was standing before one of the Martial Artists—the one who had been shouting the loudest.
The Martial Artist’s pupils contracted at Shen Haoran’s terrifying speed. Before he could react, Shen Haoran lunged forward, grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him straight into the air.
"Whatever I, Shen Haoran, set my sights on is mine. If you try to take it, you’ll have to pay the price. And that price is your life!" The icy voice echoed in the Martial Artist’s ear, making him feel as if he had been plunged into Hell. In an instant, cold sweat drenched his robes...
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