"Where's Shen Haoran? He can't be dead, can he?"
Staring at the massive gully, the Martial Artists outside the plaza cried out in astonishment. The Diamond Death Warrior's previous attack had been utterly terrifying. Even from a great distance, everyone could feel the piercing blast of wind—to say nothing of Shen Haoran, who had taken the full force of the blow!
"Look! Shen Haoran's okay!" Just as the crowd was reeling in shock, a jet-black flame suddenly flared to life within the dust cloud. It rapidly expanded, and finally, a Fire Dragon erupted toward the sky, sweeping away all the smoke and rubble in the plaza. Instantly, everyone's vision cleared.
Now, the crowd could clearly see Shen Haoran standing on the plaza. He was currently wreathed in a suit of jet-black Flame Armor. A deep gash was scored across the chest plate, so deep that the skin beneath was visible.
