"So... so strong!" Staring at the six Spirit Aspect Powerhouses who had been slain in an instant, the surrounding Fallen Valley Martial Artists were stunned. The commotion had alerted every Martial Artist in the stronghold. More and more of them gathered, completely surrounding Shen Haoran.
"You're Shen Haoran! You're still alive!" someone in the crowd shouted, recognizing him. A year ago, many of the Fallen Valley disciples had witnessed Shen Haoran storm their Northern Domain Headquarters and slaughter four of their Elders like an Evil God. But afterward, their Valley Master, Ouyang Feng, had forced him into a spatial storm. 'How could he possibly be here now?'
Shen Haoran's expression was grim, his icy gaze sweeping over everyone present. A cold sneer touched his lips. 'A year ago, I could only flee for my life as these people from Fallen Valley hunted me down. But now, a year later, they're nothing more than ants before me!'
ROAR!
