Free Web NovelChapter 379: Chapter 378: Triple Pressure
Seeing the powerful confidence in Shen Haoran’s eyes, the Divine Martial Elder was momentarily stunned. He then nodded, giving his consent.
When the Divine Martial Elder agreed, a smile touched Shen Haoran’s lips. He beckoned to Murong Wanqing and Han Xu, signaling for them to come over.
"Brother Haoran, maybe Brother Han and I shouldn’t go. You could definitely make it to the top on your own, but with us, wouldn’t we just be a burden? If we hold you back, we’d feel guilty to death. Besides, there’s only one spot left at the summit. The two of us couldn’t possibly compete for it, so why waste the effort?" Murong Wanqing said, her voice heavy with refusal after hearing the Divine Martial Elder. Han Xu, standing beside her, nodded in agreement.
Hearing Murong Wanqing’s refusal, Shen Haoran couldn’t help but roll his eyes. "Relax," he said. "If I’m doing this, it’s because I’m confident. Besides, as your big brother, since I’m the one who brought you into the Divine Martial Realm, I have to get you into the Divine Martial Blood Pool. Otherwise, what right would I have to call myself your big brother!"
"Ah?" Hearing this, both Han Xu and Murong Wanqing were stunned speechless.
"What? You don’t believe me?" Shen Haoran asked, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Murong Wanqing and Han Xu looked up. When they met Shen Haoran’s confident gaze, their hearts trembled. They nodded and said, "Of course we believe you, but..."
But before they could finish, Shen Haoran cut them off assertively. "Since you believe me, then stay right behind me. The three of us are going to the summit together, no doubt about it!" With that, Shen Haoran strode toward the stone steps, ready to begin the climb.
Watching Shen Haoran’s back, a warmth spread through Murong Wanqing and Han Xu’s hearts. They cast aside their reservations and followed right behind him.
Seeing the trio standing before the steps, the other Martial Artists were stunned for a moment before they realized what was happening.
"Are the three of them seriously going to attempt this together?"
"What idiots. This Divine Martial pressure is no simple matter. With three people, the pressure will triple. Do they have any idea what that means? The normal pressure is already terrifying; you need to be at least a Tier Eight Spirit Marquis to pass. So what about triple the pressure? I bet even a Spirit Aspect Powerhouse would perish halfway up!" fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
"Even if they’re making a last-ditch effort, they don’t need to be this reckless. Triple the pressure... I doubt they’ll even be able to take a single step!"
At the foot of the mountain, the Martial Artists who had failed began to relentlessly mock and taunt the trio. Up on the summit, those who had already passed were even more disdainful.
They knew better than anyone how terrifying the Divine Martial pressure was. Even at its normal level, it had taken everything they had to make it to the top—excluding those few monstrously talented individuals, of course. They couldn’t even imagine a situation three times as terrifying. Even a Spirit Aspect Powerhouse would likely be crushed to pieces in an instant!
"A buffoon will always be a buffoon. Relying on such cheap tricks to grandstand... How naive," Ouyang Shaoyu said, making no effort to hide the contempt in his voice.
Xue Shitian, standing nearby, felt the same. He gave Shen Haoran a single, indifferent glance before looking away. In his eyes, someone of this caliber wasn’t even worth his attention.
"Sigh... His Talent is the kind seen once a century, but he’s far too arrogant and conceited. With such a temperament, it’s truly a pity," the Divine Martial Elder lamented softly, shaking his head as he watched Shen Haoran’s back.
Hearing the chorus of mockery around them, Murong Wanqing and Han Xu bit their lips, their fists clenched so tightly their nails dug deep into their palms. Guilt gnawed at them. ’It’s all our fault. We’re too weak, and we’re holding Brother Haoran back!’
Shen Haoran’s expression, however, remained unchanged. He looked completely unperturbed, as if he weren’t facing triple the Divine Martial pressure, but merely a gentle, negligible breeze.
"Do you know the best way to shut the mouths of those who look down on you?" Sensing Murong Wanqing and Han Xu’s turmoil, Shen Haoran spoke, his voice sharp. "You prove with your actions that their damn eyes are blind!" His words struck them like a heavy hammer, and in that instant, they came to their senses.
’That’s right. What right do these people have to mock us? Why should we listen to them? If we don’t even believe in ourselves, who in this world will ever respect us?’ At this thought, the fighting spirit within Murong Wanqing and Han Xu instantly flared to life.
Sensing the rekindled fighting spirit behind him, a roguish smile spread across Shen Haoran’s face. He looked at the stone steps, which resembled a Celestial Ladder, and gave a sharp cry, "Alright, let’s go! Stay close!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Shen Haoran stepped onto the stone staircase. Murong Wanqing and Han Xu followed right behind him, stepping forward in succession.
"BOOM!"
The moment all three of them set foot on the stone steps, a deafening roar echoed in their ears. A terrifying pressure instantly crashed down on them. It felt as if a colossal mountain was bearing down on them, their chests tightened, and they couldn’t even breathe. Their bodies began to tremble violently. The triple Divine Martial pressure was this horrifying!
Seeing Shen Haoran’s group falter after just one step, a wave of uproarious laughter erupted from the crowd.
"Haha! See? What did I tell you? The three of them, trying to storm the summit? They’re completely overestimating themselves!"
"So arrogant. They can just wait to die up there. Triple the Divine Martial pressure... I can’t believe they were stupid enough to even think of it!"
Bursts of laughter, mixed with an unending stream of harsh insults, echoed all around, grating on the ears.
However, while the crowd jeered and mocked the trio, Jian Wushuang and Nameless, who were on the summit, weren’t smiling at all. Their expressions were grave, their eyes fixed on Shen Haoran at the front. They could feel a terrifying aura gathering within his body—an aura that sent a tremor of shock through their hearts.
"Hmph. Triple the Divine Martial pressure? Is that all?" As expected, the next moment, a cold cry escaped Shen Haoran’s lips. A mass of ink-black flames bloomed within him before erupting outward. A formidable aura shot toward the heavens like a giant axe, instantly cleaving the Divine Martial pressure pouring down from the summit in two!
"Stay close to me. Let’s go!" After his aura erupted, Shen Haoran called out to the two behind him and began walking toward the summit. The sheer force of his sky-piercing aura left everyone utterly speechless...
