Free Web NovelChapter 381: Chapter 380: The Domineering Shen Haoran
Atop the mountain peak, the atmosphere instantly froze. The crowd exchanged wary glances. Only ten of the eleven people present could remain, and everyone wanted to be among those who stayed, not the one forced to leave.
As suspicion grew among the crowd, one Martial Artist pointed at Murong Wanqing and Han Xu behind Shen Haoran and said coldly, "We all went through hell to get to this summit. We nearly died just getting through that Divine Martial pressure, so of course we can’t be the ones to leave. But those two women behind Shen Haoran haven’t lifted a finger the entire time. They were just carried up here by him. I think the person who leaves should be one of them!"
At his words, everyone’s eyes lit up as they came to a realization. ’He’s right. We all fought with everything we had to make it here, but those two women didn’t exert the slightest effort. They were brought all the way up by Shen Haoran. They probably made some kind of dirty deal with him, and that’s why he’s working so hard for them. If someone has to go, it should be one of them!’
Instantly, all eyes turned to Murong Wanqing and Han Xu, filled with hostility.
"Are you two going to get lost on your own, or do we have to throw you down?" the Martial Artist who first suggested Murong Wanqing and Han Xu should leave said, pointing at the two of them with a smug look. He was a familiar face; it was the junior brother who always stood behind Ouyang Shaoyu. An idea like this was surely connected to Ouyang Shaoyu.
Murong Wanqing and Han Xu’s faces were flushed with anger. They stared at the Martial Artists who had turned on them, their hearts filled with resentment. ’These people are so shameless! So selfish! To target two women just to protect their own interests!’
"Hmph! We are not going down," Murong Wanqing retorted, glaring fearlessly at the menacing Martial Artists. "Brother Haoran worked so hard to bring us up here. Without his permission, I wouldn’t take a single step off this summit even if you beat me to death!"
"That’s right! I’m not leaving either!" Han Xu shouted in agreement.
Seeing that the two had no intention of leaving, the Martial Artist sneered. "Everyone," he said, turning to the crowd, "they refuse to leave. What should we do?"
"Throw them down!"
"That’s right! People who rely on others to reach the summit don’t deserve to enter the Divine Martial Blood Pool!"
"Throw them down! Throw them down!"
The shouts from the Martial Artists echoed across the summit. Murong Wanqing and Han Xu’s faces fell, and their eyes began to redden.
At that moment, Shen Haoran frowned. He slowly walked forward and stopped in front of the Martial Artist who had suggested that Murong Wanqing and Han Xu should leave.
Shen Haoran looked down at him, his face impassive. "You want the two of them to leave?" he asked flatly.
The moment Shen Haoran stood before the Martial Artist, a faint pressure enveloped the man. It was only then that the Martial Artist felt how terrifying Shen Haoran was. However, the thought of Ouyang Shaoyu backing him gave him courage. ’Why would I be afraid of a mere Tier Two Spirit Marquis?’ he thought.
"That’s right," the Martial Artist said sharply. "They shouldn’t be on this summit in the first place, and they certainly aren’t qualified to be here. Why should we, who fought tooth and nail to get here, be the ones to leave, while they get to stay and enjoy a free ride?"
"And what if I object?" Shen Haoran’s gaze sharpened, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
"Hmph. Object?" the Martial Artist sneered. "So many people here agree. Do you really think you alone can defy the will of the majority?"
At this, Shen Haoran let out a cold laugh, his sharp gaze sweeping over the Martial Artists who had voiced their agreement. All who met his eyes felt a sudden chill and quickly averted their gaze. They didn’t know why, but they sensed extreme danger from this young man who was supposedly just a Tier Two Spirit Marquis.
Finally, Shen Haoran’s gaze settled back on the instigator. "It’s just one extra person," he said lightly. "There’s no need to make things so complicated." freēwēbnovel.com
"Oh? And what’s your solution?" the Martial Artist asked.
"Of course," Shen Haoran’s tone suddenly sharpened, becoming aggressive and imposing. "And it’s very simple: you get lost!"
The Martial Artist was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Hah! You, telling me to get lost? That’s hilarious. On what grounds? Let me tell you something, kid. Besides Senior Brother Ouyang and the Divine Martial Elder, no one here has the right to tell me to get lost. You must be tired of living. Believe it or not, I could..."
The Martial Artist pointed at Shen Haoran’s nose, still laughing, but his words were cut short. Shen Haoran, having no desire to waste any more time on pointless chatter, drove a fist into the man’s stomach without warning. A violent burst of power erupted, and the excruciating pain made the Martial Artist’s eyes nearly bulge from their sockets. He was instantly incapacitated.
"In my life, the one thing I can’t stand is people who talk too much," Shen Haoran whispered flatly in the Martial Artist’s ear. "So, you can get lost." With that, he kicked out, sending the man tumbling down the stone steps.
After a brief glance at the Martial Artist who had tumbled down the mountain, his condition unknown, Shen Haoran withdrew his gaze. He then turned to those who had previously supported sending Murong Wanqing and Han Xu away. "Now the numbers are perfect. Ten people," he said flatly. "Does anyone have any objections?"
Hearing Shen Haoran’s words, the others shuddered and looked at him in fear. They hadn’t believed he would actually dare to eliminate someone right in front of the Divine Martial Elder. Yet not only had he done it, he had been so violent and decisive about it, giving the man no chance to react before kicking him straight down the mountain.
’That Martial Artist was Ouyang Shaoyu’s own younger brother, a powerhouse ranked in the top twenty of the Hidden Dragon List! And he couldn’t even withstand a single punch and kick from Shen Haoran. How could any of us dare to defy him? If we get on his bad side, he’ll just give us another punch and kick, and we’ll be the ones sent down the mountain. Losing the chance to enter the Divine Martial Blood Pool over someone we don’t even know? It’s not worth it at all!’ fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
"So, we’re all in agreement?" Seeing no further objections, Shen Haoran nodded in satisfaction and smiled at Murong Wanqing and Han Xu. ’To think they’d dare provoke the people I brought with me. They must have a death wish.’
Watching the utterly domineering Shen Haoran, the crowd couldn’t help but steal wary glances at him. The Divine Martial Elder simply shook his head with a resigned sigh. He had announced there was one person too many and that someone had to withdraw, assuming they would discuss it and come to a peaceful resolution. He never expected Shen Haoran to be so tyrannical as to just kick someone off the mountain...
