Free Web NovelChapter 383: Chapter 382: Deep into the Blood Pool
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Shen Haoran plunged into the Divine Martial Blood Pool, sending up crimson sprays as he quickly dove downward.
The moment he entered the Divine Martial Blood Pool, Shen Haoran felt an unbelievably pure energy swirling around him. A powerful surge of Spiritual Power erupted from his body, enveloping him and warding off the surrounding crimson liquid. Although the energy here was considerable, it still fell short of Shen Haoran’s standards. After a brief pause, he continued to dive toward the depths of the Divine Martial Blood Pool.
The deeper he went, the more viscous the crimson liquid became, like fresh blood. His vision was severely restricted; he couldn’t see anything beyond ten meters, only an endless expanse of red. He could even feel a significant resistance as he moved. What shocked Shen Haoran even more was that his Spiritual Thought couldn’t spread out within the Divine Martial Blood Pool. Normally, his formidable Spiritual Thought could cover a distance of dozens of miles, but in this Blood Pool, it couldn’t even reach a hundred meters.
However, Shen Haoran didn’t dwell on it. With a flicker of his body, he continued to dive deeper.
Before long, Shen Haoran felt several powerful suction forces from below. The surrounding energy was converging toward a few vortexes, which he figured must be the other Martial Artists who had entered the Divine Martial Blood Pool.
Shen Haoran’s arrival was also noticed by those Martial Artists. They immediately stopped what they were doing and stared in disbelief as Shen Haoran dove past them.
To go deep into the Divine Martial Blood Pool, one needed a powerful physique and resistance to the energy contained within the surrounding crimson liquid. These Martial Artists had assumed Shen Haoran could only cultivate on the surface of the Divine Martial Blood Pool. After all, his strength was only that of a Tier Two Spirit Marquis. Even though he had been able to withstand the triple Divine Martial pressure, that was due to his tyrannical Cultivation Technique. In this Blood Pool, that technique was completely useless and might even have negative effects.
Yet, when they saw Shen Haoran appear at this depth, they were all in disbelief. A Tier Two Spirit Marquis actually had a physique comparable to a Tier Eight Spirit Marquis. Moreover, judging by Shen Haoran’s expression, he seemed completely relaxed, under no pressure at all.
Seeing this, looks of defeat appeared on their faces. They had thought they could finally surpass Shen Haoran in this one aspect, but they were still utterly defeated. Only now did they realize just how vast the gap between them and Shen Haoran truly was!
Shen Haoran gave them a brief glance before paying them no more mind and continuing his descent. The energy around him still didn’t meet his requirements. ’Looks like I have to go deeper,’ he thought.
Along the way, Shen Haoran intermittently encountered many other Martial Artists. When they saw him, they all looked as if they had seen a ghost. A Tier Two Spirit Marquis was able to dive this deep into the Divine Martial Blood Pool without any hindrance. ’Just how terrifying is this guy’s physique?’ fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
However, the deeper he went, the fewer Martial Artists he saw. At this point, the surrounding energy had reached a terrifying level. Even Shen Haoran had to circulate the energy within his body at full power to continue his descent.
A moment later, Shen Haoran suddenly noticed three figures below, frantically devouring the surrounding crimson energy. Taking a closer look, he saw that it was Ouyang Shaoyu, Jian Wushuang, and Xue Shitian.
However, the positions of the three were quite telling. Ouyang Shaoyu was the highest, several dozen meters above Jian Wushuang and Xue Shitian. Meanwhile, Jian Wushuang and Xue Shitian were only about a meter apart, which clearly showed the difference in their strengths.
Shen Haoran’s arrival startled the three who were engrossed in their absorption. They all opened their eyes, wanting to see who else had the strength to dive to this depth. The energy emanating from the crimson liquid here was already terrifying. Anyone who could reach this point had to be at least in the top five of the Hidden Dragon List.
But when they opened their eyes and saw Shen Haoran before them, they were stunned, their faces filled with disbelief. The energy emanating from the crimson liquid here had long surpassed what a Martial Artist of the Spirit Marquis Tier could withstand. Even an ordinary Spirit Aspect Powerhouse probably couldn’t reach this depth. The three of them had only managed to get this far by relying on their Sects’ profound resources. They never imagined that Shen Haoran, a mere Tier Two Spirit Marquis, would also make it here—and judging by his expression, he seemed to be doing so with ease.
Ouyang Shaoyu’s expression turned ugly. Before this, he had never taken Shen Haoran seriously, not even when Shen Haoran passed the triple Divine Martial pressure. Ouyang Shaoyu hadn’t used his full strength from the start, so in his eyes, passing the triple pressure wasn’t all that impressive. But here in the Divine Martial Blood Pool, he had to go all out just to reach this depth to absorb purer, more powerful energy. To his surprise, Shen Haoran had managed to reach it as well. ’Doesn’t this mean Shen Haoran’s true strength is on the same level as mine?’
’Hmph, so what if you can get here? You’re still weaker than me!’ Ouyang Shaoyu snorted inwardly, his thoughts filled with jealousy as he watched Shen Haoran hover above him.
However, the moment that thought crossed his mind, he saw Shen Haoran drift effortlessly downward, passing by him without even a sideways glance. Seeing Shen Haoran’s indifferent expression, Ouyang Shaoyu was so enraged he almost spat out a mouthful of blood, and the Spiritual Power he was using to resist the surrounding pressure nearly dissipated.
Shen Haoran finally stopped in front of Jian Wushuang and gave him a slight nod.
"Brother Shen, I never imagined you possessed such strength. You’ve truly opened my eyes!" Jian Wushuang exclaimed in admiration as he looked at Shen Haoran hovering before him.
"Just lucky," Shen Haoran said casually with a light chuckle. He then glanced around and asked, "Where’s Nameless?" On his way down, Shen Haoran had seen almost every Martial Artist except for Nameless.
Hearing Shen Haoran ask about Nameless, a look of defeat crossed Jian Wushuang’s face. He glanced toward the depths of the Divine Martial Blood Pool and said, "That guy’s a monster. He went down a long time ago!"
At this, Jian Wushuang seemed to realize something. He jerked his head up to look at Shen Haoran. "Brother Shen, you’re not thinking of..." His mouth twitched as he pointed downward.
Hearing this, Shen Haoran chuckled. He waved to Jian Wushuang and said, "Keep up the good work, Brother Jian! We’ll meet again if fate allows." With that, he dove downward again before the astonished eyes of the others, soon disappearing from their sight...
