Wreathed in black flames, Shen Haoran was like a wolf unleashed upon a flock of sheep. The men in black fell in droves. He also discovered that they seemed to dread the black flames covering his body, as if they had encountered their natural predator!
The black-robed men at the Spiritualist tier were no match for Shen Haoran. Soon, he joined the Elders in their fight. The immense pressure on the Elders lifted in an instant, and they all stared at Shen Haoran in utter disbelief.
Two years ago, they had mocked him as a piece of trash who couldn't cultivate. Now, the sheer battle lust radiating from Shen Haoran was enough to make even their hearts tremble! They also felt a surge of relief. 'It's a good thing we never pushed him to the point of leaving the family, or the Shen Family would have been doomed today!'
"Elders, go and see to our clan members. I'll handle things here," Shen Haoran said, his eyes fixed on the three Tier Five Spirit Pupils before him without turning back.
