Chapter 698 692: Lone Battle Against Five Golden Martial Artists

The Underground Boxing Market fell silent. Everyone stared blankly at the unfazed Shen Haoran, momentarily speechless. The battle had ended too quickly. A Tier Two Spirit Emperor had been defeated so easily. From the looks of it, Shen Haoran hadn't even used his full strength. Despite unleashing such a large-scale Martial Skill, his aura remained immense. 'Just what kind of monster is this guy?'

"Eighth Brother!" The remaining seven Golden Martial Artists rushed forward when they saw the black flames engulfing their companion. After a frantic struggle, they finally managed to extinguish the fire. But by then, the Fire Spirit Black Obsidian had burned him beyond recognition. He was clearly crippled for life!

"I'll kill you, you bastard!" Enraged by Eighth Brother's horrific injuries, two of the men roared. Their eyes glinted with cold killing intent as they shot toward Shen Haoran.

"Sixth Brother! Seventh Brother! Get back here!" the lead Golden Martial Artist roared upon seeing the two men charge out. 'Shen Haoran is clearly no ordinary Martial Artist. Anyone who could cripple Eighth Brother so easily is far beyond what the two of them can handle. I can feel an immense threat coming from him!'

However, the two Golden Martial Artists paid his shouts no mind. In the blink of an eye, they were in front of Shen Haoran. Their two Ghost Head Sabers whistled through the air, slashing viciously at his head!

BOOM!

The two Ghost Head Sabers struck Shen Haoran's body, only to pass straight through him and slam into the Martial Arts Arena. The immense force pulverized the arena's bluestone slabs, kicking up a cloud of dust and debris that obscured the stage.

"An afterimage?" the two exclaimed in shock. 'We didn't even see him move! How can he be that fast?!'

Their attack having missed its mark, the two immediately swung their Ghost Head Sabers, unleashing a powerful gust that blew away the surrounding dust cloud. 'His speed is terrifying; we have no idea where he is. This dust cloud is a death trap if we don't clear it!'

SWOOSH... The powerful gust swept all the dust from the Martial Arts Arena, clearing everyone's line of sight. But once the dust settled, the stage was empty, save for the seven Golden Martial Artists and their fallen eighth brother. Shen Haoran had vanished into thin air!

"Where'd he go?" The crowd exchanged confused glances. Shen Haoran had truly vanished from the arena. Not even a trace of his aura remained.

"Was he scared the other Golden Martial Artists would come after him, so he snuck off?" one of the Martial Artists wondered aloud. But the words had barely left his lips when a piercing Sword Qi descended from high above the Underground Boxing Market, forcing everyone to crane their necks and look up.

"Up there!" Lifting their heads, the crowd saw Shen Haoran's figure hovering in mid-air. At some point, a pitch-black longsword had appeared in his hand. The dark blade pulsed with Sword Aura, while a razor-sharp Sword Qi raged around his body. The piercing energy made everyone's skin tingle with a stinging pain. As they stared at the longsword in his hand, they felt as if he could cleave the very heavens and earth in two!

Hovering in mid-air, Shen Haoran's expression was grim as the Sword Qi on his Soul-devouring Sword continued to condense. After a few moments, his cold voice rang out across the Underground Boxing Market. Then, he swung the Soul-devouring Sword, and a blinding Sword Aura, seemingly capable of splitting heaven and earth, shot downward.

"One Sword Asura!"

As the blinding Sword Light flared, all the Martial Artists in the Underground Boxing Market instinctively shut their eyes. All they could hear was a continuous roar mixed with the sound of shattering steel and faint screams. It was like the apocalypse. Sharp Sword Qi burst from the Martial Arts Arena, leaving several Sword Marks on the Martial Artists in the front rows as blood trickled from their wounds.

Once the commotion subsided, everyone slowly opened their eyes and gasped at the sight before them. The massive Martial Arts Arena had been sliced clean in two. Dust and rubble were scattered everywhere, and the piercing Sword Qi still lingered in the air, refusing to dissipate. As for the two Golden Martial Artists who had been on the stage, they were nowhere to be seen. 'They must have been utterly annihilated by that terrifying attack!'

Shen Haoran descended from the air, his chest rising and falling slightly. 'Other than Flame Sun Burst, One Sword Asura is currently my most powerful offensive Martial Skill. The Spiritual Power it consumes is terrifying. Even with the regenerative abilities of the Wood Spirit Cyan Profound, I still feel a bit drained.'

Taking a deep breath to calm the roiling energy within him, Shen Haoran fixed his gaze on the remaining five Golden Martial Artists standing on the other half of the ruined arena, a provocative glint in his eyes.

On the other side of the sundered arena, the lead Golden Martial Artist took a deep breath and suppressed his rage. He then spoke to the others in a grim tone, "It's clear what he's after—he's here to eliminate us. Luo Yu must have found out who we are. Even if we die today, we're taking that brat down with us! Let's go, all at once!"

Hearing this, the other four nodded, their expressions grim. 'He took out three of our brothers in an instant; he's incredibly strong. Going at him one by one is suicide. Our only chance is to attack together!'

Seeing the surging Spiritual Power of the five men opposite him, a slight smile touched Shen Haoran's lips. His Primordial Small World trembled, and immense Spiritual Power gushed forth, quickly filling his body. 'This is my first real fight since breaking through to the Tier Eight Spirit Aspect and completing the Refinement of the Wood Spirit Cyan Profound. I can feel my blood boiling with excitement.'

Still, he was facing five Spirit Emperor Powerhouses. Shen Haoran decided to activate his Heaven-Dominating Tribulation. 'They are Spirit Emperors, after all. I'm not yet strong enough to face five of them head-on without it!'

Feeling the power surging through him, Shen Haoran threw his head back and roared. He then kicked off the ground, his body shooting like a cannonball toward the five Golden Martial Artists. The sheer explosive force of his launch completely shattered the section of the arena beneath his feet.

Seeing Shen Haoran charge at them, the five didn't dare hold anything back. Flaring their own Spiritual Power, they met his advance. The six of them collided with a deafening crash on the fractured arena. A powerful gale erupted from the point of impact, and the already ruined Martial Arts Arena finally collapsed completely.

Landing on the ground below, the six now had more room to maneuver. In the next moment, they were locked in a chaotic melee, the air filled with the sound of dull, heavy thuds. The spectators watched the fierce battle below, utterly shocked. In the heart of the fray, Shen Haoran weaved between the five men, fighting five Golden Martial Artists all by himself without being at the slightest disadvantage!

"He's so strong! Just who is that kid?" Feeling the waves of violent Energy blasting out from the six-man battlefield, the surrounding Martial Artists couldn't help but gulp and mutter amongst themselves.