Chapter 706 700: Bizarre Request

Hearing Scorpion Yan's words, Shen Haoran froze on the spot. 'This is so unfair! I just sighed to myself and didn't say a word. How did he pin the blame on me?'

BAM! BAM!

A burly middle-aged man stepped out from behind Scorpion Yan, slamming his fists together. The impact sent ripples of force spreading out, a truly imposing sight!

"You little bastard! How dare a fucking pretty boy like you laugh at me? If I don't cripple you today, I'm not a member of the Dragon Scorpion Race!" Scorpion Yan roared in fury. He could stomach the powerful experts around him targeting him, but for this pretty boy to do the same? He was asking for death!

Seeing that Scorpion Yan actually intended to make a move on Shen Haoran, the surrounding Martial Artists from the City of Sin all retracted their auras. With a tacit understanding, they all took a step back, their gazes on Scorpion Yan strange. This guy dared to provoke this plague god? He must have a death wish. Just half a month ago, they had all personally witnessed Shen Haoran single-handedly fight eight Spirit Emperors, ultimately blasting every last one of them to bits. If it weren't for the protective Array in the Underground Boxing Market, they probably would have been wiped out too. In the City of Sin, Shen Haoran was the very definition of a plague god—no one dared to provoke him. This Scorpion Yan was truly a newborn calf, unafraid of the tiger. He was doomed. The crowd all cast him a pitying look.

Seeing the Martial Artists of the City of Sin back away, Scorpion Yan assumed his own aura had intimidated them. His voice grew a decibel louder as he pointed at Shen Haoran and cursed, "You little mutt! Apologize to me this instant and then get the hell out of here! Otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless. It won't be your arm I'll be tearing off next, it'll be your head!"

As Scorpion Yan's voice fell, the Martial Artist called Big Bull took another step forward, his powerful aura pressing down on Shen Haoran.

At this, Shen Haoran's brow furrowed. He then said in a low voice, "There are no grievances between us, are there? Why must it come to this?"

Hearing Shen Haoran's words, the expressions on the surrounding Martial Artists grew even stranger. Shen Haoran was being cursed at right to his face, yet he was actually tolerating it? 'Is this the same Shen Haoran we know?'

But to Scorpion Yan's ears, this carried a completely different meaning. In his eyes, Shen Haoran was afraid of his power. He let out a cold sneer. "Hmph, no grievances? If I say there are, there are! I just don't like the look of you. Disappear from my sight right now, or else… die!"

With that, Big Bull once again strode forward, coming to a stop directly in front of Shen Haoran. The full might of his Tier Two Spirit Emperor aura erupted, cracking the very earth beneath his feet. A sharp gust of wind blew against Shen Haoran, causing his eyes to narrow slightly.

"What, not convinced? Then hit me if you have the guts! My favorite thing in the world is seeing the look on your faces when you can't stand me but can't do a damn thing about it. It feels great! Hahahaha!" Scorpion Yan sneered, a smug, punchable look on his face as he watched the motionless Shen Haoran.

Looking at Scorpion Yan's smug sneer, the onlookers couldn't help but feel the urge to go up and beat him senseless. But Shen Haoran still hadn't made a move, which they found very odd. 'Did Shen Haoran become a vegetarian monk in the last half a month?'

But just as they were wondering, they saw Shen Haoran smile. It was an incredibly brilliant smile, but it was laced with a thick, murderous aura that sent a chill down the necks of even these men who had spent their lives rolling in piles of corpses. They couldn't help but take a few steps back. Then, they all closed their eyes, because they knew what was coming next would be an extremely bloody scene!

"Manager Luo, here are nine Elemental Stones. Go buy nine coffins," Shen Haoran said coolly, his voice filled with icy killing intent.

"No need. The Hell Auction House will provide them, free of charge," the man from the Hell Auction House replied calmly, sensing the frigid killing intent wafting off Shen Haoran.

"Very good." A wicked grin spread across Shen Haoran's lips. The next moment, he vanished from before Big Bull and Scorpion Yan's eyes, leaving only an afterimage behind.

"He ran? Fast as a rabbit. And I thought he had some backbone," Scorpion Yan scoffed when he saw Shen Haoran disappear. But no sooner had the words left his mouth than he felt a powerful gust of wind rushing toward his cheek.

SMACK!

A crisp slap echoed through the entire hall. Scorpion Yan's body was sent flying. Fresh blood mixed with shattered teeth sprayed from his mouth. He finally came to a stop when he slammed hard against the hall's wall, the immense force embedding him directly into it.

The sudden turn of events stunned the members of the Dragon Scorpion Race. By the time they snapped back to their senses, Shen Haoran was already standing before Scorpion Yan again, raising his hand for another slap.

"I've never heard such a bizarre request in my entire life. Someone actually begging to be hit. Since you have this hobby, a helpful person like me must see it through to the end!"

"You dare act like a spoiled young master in front of me? When I was playing that part, you were still suckling at your mother's breast! Today, I'll show you what a real spoiled young master is!"

"Tear off my arm, was it? Take my head? Since you love playing these limb games so much, I'll indulge you. You can tear off as many as you like today!"

CRACK! SNAP!

Shen Haoran cursed as he hit him, and a continuous series of sickening thuds rang out. In an instant, Scorpion Yan was beaten into an unrecognizable shape. Finally, Shen Haoran wrenched off all four of his limbs. Still seemingly unsatisfied, he tore off Scorpion Yan's third leg as well. A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the hall, making everyone's skin crawl and their legs clench together instinctively.

Shen Haoran beat him for a full ten minutes before finally stopping. By now, Scorpion Yan was just a heap of ruined flesh on the ground, his body swollen to several times its normal size. Shen Haoran's blows had been precise, pushing Scorpion Yan to the peak of agony with every strike without being lethal. It was a feeling where one could neither live nor die.

Shen Haoran looked down at the barely breathing Scorpion Yan and said coolly, "Keep your eyes open next time. Don't assume everyone who looks like an easy target is one. Some of them will blow up in your face."

With that, Shen Haoran turned and walked away. The members of the Dragon Scorpion Race could only watch him leave, frozen in place. The murderous aura that had just erupted from Shen Haoran had filled their hearts with terror. They were certain that if they had tried to stop him, their fate would have been far worse than Scorpion Yan's. This time, they had truly picked a fight with the wrong person.

The members of the Dragon Scorpion Race could only carry Scorpion Yan away, hoping he could still be saved before he breathed his last. Otherwise, they would never be able to face their clan again. But when they saw the crimson ruin between his legs, they could only let out a long sigh. It seemed Scorpion Yan would have to live as a woman from now on.