In midair, Shen Haoran and Ouyang Shaoyu clashed once more, and violent Spiritual Power raged around them.
"Hmph. Kid, don't think you can be on our level just because you killed a Diamond Death Warrior. You aren't worthy!" Ouyang Shaoyu sneered at Shen Haoran.
"Is that so? Anyone can talk big. If you hadn't run so fast that day at the Hehuan Sect, do you think you'd still have the chance to stand here talking to me?" Shen Haoran replied faintly.
When Shen Haoran mentioned the Hehuan Sect again, Ouyang Shaoyu's face darkened. That was the first time he had ever fled without a fight, and the incident had become the shame of his life.
"Hmph. If it weren't for that Spirit Emperor-level expert helping you, would you have the chance to be standing here talking to me? But since the heavens have given me this opportunity, I will wash away that past humiliation completely!" A cold smile appeared on Ouyang Shaoyu's lips as his figure shot out, rushing toward Shen Haoran.
