Ouyang Shaoyu's expression was incredibly grim at that moment. The Martial Artist was his junior brother, yet Shen Haoran had completely disregarded his presence. He snapped, "Shen Haoran, you're quite the tyrant. You dare strike a disciple of my Fallen Valley? Do you really think I don't exist?"
In response to Ouyang Shaoyu's cold rebuke, Shen Haoran simply smiled faintly. "It's just the law of the jungle. So what if you're here? So what if he's a disciple of your Fallen Valley? I taught him a lesson. What about it? Are you going to avenge him?"
"You... If the Divine Martial Blood Pool weren't about to appear, I would tear you to pieces to vent my hatred!" A cold glint flashed in Ouyang Shaoyu's eyes as he spoke frigidly.
