Chapter 742: Shen Haoran's Backing

Chapter 742: Chapter 736: Shen Haoran’s Backing

The Elders of the Cyan Dragon Race stared at Shen Haoran in shock, standing rooted to the spot, unable to process what they had just heard. ‘Shen Haoran actually wants to make a move against the White Tiger Race!’ At this thought, the Elders’ brows furrowed. The Four Great Divine Beast Families were a single entity. If Shen Haoran attacked the White Tiger Race, they would have no choice but to help them!

“I understand. The Cyan Dragon Race will not interfere,” Long Xiaotian said without a moment’s hesitation, showing he understood Shen Haoran’s intentions.

“Clan Leader!” the Elders cried out upon hearing Long Xiaotian’s words. “This is a blatant violation of the treaty between the Four Great Divine Beast Families! If word of this gets out, it will surely provoke the resentment of the Demon Race! The Cyan Dragon Race’s reputation will be destroyed!”

“Enough. I have made my decision. For years, the White Tiger Race has schemed against our Cyan Dragon Race in the shadows—it’s not as if you are unaware. We have tolerated their actions countless times for the sake of the treaty. This time, we will absolutely not hold back! Besides, Nephew Shen calls me ‘Uncle.’ His business is my business. This matter is settled!” Long Xiaotian slammed his hand on the table and barked coldly, instantly silencing the protests of the Elders.

Seeing the resolute look in Long Xiaotian’s eyes, the Elders found themselves unable to argue. After all, Long Xiaotian was the Clan Leader of the Cyan Dragon Race. A matter he had decided was not something anyone else could change.

Gazing at the defiant expressions on the Elders’ faces, Long Xiaotian gently shook his head and said, “Nephew Shen, as one of the Demon Race’s Four Great Divine Beast Families, the White Tiger Race’s foundations run deep. How do you intend to handle them?”

“No schemes, no plans. Just one word: Kill!” Shen Haoran’s eyes narrowed, and a frigid killing intent shot from them that made even Long Xiaotian’s heart shudder.

“Easier said than done. Do you really think the White Tiger Race is some minor family you can slaughter at will? What gives you the confidence?” one of the Elders snorted, looking at Shen Haoran with disdain. ‘In my eyes, Shen Haoran is nothing more than a moderately talented Tier One Spirit Emperor. How could he possibly contend with a behemoth like the White Tiger Clan? Our Clan Leader must have lost his mind, choosing to completely sever ties with the White Tiger Race for the sake of an outsider!’

“What gives me the confidence?” Shen Haoran sneered, his gaze sweeping across every Elder in the room. Each one he looked at couldn’t help but flinch. It felt as if they were being stared down by the god of death himself. ‘It’s unimaginable! How can a mere Tier One Spirit Emperor make us feel such immense pressure?!’

With a mere thought from Shen Haoran, a behemoth abruptly materialized in the meeting hall. This giant was, of course, the Fire Vajra, and its body was even larger than before. The instant it appeared, a terrifying aura swept through the room. The Stone Pillars holding up the roof couldn’t withstand the immense pressure, and a web of cracks spread across their surfaces. The Elders stared at the Fire Vajra, their eyes wide with terror. Every muscle in Long Xiaotian’s body tensed. From the Fire Vajra, he felt a pressure that seemed to emanate from the depths of his very soul. ‘This means the Fire Vajra’s strength is even greater than mine!’

Shen Haoran watched the terrified expressions of the Cyan Dragon Race Elders with an indifferent look, a cold smirk playing on his lips. ‘The Fire Vajra absorbed a great deal of Energy from the Medicine Pool. That, combined with the surge in my own strength, has pushed its power to the next level. By my calculations, the Fire Vajra’s current strength has likely reached the Peak of Tier Two Spirit Emperor!’

Before the Elders of the Cyan Dragon Race could even recover from the sight of the Fire Vajra, two more terrifying auras erupted from behind Shen Haoran. Xue Ling and Lady Ya now stood at his side.

In the past two months, Lady Ya had completed the Refinement of the Tier Eight Spirit Beast’s Spirit Pill that Shen Haoran gave her, and her strength had broken through to the Spirit Emperor Tier; she was now a Tier One Spirit Emperor. As for Xue Ling, her power had reached the Peak of Tier Nine Spirit Emperor, with one foot already stepping into the Spirit Emperor Realm!

The eruption of the two women’s auras stunned the Elders yet again. ‘It’s unbelievable… These two women, who always seem so quiet and docile behind Shen Haoran, are actually this powerful! Their strength is enough to rival our Clan Leader, Long Xiaotian!’

At this moment, Shen Haoran was flanked by what amounted to two and a half Spirit Emperor Tier powerhouses. Such strength was enough to sweep away any other power within the Demon Race. However, to make a move against the White Tiger Race, they were still lacking something.

“We’re not done yet!” Shen Haoran chuckled. As soon as the words left his mouth, a pitch-black phantom slowly coalesced behind him. This figure was none other than Changmao.

Changmao appeared without releasing the slightest trace of an aura, but Long Xiaotian and the Elders stared, thunderstruck, at the phantom behind Shen Haoran. In the next instant, all of them dropped to their knees in reverence.

‘The Taotie! It’s the Taotie Beast Soul, leader of the Ancient Ten Fierce Beasts!’ Long Xiaotian and the others roared inwardly. A pressure originating from the very depths of their bloodlines washed over them, making the blood in their veins feel as if it were boiling.

“Boss, what did you call me for?” Changmao asked, glancing indifferently at Long Xiaotian and the others before draping itself over Shen Haoran’s shoulder in a fawning manner. In its eyes, Long Xiaotian and the others were merely a few small insects, utterly beneath its notice.

When Long Xiaotian and the others heard the leader of the Ancient Ten Fierce Beasts address Shen Haoran as “Boss,” their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. The legends said that the Taotie, leader of the Ten Great Fierce Beasts, was perverse and extraordinarily arrogant. Yet here it was, calling a member of the Human Race its boss. Their entire worldview was on the verge of collapse!

At that moment, the Elders finally understood how Shen Haoran had the courage to directly confront the White Tiger Race. A Puppet at the Peak of Tier Two Spirit Emperor, two women at the Tier One Spirit Emperor level, a Taotie Beast Soul that had also reached the Tier One Spirit Emperor level, and on top of it all, a monster like Shen Haoran. One must remember, Shen Haoran had been able to slay a Tier Seven Spirit Emperor powerhouse back when he was only at the Spirit Aspect Tier. Now that he had broken through to the Spirit Emperor Level, the Elders couldn’t even begin to imagine what his true strength might be! Counting Shen Haoran, this was a force of almost five Spirit Emperor powerhouses. Such a lineup was more than enough to face the White Tiger Race head-on—in fact, they could probably annihilate them!

The way Long Xiaotian looked at Shen Haoran had now completely changed. He was glad for the decision he had made, and even more relieved that he had not chosen to oppose Shen Haoran. Although he was the Clan Leader of the Cyan Dragon Race, an existence who stood above tens of thousands, Shen Haoran was in no way his inferior. The Spirit Emperor powerhouses by Shen Haoran’s side alone were enough to command his utmost respect.

“We agree with the Clan Leader’s decision!” This time, no one opposed Long Xiaotian. Faced with Shen Haoran’s overwhelming power, they had no grounds for objection.

“Very good,” Shen Haoran nodded. His companions withdrew their auras in unison, and the atmosphere in the meeting hall instantly lightened, allowing everyone from the Cyan Dragon Race to finally let out a collective sigh of relief.

“Nephew Shen, when will you make your move?” Long Xiaotian asked.

“Now!”