"This… how is this possible!" the Martial Artists who had been jeering roared, watching Shen Haoran's group of three ascend the stone steps, one steady step at a time.
Shen Haoran's group clearly had the weakest strength among everyone present. They had clearly been idiots for choosing to face three times the Divine Martial pressure. So why couldn't these onlookers even climb under one-time pressure, while the three of them were ascending with such ease? They looked as relaxed as if they were strolling through their own backyards, taking one unhurried, steady step after another.
Flames of jealousy surged in the hearts of those Martial Artists. Their gazes were venomous as they stared at Shen Haoran, who was wreathed in Black Flames, his aura soaring to the heavens. They cursed him inwardly, 'Fall! It would be best if the triple Divine Martial pressure crushed you into a pulp halfway up the mountain!'
