Shen Haoran gazed indifferently at the flattened valley, his expression completely placid. He had never stopped practicing the Nine Dragon Stomp since the day he'd obtained it. Just now, he had only executed its fourth step: Nine Dragons Shaking Mountains and Rivers. What's more, he had used less than half of its full power. Legend had it that when the Nine Dragon Venerable stomped his foot, the very heavens and earth would shatter. Shen Haoran was still a long way from that kind of power.
Still, even at less than half strength, it was more than enough for his current needs. 'This kind of power... I doubt many people could withstand it.'
Shen Haoran gestured toward the valley below. A streak of golden light shot out from a pile of rubble and landed in his palm. When the light faded, a Golden Death Warrior Medal rested in his hand, radiating an immense power.
