"Get lost!" Shen Haoran roared, kicking the Fifth Elder and sending him tumbling down the mountain. The once-imperious Fifth Elder could only grit his teeth against the searing pain. He gave Shen Haoran a deep, meaningful look, then turned and left.
"Shen the kid, are you sure you're just letting him go like that?" Elder Yan asked with a frown, watching the Fifth Elder's retreating figure. "That Fifth Elder is still a Spirit Emperor Level expert, after all. And Fallen Valley's resources run deep. Even though you've destroyed his Dantian, they might have ways to restore him to his peak. Letting a tiger back into the mountains… it's just not wise."
Shen Haoran was well aware of Elder Yan's concerns, but he still nodded. Letting the Fifth Elder go today was meant to send Fallen Valley a message: he, Shen Haoran, was declaring war! He would make Fallen Valley regret ever provoking him, and even more, he would make them regret ever laying a hand on his people.
