Intimidated by Shen Haoran and Changmao, the remaining black-robed Martial Artists didn't dare make a single move. They could only stand there dumbly, staring at the spot where their two Spirit Emperor Powerhouses had crashed, hoping for a miracle.
However, the miracle they hoped for was nothing but a fantasy. After swatting his own opponent away, Changmao immediately followed up, yanking the two Spirit Emperor Powerhouses directly from the deep craters in the ground and bringing them before Shen Haoran.
Shen Haoran let out a cold, disdainful snort as he looked at the two Spirit Emperor Level powerhouses before him, who lay there like dead dogs. 'These people who came to attack me are just too stupid.' If he had been facing powerhouses with solid and stable foundations at the Spirit Emperor Level, Shen Haoran might have needed to expend some effort to defeat them. After all, against true Spirit Emperor Powerhouses, even he would have to weigh their strength carefully.
