Elder Wang stood rooted to the spot, the anger on his face replaced by a look of grievance. 'I'm an Elder of a major power, for crying out loud! Couldn't he have saved me some face in front of all these disciples? Those two slaps... truly merciless!'
"Hmph. Is this how an Elder of the Blood Evil Alliance behaves? So uncivilized? Even your Alliance Leader has to show me some respect, yet a minor Elder like you dares to point your finger in my face?" Shen Haoran looked down at Elder Wang and spoke coldly, his icy gaze boring into the man's eyes and sending a chill through his heart.
Elder Wang stared at Shen Haoran, dumbfounded. Although Shen Haoran's appearance was vastly different from the Zhang Lai of Fallen Valley he had met before, the aura emanating from him was indeed that of a Fallen Valley Martial Artist. This left Elder Wang deeply confused, unsure of how to judge the situation.
