Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Han Shuo followed behind Qunoa, heading towards the most majestic building in War Demon Valley. When the two alien ladies, Hemanna and Sylph, saw that Han Shuo had been invited by the master of War Demon Valley, Crosius, and was accompanied by Qunoa, a person of real power, they simultaneously revealed looks of joy on their faces.
When they passed by the purple-eyed lady, Sylph, Han Shuo grinned, winked at Sylph, and said, "Remember, you and Hemanna are my people. Wait for me!"
Sylph was not the slightest bit annoyed by Han Shuo's words under the watchful eyes of the crowd. On the contrary, she shyly nodded and replied in a low voice, "Got it."
"Haha, I like you!" Han Shuo laughed heartily in his heart.
"Friend, you are indeed a sentimental person. As long as you are willing to stay in War Demon Valley, you can have any woman you want. Even Lord Crosius' beloved daughter is not out of the question. Haha, I think she has already given her approval," Qunoa laughed heartily, teasing Han Shuo without the slightest regard as an outsider.
"Uncle, you, what nonsense are you talking about!" Said a young lady as beautiful as an angel from the crowd behind Han Shuo. She had a pair of pure white wings and was as beautiful as an angel.
Han Shuo stared blankly for a moment. Soon after, he saw the beautiful young lady floating in the crowd. He did not expect that this young lady was actually Crosius' daughter. Recalling her previous reminder, Han Shuo bowed in awkward abyssal etiquette, revealed a bright smile, and said, "Thank you for your reminder, Miss."
"You're welcome. If Mister can stay in War Demon Valley, I hope that you can give me some guidance in martial arts. In your battles, I have seen many miraculous techniques. I am truly amazed! " Said the young lady with the appearance of an angel and a graceful temperament. The corners of her mouth hooked into a faint curve as she spoke in a reserved manner.
"Haha, War Demon Valley is a good place. If nothing unexpected happens, I think I will be staying. If Miss is free, you can look for me anytime. " Han Shuo very straightforwardly agreed to the beautiful young lady's suggestion. Then, he took one last look at Brakyah, who had yet to fully recover, and coldly said, "Brakyah, you are no match for me. Let me give you a piece of advice. Know your place, or you will die without a doubt!"
Having said that, Han Shuo no longer looked at Brakyah's ugly face, which had barely managed to reconstruct itself. He said softly to Qunoa, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Let's go."
"You're welcome! Please! "Qunoa replied with a smile as he led Han Shuo towards the most magnificent building in War Demon Valley.
After taking a few steps, Qunoa turned his head and shot a glance at Brakyah, who had completely condensed his body. When their eyes met, Qunoa shook his head slightly and sighed softly, as if hinting Brakyah to give up on the idea of retaliating against Han Shuo.
"Let's go." Brakyah got up and looked at Han Shuo's departing figure with a cold gaze. Finally, he coldly glanced at Hemanna and Sylph and said in a deep voice.
Hemanna and Sylph, upon seeing Han Shuo leave, felt a sense of insecurity in their hearts. However, when they recalled Han Shuo's overbearing manner and the situation under the watchful eyes of so many people, they understood that no matter how much hatred Brakyah had for them, he wouldn't do anything to them in this place.
In addition, as long as Han Shuo didn't die, Brakyah wouldn't dare to attack the two of them. Otherwise, if he angered Han Shuo, Brakyah would have no way of surviving. Therefore, although the two girls felt a chill in their hearts under Brakyah's sinister gaze, they weren't too afraid. On the contrary, they put on arrogant faces and didn't look Brakyah in the eye.
"Hmph, two little bitches who rely on their master's power. I will f * ck you to death sooner or later!" Brakyah sinisterly left behind these words before turning around and leaping towards the enormous ghost-faced spider. He led the remaining few guards and left the area with their tails between their legs.
Along the way, the people of War Demon Valley took the initiative to make way for Brakyah. They didn't dare to reveal any mocking or disdainful gazes on their faces. Instead, they fearfully lowered their heads and said nothing, inwardly cursing Brakyah's lack of magnanimity.
A defeated Rakshasa was still a Rakshasa! In the Abyss realm, where people's lives were easily taken at the slightest provocation, only death awaited those who were weaker than the other party!
Gradually, the onlookers saw that there was no more entertainment to watch and dispersed one by one. Hemanna and Sylph, after this incident, the hostility between them had lessened significantly. They exchanged glances with each other, their expressions somewhat complicated, before dispersing into the crowd.
On top of the majestic building at the center of War Demon Valley, a man of steel with a rugged and resolute appearance covered in sharp spikes stood like a boulder on top of the magnificent building. His pair of gray eyes were deep and spirited, somewhat different from his tough and deep temperament.
Standing on top of the building with his hands clasped behind his back, this man of steel looked down at the endless stream of citizens below. Behind him, the captain of the Shero regiment, Nambrough, knelt on one knee and kowtowed, not daring to move an inch.
"Are you certain that he isn't a spy from Venomfang Castle?" The burly man said in a deep voice without even turning his head. His voice was as deep and powerful as the earth, giving off an extremely obvious sense of oppression.
"My Lord, he has killed hundreds of men from Venomfang Castle. I believe that he isn't a spy sent by Venomfang Castle. In addition, this man's martial techniques are extremely unique, completely different from the cultivation methods known to the Abyss realm. It may be as he said, that he came from some ancient race that has been living in seclusion, "Nambrough answered cautiously, not daring to raise his head to look at the burly man. He buried his head deep in his knees and answered cautiously, not daring to raise his head to look at the burly man.
"An ancient race that has been living in seclusion? Hehe, how could there be so many ancient races that have been living in seclusion? This time, when a mysterious spatial passage suddenly appeared over at Venomfang Castle, many experts from Venomfang Castle immediately came to spy on it. For this man to suddenly appear and possess extraordinary strength, it would be a wonder if there are no problems! " The burly man snorted coldly. His deep eyes gradually turned to Han Shuo, who had emerged from the crowd. He revealed a thoughtful expression.
"My Lord is wise. Why don't we capture him first?" Nambrough, who had been so familiar with Han Shuo along the way that he had even called him brother, suddenly suggested.
"Mediocre!" The burly man snorted coldly. Soon after, he said in a deep voice, "Let alone the fact that I have yet to figure out his origins, so what if he really is a spy from Venomfang Castle? Do you think he can overturn the heavens in War Demon Valley by himself? "
"My Lord is wise, my Lord is wise!" Nambrough said in a trembling voice. He didn't even dare to raise his head.
"Hmph, if he really is a useful talent and is willing to stay in our War Demon Valley, then I won't pursue this matter any further. Then, I won't continue to pursue the matter of your unfavorable start this time. Otherwise, you can break one of your arms as atonement! "The burly man waved his hand, and without waiting for Nambrough to say anything, he said without turning his head," Stand down! "
Nambrough bowed respectfully once more and retreated step by step with his head lowered. Only when he reached the door did he turn around and leave with a trembling heart. As soon as he walked out of the black stone door, Nambrough immediately exhaled a breath of cold air. He realized that cold sweat had already covered his entire body without him realizing it.
"Mister Han Shuo, may I know where your race lives? Seeing that your martial skills are extremely special, I'm really curious. Just what kind of place can produce a powerful expert like you? " As they walked shoulder to shoulder towards the center of War Demon Valley, the level-three Raksha Qunoa smiled and began to beat around the bush.
Han Shuo looked around with a beaming smile all along the way. He never directly answered any of Qunoa's questions, and would only evade them. At this moment, just as he was about to find an excuse to dodge the question, his consciousness suddenly sensed an expert spying on him from the top of a majestic building ahead of him.
The master of War Demon Valley, Crosius, had successfully molded his Body of Element. With the help of Demon King Manticole, he had also successfully molded his Soul of Element. Even though they were separated by thousands of meters, Han Shuo's consciousness could still clearly sense the enormous aura.
Han Shuo raised his head to look at Crosius in the building ahead of him. The arrogance that a demonic arts cultivator should have had erupted uncontrollably. For some unknown reason, in the Carnal Realm, Han Shuo was extremely unaccustomed to any living being looking down on him.
Even if this living being was more powerful than he was, he still wouldn't allow it!
As soon as Han Shuo sensed Crosius's disdainful gaze, he no longer paid any attention to Qunoa, who had ulterior motives, and abruptly soared into the sky with the Art of the Demonic Ninth Heavens. In the space of two breaths, Han Shuo had already shaken off Qunoa, and stood proudly on the top of that majestic building. He stared directly into the eyes of that burly man with the body of a boulder.
"So, you are Han Shuo?" Crosius looked at Han Shuo up and down in a rather odd manner. He seemed to be surprised by Han Shuo's presumptuous behavior. He then added, "Other than Lord Manticole, any expert who comes to War Demon Valley, no matter how powerful, will have to climb up step by step from the first floor. This is my rule. Do you know that?"
"I don't care about rules or not. I don't like it when someone looks down on me from above, even if you are more powerful than me!" Even if he couldn't defeat this Crosius, Han Shuo was confident that he could escape unscathed. Therefore, Han Shuo was not afraid in the slightest.
Crosius stared at Han Shuo for a good while. His cold and arrogant gaze first had a few hints of interest. Soon after, Crosius nodded his head, put on an awkward smile, and said, "You have guts. Not a bad young man!"
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