"Hahaha …" Portlem threw his head back and laughed heartily. It was obvious that he did not take Han Shuo's threat seriously. "You should know that this is the City of Wraiths, my territory. No one will speak up for you today!" Portlem pointed at Han Shuo in an arrogant and haughty manner.
The House of Batchelder was extremely powerful in the City of Wraiths and Portlem was the favored young master of the House of Batchelder. On top of that, the Han family had declined. Portlem believed that even if he killed Han Shuo in the City of Wraiths, no one would say anything about it.
"Young Master, there is no need for you to take action against this arrogant fella. Leave it to us!" One of the highgods beside Portlem stepped forward and volunteered. He cultivated in the energy of earth and possessed early-stage highgod strength. He had a robust body and appeared to be very powerful.
"Young Master, he can't escape!" Another highgod cultivating in the energy of wind walked out from behind Portlem. He and the highgod cultivating in the energy of earth stood on either side of Han Shuo. Once Portlem gave the order, they would immediately attack.
In the City of Wraiths, Portlem did not have to worry about not having enough manpower. As a member of the House of Batchelder with the most potential, his future was limitless. Those highgods of the House of Batchelder had long regarded Portlem as the future patriarch of the House of Batchelder. Naturally, they would seize the opportunity to show off their abilities.
Han Shuo did not know whether to laugh or cry when he saw the two early-stage highgods approaching him with sneers on their faces.
The last time Han Shuo fought Portlem, Portlem's strength was similar to Han Shuo's. But after so many years, as Han Shuo's strength continued to grow exponentially, even overgod existences like Salas and Wasis were no longer worthy of his attention. And now, two mere early-stage highgods wanted to kill him!
"Portlem, oh, Portlem, it seems that you have stayed in the Death Dominion for too long. You have no idea what's going on here …" Han Shuo said in a mocking smile. He had fought Ralph in the City of Shadows and defeated him. If Portlem was truly paying attention to him, he should have known what's going on here. How is it any different from suicide for Portlem and his two highgods to stop me?
However, Han Shuo was wrong. It was not that Portlem did not know about the rumors from the City of Shadows. He just did not believe them.
"Hehe, are you talking about the time you defeated Ralph in the City of Shadows? Brian, only those who have not fought you will believe that you can defeat Ralph! I have only left the City of Shadows for a few years. Do you really think that you can make such rapid progress to the point of defeating Ralph? Haha, this is just a show put up by you and Wallace. The goal is to get you the position of Chief of the Fifth Corps. Do you really think that no one knows about this? "It was obvious that Portlem did not believe the rumors that he heard from the City of Shadows.
It was normal for him to misunderstand. On Elysium, it would take at least a hundred years for an early-stage highgod to make a breakthrough from early-stage to mid-stage highgod. Portlem felt that it was reasonable for Han Shuo to not be able to make a breakthrough that quickly. From his point of view, the rumors from the City of Shadows were just a farce orchestrated by himself and Wallace.
Han Shuo could not help but laugh. He shook his head and did not say anything else. He did not pay any attention to the two lesser highgods who were approaching him from either side of him. He walked towards the city gate where Portlem was in a relaxed and composed manner.
From the beginning to the end, Han Shuo did not even glance at the two overbearing highgods. He simply ignored them. It was as though in Han Shuo's eyes, the two highgods who were approaching him step by step did not exist and could not affect him in the slightest.
Han Shuo's arrogant attitude had thoroughly infuriated the two highgods who were approaching Han Shuo as though they were facing a formidable foe. Without waiting for Portlem's command, the two exchanged glances and suddenly pounced at Han Shuo. They had already released their domains of divinity to absorb the energy of earth and wind into their attacks.
An earth spear and a curved wind blade, containing the divine energy of earth and wind, whizzed towards Han Shuo's chest.
* Clang! *
The Spear of Earth and Blade of Wind stabbed into Han Shuo's chest, but didn't pass through as the two had expected. Instead, it was as if they'd stabbed into iron and stone, and an ear-piercing sound of metal clashing rang out.
Two tyrannical and ruthless energies suddenly surged towards the two highgods along with the earth spear and wind blade. The two highgods who were caught off guard were sent flying by the rebounding energies. The earth spear and wind blade shattered into pieces in midair!
Without even looking, with one thought, Han Shuo made a pulling motion with his two hands. Invisible energy was suddenly injected into the shattered Earth Spear and Wind Blade. The weapons that had fallen to the ground after shattering seemed to have come to life. They flew at an even faster speed towards the two highgods who were involuntarily thrown away.
* Pfft … *
The shattered earth spear and sewing fragments accurately pierced into the bodies of the two highgods. Fresh blood violently spurted out!
The earth spear and wind blade fragments did not stop there. Under the manipulation of an invisible energy, the fragments were like scissors that made crunching noises inside the bodies of the two highgods. It seemed as though the fragments were grinding the internal organs of the two highgods into pieces, inch by inch.
The two highgods did not die immediately. Amidst the bone-chilling crunching noises, the two were screaming, shrieking, and crying …
* Thud! *
The two finally landed on the ground. Blood splattered everywhere. The moment they landed, the two seemed to have exhausted all of their life force. Their wild howls and howls suddenly quieted down. Other than the gurgling of blood from their bodies, there was no other sound.
With one thought, Han Shuo exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. The grayish mass of air, like an astonishingly viscous paste, swirled above the two corpses and gently carried the two souls back into Han Shuo's body.
After entering the Skybreak Realm in demonic arts, Han Shuo's control of energy had reached the acme of perfection. It was so exquisite that he could use a trace of demonic yuan to separate a cell from another person's body. Using energy to restrain a person's soul had become even more effortless and effortless.
In but an instant, the two highgods who had charged at Han Shuo to the brim with energy met a tragic end on the spot. The despairing cries of the two did not stop with their deaths. They lingered on the divine guards of the House of Batchelder in the surroundings.
Suddenly, a divine guard at the city gate took a step back and declared his stance. He said to Portlem, "The grudge between you and him has nothing to do with us!" Then, he instructed his subordinate, "Open the city gate!"
This divine guard was a subordinate of City Lord Talbot. Previously, as he wasn't sure of Han Shuo's strength, under Portlem's persuasion, he agreed to close the city gate so that he could settle the grudge between him and Han Shuo. But when he saw Han Shuo effortlessly kill the two highgods of the House of Batchelder, he immediately realized how foolish his decision was. He hastily declared his stance, hoping to avoid a conflict with Han Shuo.
Han Shuo paid no heed to the divine guard's stance. To him, no matter what stance the divine guard took, he would not be able to stop him from leaving the City of Wraiths.
Han Shuo wore a faint, mocking smile on his face as he looked at the stunned Portlem. He shook his head, let out a soft sigh, and said helplessly, "How pitiful. You didn't even know what's going on. You actually tried to kill me with two mediocre characters. Haha, Portlem, you are truly naive …"
Portlem was indeed stunned. The two highgods were killed so easily. Their deaths were not heroic and worthless. But Han Shuo appeared so relaxed. It was as though killing two highgods was easier than stepping on two ants. Portlem did not even see the slightest sign of strain on Han Shuo's body!
What did this mean? It meant that Han Shuo's strength was more than a realm higher than that of the two highgods!
Only an expert like his father who had attained late-stage highgod strength could so effortlessly kill two early-stage highgod experts!
"So … the rumors were true …" Portlem's face was filled with bitterness. He suddenly realized that compared to Han Shuo, he, the so-called 'genius' of the Batchelder Family of the City of Wraiths, was not even worth mentioning!
"Sometimes, you have to accept your fate!" Han Shuo wore a faint smile on his face as he unhurriedly walked to Portlem. He mercilessly attacked with his giant hand of the void!
An invisible energy as heavy as Mount Tai landed on Portlem's body. Crisp sounds of bones breaking could be heard. Portlem's spine and leg bones were bent abnormally. His entire body was crushed by the enormous force and exploded.
Those who seek revenge must be prepared to be killed. Han Shuo had never been a soft-hearted person when it came to his enemies. When Portlem dared to plot against Phoebe, Emily, and the other ladies, his fate was sealed. Even if Portlem did not come looking for him, Han Shuo would have sent someone to kill him when he recalled the incident.
Han Shuo understood that if a person like Portlem was not killed, he would sooner or later become a scourge to the Han family! Given Han Shuo's strength, he was not afraid of the vengeance of a character like Portlem. However, at present, Phoebe, Emily, and the others did not have the strength to protect themselves. If a character like Portlem wanted to take revenge at all costs, the power he could muster would be terrifying.
After keeping Portlem's divine soul, Han Shuo swept a glance at the House of Batchelder divine guards who were trembling in fear. He calmly said, "You should all know who I am. Hehe, send a message to your Patriarch. Tell him that I am going to Witherbone City. If he wants revenge, he can come!"
Those House of Batchelder divine guards abruptly took a step back after hearing Han Shuo's words. They kept a safe distance from Han Shuo as though they were afraid that Han Shuo would attack them.
The city gate was quickly opened before Han Shuo. The divine guards who were in charge of entering and exiting the city tactfully made way for Han Shuo. They watched as Han Shuo swaggered out of the City of Wraiths.
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