As the crowd looked on, Qunoa led Han Shuo to the most magnificent building in War Demon Valley. Hemanna and Sylph were flushed with happiness when they saw Han Shuo being invited to meet Crosius by Qunoa, a very influential figure in War Demon Valley.
As Han Shuo walked past Sylph, he smiled and gave her a slightly amorous wink before saying, "Remember, both you and Hemanna are my women. Wait for me!"
Sylph was not upset by the fact that Han Shuo had said this in front of all those watching eyes. She nodded shyly and replied in a low voice, "Okay."
Han Shuo laughed with great satisfaction, "Good, I like that!"
"Our friend here is indeed a romantic. As long as you are willing to stay in our War Demon Valley, you could easily get any woman you want, even Lord Crosius' beloved daughter would not be difficult." Qunoa laughed, then teased, "I think she already agrees!"
"Uncle, stop it! That's nonsense!" a young lady with a pair of white wings and a face as beautiful as an angel's coyly objected. She was standing behind Han Shuo in the crowd.
Han Shuo stared blankly for a moment before turning to look at the beautiful lady floating in the crowd. He had not expected the lady to be the daughter of Crosius. Remembering the warning she had given earlier, he tried to perform the etiquette of the Abyss realm, but did so in a very clumsy manner, revealed a brilliant smile, and said, "Thank you for the warning back there."
"You're welcome. If you decide to stay in War Demon Valley, I hope you can give me some martial arts instruction. From the battle just now, I witnessed many magic techniques. They were truly amazing!" said the angel lady.
"Hahaha, the War Demon Valley is a great place. Unless something unexpected happens, I think I will stay here. You can look for me whenever you have the time," Han Shuo invited. He finally turned to look at Brakyah, who was still lying paralysed on the ground, as his expression turned completely fierce in a split second and said, "Brakyah, you are no match for me. Let me make a suggestion - know your place or you will end up dead!"
The moment he finished his sentence, he turned away from Brakyah's ugly-looking face and said softly to Qunoa, "Sorry to keep you waiting. Let's go."
"Don't worry about it! Let's go!" Qunoa replied with a smile. He led Han Shuo towards the largest structure in the War Demon Valley.
After a few steps, Qunoa turned his head and glanced at Brakyah, who had finally reassembled his body. As their gazes met, Qunoa shook his head slightly, seeming to tell Brakyah to abandon any thoughts of retaliation against Han Shuo.
Brakyah regained his footing and stared at Han Shuo with his cold eyes as he moved further away, then glanced at Hemanna and Sylph for a while. In a deep voice, he said to his subordinates, "We're leaving."
When Han Shuo left, Hemanna and Sylph felt a sense of uncertainty in their hearts. However, when they thought about Han Shuo's mighty performance earlier, they, along with the many others who were watching, realised that Brakyah wouldn't do anything to them in this place.
Moreover, as long as Han Shuo was alive, Brakyah would not dare to harm any of them. If Brakyah were to provoke Han Shuo any further, there was no way he would make it out alive with what little strength he had left. So even though the ladies felt uncomfortable when Brakyah's sinister gaze landed on them, they weren't too afraid. They both put on arrogant faces and didn't look Brakyah in the eye.
"Hmph! I'm going to kill you two bitches sooner or later!" Brakyah shouted menacingly before turning and jumping onto his giant demon-faced spider, leaving the area with his few remaining minions.
All those in his path spontaneously stepped aside to make way. They didn't dare look at him with contempt or mockery, on the contrary, they bowed their heads in silence, somewhat fearfully. They would mock Brakyah's incompetence in their hearts, but not out loud.
A Raksha who had lost a battle was still a Raksha! In the realm of the Abyss, where one's life could be taken on the slightest pretext, it was imperative not to provoke the other. Otherwise, they would only be courting death!
With all the action over, the crowd gradually dispersed. After such an affair, the animosity between Hemanna and Sylph was mostly gone. The two exchanged glances with somewhat complicated expressions before they mingled with the crowd and left.
On the top floor of the largest building in the centre of War Demon Valley, a muscular man with sharp thorns protruding from his head to his toes stood with a boorish but determined appearance. He had a pair of deep grey eyes that contrasted with his tough demeanour.
This seemingly unshakable man surveyed the populace below. Behind him, Nambrough, the commander of the Shero Regiment, knelt on one knee, daring not to move a muscle.
"Are you sure he is not a spy for Venomfang Castle?" the brawny man said in a deep voice, without turning his head. His voice was deep, powerful and resonant.
"My lord, he has killed hundreds of men from Venomfang Castle. I believe he is not a spy sent by Venomfang Castle. Moreover, this man practices unique martial arts techniques that are completely foreign to all known cultivation methods. Perhaps, as he said, he really does come from an ancient race that has been shunned by the world," Nambrough replied cautiously, his head resting on his knees. He dared not raise his head to look at the muscular man.
"An ancient race shunned by the world? Haha, how many ancient and remote races are there? With the sudden appearance of a miraculous space-time tunnel at Venomfang Castle, many experts have gone to take a look at it. Now, this person suddenly appears and even possesses extraordinary strength. It would be a miracle if there wasn't anything wrong with him," the brawny man groaned coldly. His deep eyes gradually turned to Han Shuo as he emerged from the crowd, revealing a pensive expression.
"Your Lordship, how about we capture him first!" Nambrough, who had been very friendly with Han Shuo, suddenly suggested.
"Imbecile!" the burly man groaned before continuing in a deep voice, "Apart from the fact that I have yet to clarify his origins, what if he is a spy from Venomfang Castle? Do you think he alone can overthrow the War Demon Valley?"
"Your Lordship is indeed wiser! Much wiser!" said the terrified Nambrough, his heart pounding like a storm at sea and his head bowed. He dared not make any more stupid suggestions.
"Hmph, if he really is a capable talent and willing to stay in War Demon Valley, then I will not investigate your failed expedition this time. If not, cut off one of your arms yourself as atonement!" The muscular man waved his hand and said, without even turning his head, "You're dismissed!"
Nambrough bowed again, respectfully. He walked backwards with his head down, turning only when he was just outside the door. As soon as he stepped out of the huge black stone doors, Nambrough immediately exhaled. He discovered that his entire body was drenched in cold sweat.
"Mister Han Shuo, where is your race now? Your martial arts are extraordinary. I really wonder what kind of place could produce an expert as powerful as you!" As they walked shoulder to shoulder towards the building in the centre of War Demon Valley, Qunoa, a level three Raksha, began to question Han Shuo with a smile.
All along the way, Han Shuo just looked around and smiled, never answering any of Qunoa's questions directly. He would only respond with excuses and beat around the bush. As he did so, his consciousness suddenly sensed an expert at the top of the magnificent building staring at him.
The master of the War Demon Valley, Crosius, had successfully moulded an Elemental Body. With the help of the great demon king Manticole, he also managed to form a Soul of Element. This made his presence so incredibly large that even though there were a few thousand metres between him and Han Shuo, Han Shuo's consciousness could still clearly sense him.
Han Shuo lifted his head to look at Crosius inside the building in front of him. The arrogance that most demonic arts cultivators possessed suddenly erupted. For some reason, after entering the carnal realm, Han Shuo was extremely displeased when any living being looked at him with such a gaze.
Even if the being was more powerful than him!
After feeling Crosius' disdainful gaze, Han Shuo stopped answering Qunoa's questions. Suddenly, Han Shuo activated the Art of the Demonic Ninth Heaven and shot into the sky. After a short moment, he had left Qunoa far behind and was standing proudly at the top of the building, facing the man with the muscular body and deep eyes.
"You are Han Shuo?" Crosius looked at Han Shuo somewhat strangely, seemingly surprised by his impertinent and brazen behaviour. Crosius then continued, "Except for Lord Manticole himself, any expert who enters my War Demon Valley, regardless of his strength, must walk all the way up here, step by step. This is my rule, were you unaware of it?"
"I don't give a damn about your rules! I don't like people staring down at me from above. I won't allow it even if you are stronger than me!" Han Shuo said firmly, without the slightest sign of fear. Even if he could not defeat Crosius in a fight, he was confident that he would at least escape unscathed, hence his cockiness.
Crosius' gaze was fixed on Han Shuo. His cold, distant and arrogant gaze showed a hint of amusement this time. He nodded his head, revealing an awkward, faint smile, and said, "Courageous! A fine young man!"
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