Chapter 620: The Decisive Battle! The Final Negotiation!

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

"Your Majesty, I understand what you're saying. The mountain springs will run out one day, but when
will that day come? Ten days from now? A month? Maybe longer? What if it is ten days or a month?"

Dalun Ruozan appeared calm, but even the nearby messenger could hear the shaking in his voice.

Geluofeng had nothing to say.

What a frightening youth!

As Geluofeng looked up at the gushing water, he suddenly understood something. This was a show of
power, a silent pressure. And he had to admit that Wang Chong had truly succeeded.

He could take the risk, but Ü-Tsang and Mengshe Zhao could not wait.

"Great Minister is correct. We cannot wait!"

A voice came from the side. Duan Gequan's voice had decided things once and for all.

Bwoooom!

The blaring of a yak horn sounded across the skies. After three days, thick smoke once more began to
rise from the base of the mountain as the entirety of the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army gathered.

The dark clouds of war once more clamored over the earth!
This was yet another battle between the Great Tang and Mengshe–Ü-Tsang forces, and it was certain to
be the last. This time, no one could retreat. They would fight until death or victory, until the final soldier,
until they bled the last drop of blood… the decisive battle!

……

Bongbongbong!

The thundering of a drum rose up from the mountain, followed by a second, a third, a fourth… The
sounds of drumming gradually spread over the mountain like drops of rain, spreading as far as one
hundred li.

The dark clouds of war began to writhe and roil.

The remaining sixty thousand soldiers of the Great Tang's southwest whirred to life like some massive
war machine.

This war of the southwest had left all sides, whether Tang, Mengshe Zhao, or Ü-Tsang, extremely
fatigued. Their strength was far from what it had been at the start.

The Great Tang had experienced a severe water shortage.

The Tibetans had experienced a severe food shortage and then been troubled by diarrhea.

But even so, the air was even tenser than it had been on the first day. Whether it was Ü-Tsang, Mengshe
Zhao, or the Great Tang, all sides were well aware that this conflict over the southwest involving three
countries had finally come to an end.

There would be no more probes or battles. This would be the! Final! Battle!

"Young Master Wang, before we begin the battle, can I ask you a question?"
In front of the dense ranks of the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army, two ornate golden chariots stood. Dalun
Ruozan and Huoshu Huicang stood in one of them, while in the other stood Geluofeng and Duan
Gequan.

Dalun Ruozan and Huoshu Huicang stood slightly in front, Geluofeng and Duan Gequan slightly behind!

Unlike their first meeting, Dalun Ruozan had put down his feather fan. He was no longer as easygoing as
he was on that first day, and he was now even more sincere and calm. Both sides had used every
method at their disposal, and Dalun Ruozan had nothing more to say.

Wang Chong was a suitable opponent!

And he was a powerful foe, one who could sit on the same level.

In his heart, Dalun Ruozan had already put aside his age and was treating him as an existence similar to
himself!

"Great Minister, please speak!"

On the summit, Wang Yan stood calmly in front of the banner, Wang Yan and Xianyu Zhongtong
standing to his left and right, and the rest of the Great Tang generals behind them.

With this last and decisive battle, all the commanders and high-ranking generals of the Great Tang stood
together, in a distant standoff with the high-ranking generals of the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army.

At this stage of the battle, all of them had understood something.

This would be the final such conversation held between the two sides!

"At seventeen years of age, no one can reach the level of military strategy that Young Master has
achieved. The resolve, breadth of mind, daring, foresight… these are all not things someone of this age
should have. Dalun Ruozan believes himself to be well-read in all the classics of the Central Plains,
knowing all of them by heart. In this aspect, few can compare. But Dalun Ruozan has never seen
anything like Young Master's art of war.

"Before the decisive battle, does Young Master mind saying where Young Master learned this art of war
from?"

Dalun Ruozan looked up to the summit, his voice resounding through the sky.

Wang Chong's appearance was like a comet streaking across the sky, appearing out of nowhere and
completely altering the course of the war. He had dragged the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army away from its
certain victory and brought it to this point.

And the art of war he utilized was itself an enigma. No one could match the strategies and insights he
had revealed, and they served to wrap his body in a befuddling fog.

Just what sort of person could raise this sort of disciple? Where had this understanding of military
thought come from?

All these questions formed a fog that had lain thick over Dalun Ruozan's heart from the start of this
battle until the very end.

Dalun Ruozan had no hope of hearing an answer, but he was surprised.

"Let me answer this question for you."

A thunderous voice came from beside Wang Chong. Xianyu Zhongtong had volunteered to speak.

"Dalun Ruozan, you are a renowned minister of Ü-Tsang and a veteran general of the southwest, so you
should have heard of this name, right?"

"What?"
Dalun Ruozan's heart sank as countless gazes accompanied him in turning to Xianyu Zhongtong.

"The Great Tang's Su Zhengchen! That person is Young Master Wang's true master!"

Boom!

The name of Su Zhengchen was like a thunderclap exploding over everyone's heads. Dalun Ruozan,
Huoshu Huicang, and Geluofeng, these three powerhouses of the south, all paled. Even Duan Gequan's
face turned completely white, his body clearly beginning to tremble.

"This is impossible!"

Dalun Ruozan's eyes went wide as he looked incredulously up at the summit. This news was far more
concerning to him than the war of the southwest.

Su Zhengchen was a nightmarish existence for the people of the Tibetan Plateau. When Dalun Ruozan
was just a child, he had heard of this name.

If Wang Zhongsi was the Great Tang's War God who struck fear in the hearts of all the people of the
Tibetan Plateau, someone who even made the Tsenpo restless and uneasy, then Su Zhengchen was an
even more terrifying existence, the Demon King of the Central Plains!

The terrifying legends of Su Zhengchen had been passed on through generation after generation of Ü-
Tsang, growing only more dreadful with time.

This person had left the deepest brands of terror on the Tibetan Plateau. His story could even be traced
back to the Tsenpo of several generations ago.

This was an existence that everyone would pale at when they spoke of him. Even the mere mention of
his name would unsettle them.
"Su Zhengchen died several decades ago, so how could he get a disciple?"

Dalun Ruozan's instinctive reaction was disbelief, that Xianyu Zhongtong was lying.

"That's right! I spent almost ten years in the capital, and I heard that the Su Estate went extinct long
ago," a voice added in from the side. "Su Zhengchen had no descendants, and its gate hasn't opened in
decades. Even the ministers of court say that Su Zhengchen is dead, so where would another Su
Zhengchen come from?" The one who found this news most impossible was Fengjiayi. As a child, he had
been a hostage in the capital, so he knew all the secrets of that place.

Fengjiayi could never believe that Wang Chong was War God Su Zhengchen's successor.

"Hahaha, Dalun Ruozan, I've given you the answer you wanted. As for whether you want to believe it,
that's up to you. But there is one thing I have to tell you: Senior Su is still alive. The capital has already
confirmed this fact without a doubt."

Xianyu Zhongtong heartily laughed.

After all the time he had spent in the southwest, he was well aware of how much Ü-Tsang feared Su
Zhengchen, so how could he relinquish this chance to worsen the Tibetan morale?

"…In addition, Dalun Ruozan, who else do you think besides Senior Su Zhengchen would be a suitable
master for a student like Young Master Wang?"

The base of the mountain was eerily quiet. Dalun Ruozan, Huoshu Huicang, Geluofeng, and Duan
Gequan were all quiet.

He was right!

Wang Chong was only a seventeen-year-old boy, but his grasp of the art of war was enough for him to
stand on the level of Dalun Ruozan, or perhaps even surpass him. No normal person could be his master.
But with Su Zhengchen in the mix, if one claimed that Su Zhengchen was Wang Chong's master, then all
the pieces would fit.

"Young Master Wang has a renowned master, truly worthy of Dalun Ruozan's admiration. But I have a
phrase that I wonder if Young Master is willing to hear?"

Dalun Ruozan took two steps forward.

"Great Minister can say whatever he wishes," Wang Chong said with a faint smile.

Both sides had already used all their cards. No matter what sort of scheme Dalun Ruozan had now, it
would be useless.

"Young Master is truly a talented individual, and not even Dalun Ruozan can compare to your grasp of
the art of war, and at such a young age. Alas, your heart is too vicious. I hear that the Great Tang rules
with benevolence and filial piety, and that the Confucians propose ruling through ceremony. By doing
such a thing, is Young Master not worried about retribution?"

With these final words, Dalun Ruozan's eyes constricted, his eyes shining with the light of loathing. In
this war, Wang Chong had actually dispatched a group of soldiers to the plateau to spread the plague.

The lands of the Ngari Royal Lineage were now a living hell, covered in corpses and ruined tribes. An
unprecedented disaster was currently creeping over the plateau.

And this plague was still spreading, with no one knowing when it would ever end.

Even Dalun Ruozan was inwardly shocked at the ruthlessness, resolve, and boldness that Wang Chong
had showed. And these massive losses made Dalun Ruozan clench his teeth in hatred. It was quite the
show of self-restraint to only voice this question now.

To his surprise, Wang Chong smiled at this question.

"The righteous do not grasp for wealth, and the kind do not command soldiers," Wang Chong declared.
"As long as I can win this war, what do I care if I suffer the retribution Great Minister speaks of?"

Ministers did not seek wealth and generals did not mind death. Dalun Ruozan was still looking down on
him. If he cared about his safety, well-being, or reputation, he would not have expended all his fortune,
rushed across a thousand li, and thrown himself into this war in which he was bound to be hopelessly
outnumbered.

When he left the capital, he had harbored no hopes of coming back alive. Dalun Ruozan was speaking to
him of benevolence, Confucianism, and retribution, but what meaning did these things have to Wang
Chong?

A general had to support the ruler and repay the kindness of the people. If one cared about reputation,
how could one be a general?

The blustery winds caused the banner to snap in the air. Wang Chong stood beneath the banner, his
expression clear and fearless. For a moment, even Dalun Ruozan was transfixed by this expression.

He had imagined all sorts of possible reactions, but he had never imagined that Wang Chong would be
so composed and easygoing.

Chapter 621: The Decisive Battle! The Final Battle!

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

"For some reason, I suddenly feel that you're right."

Huoshu Huicang's eyebrow rose as he looked to the summit.

"If we can't kill him in this battle, this person will become a great trouble for us."
Dalun Ruozan had once said that even if they had to let the entire Annan Protectorate army go, they had
to kill Wang Chong. At the start, Huoshu Huicang had not treated this proposition very seriously, but at
this moment, his view of Wang Chong had completely reversed.

In comparison to that callousness and cruelty he had shown just now, his intelligence and mastery of the
art of war were secondary. Even Huoshu Huicang had been deeply affected by this display.

If this person were allowed to mature and receive official power, he was certain to be a mortal affliction
that could threaten the livelihood of the Ü-Tsang Empire, an existence on par with Wang Zhongsi and Su
Zhengchen.

"Since this is the case, we can't let him leave alive," Dalun Ruozan said, a cold glint in his eyes.

"Young Master Wang, there is no benefit in further chatter. Let us meet on the battlefield."

With these final words, Dalun Ruozan waved his feather fan. The chariot quickly turned around and
vanished into the dense ranks of the army.

Meanwhile, Geluofeng and Duan Gequan stood together, both giving a profound glance at the summit
before following Dalun Ruozan.

"Prepare for battle."

On the summit, Wang Chong coldly watched Dalun Ruozan and Geluofeng vanish. With a wave of his
sleeve, he headed back.

Bong bong!!

As the drums began to thunder, the atmosphere suddenly turned tense. The Great Tang, the Tibetans,
and the Mengshe Zhao all began to exude a fierce fighting intent.
This battle was bound to be extremely cruel, and many people were bound to fall on this mountain,
never to rise again.

This was a battle for survival.

No one could retreat, and everyone had to fight for themselves!

……

"It's finally begun."

In the center of the vast Mengshe Zhao army, a pair of eyes hidden in the shadows quietly watched the
summit.

"Gequan, it will depend on you."

Geluofeng turned to that stalwart figure beside him, hope and anticipation in his eyes.

"Others might be able to lose, but our Mengshe Zhao cannot. The Tibetans have already been defeated,
so we can only rely on ourselves."

The plague had completely disordered Dalun Ruozan's mind, but Geluofeng had not said this in front of
Dalun Ruozan. Mengshe Zhao had nowhere to go and had already paid a great price of many soldiers. If
they had to retreat in defeat, Mengshe Zhao would never be able to recover from the setback.

This was a price that no one could bear!

Neither Geluofeng nor Duan Gequan felt it possible to back out from this battle.

"This battle truly was my blunder. I didn't think that the child from the Wang Clan would be this
formidable. But be at ease, Your Majesty—I have already grasped that child's weakness. Everything has
already been arranged. No matter what, that child will never be able to leave alive. The history of the
Annan Protectorate army will come to a close today."

Duan Gequan's voice was very soft, so soft that anyone who was just a little far away wouldn't be able
to hear a word.

"Gequan, I pass the fate of Mengshe Zhao to you. We believe in you!"

Geluofeng patted Duan Gequan on the shoulder and left.

……

Bwoooom!

The rows of yak horns began to blare. The earth began to rumble at this signal to attack, the tens of
thousands of Mengshe Zhao soldiers and Tibetan cavalry charging toward the mountain in a great wave.

Unlike the first time, everyone knew what they were facing, and they knew what fate awaited them.
With nowhere else to go, everyone was putting in their all.

"Kiiiill!"

No one knew who gave the first roar, but thousands quickly followed, the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army
unleashing a fierce shout that could tear down mountains and sunder the earth.

"Get ready!"

On the mountain, the outermost perimeter of the Tang lines began to raise their large shields, the cold
light of the sun reflecting off them. The sixty thousand soldiers began to move according to some set
rule, and a somber energy began to rise.
Although the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army, numbering three hundred thousand soldiers, still far
outnumbered the sixty thousand Tang soldiers, the Annan Protectorate army gave off the feeling of a
most cold and terrifying machine.

This machine had already ground two hundred thousand soldiers to death, and it was about to kill even
more.

This was Wang Chong's Myriad Stars Formation!

Boom!

Countless Mengshe Zhao and Tibetan warriors charged in from every direction. There was no attempt to
test the defenses, no vanguard. The Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army had committed its entire force from the
very start.

"Kill! We've already torn down half their walls! If we reach the summit, their loss will be assured."

"Don't be afraid. We outnumber them, and they've basically used up all their ballista bolts and arrows."

"White Elephant Corps, forward! Break their defenses and we win!"

"Carry out a combined assault and tear down their steel walls! Make a path for the Tibetan cavalry!"

"His Majesty has ordered that anyone who retreats will be killed and their entire clan executed!"

……

All the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang soldiers showed red eyes and bulging veins as they charged up the mountain,
brandishing sabers, spears, swords, and halberds.

Boom!
Wang Chong stepped forward, and the air reverberated as invisible ripples began to spread from the
summit. The level-three Bane of the Battlefield Halo wound itself around all the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang
soldiers like countless chains.

In an instant, all the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang soldiers felt their strength drop three levels. Wang Chong's Bane
of the Battlefield was already enough to alter the course of a battle.

Bang! A right foot stomped against the ground, the impact causing the ground to quake.

To deal with Wang Chong's terrifying Bane of the Battlefield Halo, Huoshu Huicang was finally forced to
release his halo of the Saint Martial realm. A dazzling golden light swept through the army like a
hurricane, shrouding his entire army.

If one looked down from the sky, one would see the steely halos of the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army flicker
between light and shadow, recovering from the extreme dimness but still unable to reach their original
level.

The power of the Saint Martial realm rested in terrifying strength and martial skills. However, one could
easily imagine the threat of the Bane of the Battlefield Halo that it required Huoshu Huicang, an Ü-Tsang
Great General, to use his own abilities to weaken it.

"Fire!"

Far in the rear of the army, a messenger swung down a flag. "Graaar!" The giants of the Skyquaking
Army roared as they lifted up massive rocks and placed them on the siege weapons.

Bang bang bang!

The mechanisms were released, unleashing a wave of stones against the mountain. More of these rocks
were piled up next to these siege weapons, carpeting the ground.
In the several days without battle, the Skyquaking Giants from Sindhu, raised by Ü-Tsang and the
Abbasid Caliphate, had played the role of stonemasons under the supervision of Mengshe Zhao.

Their massive strength was perfect for cutting up rocks.

In these last few days, the Skyquaking Giants had managed to gather a large pile of stones for the siege
weapons.

Boom! A boulder toppled over one of the steel walls. Horses neighed and people looked up at the
incoming barrage: one, two, three… Massive boulders descended in an endless shower.

"Careful!"

Screams could be heard all over the mountain as the soldiers attempted to dodge. However, after just a
few moments, figures began to leap into the air and shatter these rocks into powder.

"Old Eagle, have Generals Sun Liuyue, Luo Ji, and Lin Wushou come over. Have them deal with the
Skyquaking Giant's rain of stones."

As he spoke, Wang Chong handed over three Wootz Steel swords.

The stones were plummeting from the sky with enormous power. If one relied on pure strength to
smash against them, one would consume a great deal of energy. But Wootz Steel swords were different.
These weapons could easily cut the stones apart, allowing the user to conserve energy while still dealing
with the threat.

"Order the ballista soldiers to get ready to attack!"

Wang Chong's eyes coldly flashed as he continued to issue orders.

"Yes!"
A messenger quickly left.

In the last major battle, the Annan Protectorate army had paid the price of twenty thousand soldiers
and the destruction of its water supply, while the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army had consumed an enormous
amount of resources to dismantle nearly half of the steel walls on the mountain.

With so much ground opened up, there was now plenty of space to use ballistae.

"Archers, stand ready!"

Wang Chong's eyes shone with an icy light as he stared down the mountain. Stones were continuing to
rain down from the sky, but Wang Chong remained calm and composed, acting as though none of this
was related to him.

One hundred paces, fifty paces, thirty paces, ten paces…

At the base of the mountain, the black flood of steel that was the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army was getting
closer and closer, faster and faster. Finally…

Boom!

The tens of thousands of Mengshe–Ü-Tsang soldiers crashed against the Annan Protectorate army's final
defensive line. In this moment, the entire mountain trembled.

"Archers, first unit, two hundred fifty paces to the left!

"Archers, second unit, five hundred sixty paces to the right!

"Archers, third unit, fire straight ahead!"

……
Wang Chong shouted out a string of orders. The archer units had used up more than half of their arrows,
leaving them with little ammunition.

Wang Chong had to be careful with every order and maximize the effectiveness of each volley.

"Uncle Chen, Xu Shiping, go and reinforce the southeast. You have to stop Longqinba no matter what!

"Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, I leave Senior Zhang Shouzhi to you. No harm is allowed to come to him!

"Messenger, inform General Yang that there are no more soldiers available on the mountain. We don't
have enough shield soldiers. No matter what, he has to hold! I don't care what price he has to pay, but
he can't let the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army break through there!

"Order General Zhang and General Duan to merge their forces. Saber and axe soldiers, get ready to
receive my order!

"Myriad Stars Formation, get ready to move!"

……

With this last order, the last sixty thousand soldiers of the Annan Protectorate army began to work like
some revolving machines, sweeping up the surrounding Mengshe–Ü-Tsang soldiers and swallowing
them.

GDK 585: Die Once More!

If it wasn’t for the Primordius Dragon cutting Han Shuo off the interplanar portal, he would have killed
Adele five years ago. Who knew that in just five years, that Adele who looked nothing remarkable would
be able to cause such a huge disturbance in Brettel City. This was indeed nothing Han Shuo had
foreseen.
From the narration of Stratholme, Jack, and others, Han Shuo quickly got a look at the current situation.
His strength having soared to such a level, Han Shuo basically took no threat in Profound Continent to
heart.

Han Shuo expanded his consciousness and took a tour around Brettel City. He sensed the shrine of the
spider goddess Rose almost immediately.

At the summit of Mount Silk was a temple. A number of believers were worshipping a mysterious carved
statue of the spider goddess Rose at the center of the temple.

Some of the believers wearing black gowns were piously prostrating themselves before this statue of
spider goddess Rose, offering their devout faith. An exquisite and elegant lady with purple hair stood
coldly before the spider goddess’ statue. She was sprinkling specks of sinister light onto those believers
kowtowing ahead with her hand.

During the time of war, ordinary people at the bottommost strata of the society needed someone to put
their faith in. Adele, who claimed herself to be Han Shuo’s woman, gained the trust of Emily, Phoebe
and the others through extraordinary means. Even Lawrence held her in high regard. Under her
publicizing, spider goddess Rose became the one that many citizens of Brettel City surrendered their
faith to.

This temple on the summit of Mount Silk was currently the largest house of worship within the borders
of Brettel City. As spider goddess Rose had revealed her miracles several times in recent years, each and
every one of her believers became most willing and motivated to preach her religion, taking their own
initiatives to persuade the commoners around them to place their faith in spider goddess Rose.

Inside the restricted area at the back of the temple, Adele, who had changed her identity, was sitting
cross-legged at the center of a spiderweb-shaped magical matrix. There was an intense element of
darkness around her. She wore a solemn expression, indistinct dark radiances glimmering off her.

Suddenly, an intense palpitation rose from her heart. It was as though a terrible danger was descending
from the sky.

After five years, through her own great effort and the generosity of the spider goddess, Adele was now a
demigod expert. Inside Brettel City, by relying on her special identity, she acquired close relations with
important characters at Han Shuo’s side, hence becoming an extraordinary existence. She believed that
within Brettel City, no one could threaten her.

“What’s going on?” puzzled, Adele gently opened her eyes and mumbled to herself.

As soon as she opened her eyes, the spider webs around her disappeared into her body. There was an
enormous spider web that enveloped the empty temple hall. A few shadows that had been lingering at
the top of the spider web slid down effortlessly. Five ladies with blank, empty eyes appeared.

“Your Holiness, any instructions?” one of the ladies inquired in a dull, lifeless tone.

“Nothing. I just feel somewhat uneasy,” Adele calmly replied with a frown. Every time she saw these
wooden faces, she got a feeling of fright and unease. However, she understood deep in her heart that
she needed these assistants who seemed to have appeared out of thin air.

“With us here, no one can harm you. You just need to do the things that you should do, and nothing will
happen to you,” that leading lady said in a lifeless voice.

“When will the Goddess bestow me with more energy?”

“When each and every citizen of Brettel City wholly acknowledges the existence of the Goddess; when
all their power of faith belongs to the Goddess, you will be bestowed with more energy,” the lady
replied in the same dull tone.

A cold voice suddenly sounded from outside the temple, “You will never ever get that chance!” The next
moment, a majestic figure could be seen walking in step by step.

“Bryan! It’s you! It’s really you!” Adele cried out in surprise. With resentment filling her eyes, she started
to shriek rather hysterically, “You are alive, you’re actually still alive! Good, very good! Hahaha!”

Watching Adele chuckle, Han Shuo replied with a heart of ice, “What? Why have you stopped your
masquerading all so suddenly?”
“Back then, I concealed my real identity only because I couldn’t kill you. But now, you will be dead
without a doubt. So what for should I continue pretendin’?” Adele resentfully glared at Han Shuo. A
familiar aura reappeared from her body. She continued word by word, “Everything I have done is to
make you pay the price!”

“Merely by yourself?” Han Shuo sneered while looking coldly at Adele.

“Not me,” Adele took in a deep breath before pointing at the ladies around him and said, “It’s them!”

While Adele was talking, the five ladies with pale faces and vacant eyes had unknowingly surrounded
Han Shuo. The aura of darkness started to emanate from their bodies.

All five of these ladies cultivated in the element of darkness, possessing at least demi-god strength. Han
Shuo could sense a trace of the sinister divine energy that came from spider goddess Rose on the five of
them.

Han Shuo nodded and callously said, “No wonder even Stratholme the old monster has misgivings. So it
turns out it’s these few fellas who are present by your side.”

“Are you frightened? Haha!” Adele sure looked beautiful when she laughed, but her eyes were filled
with rancor as she stared fixedly at Han Shuo and continued, “How wonderful it is that you are still alive.
Now I get to watch you die a slow death!”

Five years ago, Han Shuo came to possess demigod strength when he cultivated his demonic arts to the
Carnal Realm. With each rise of realm in demonic arts, one’s strength would increase by tens or even
hundreds of times. Han Shuo who was at Nine Changes realm currently didn’t have a clear
understanding as to where his actual strength stood. But clearly, Han Shuo did not feel the slightest
danger from being encircled by the five ladies.

In Han Shuo’s eyes, those seemingly lifeless ladies were just the same as ants. He could pinch them to
death at will.
“Well, let’s not waste time, shall we?” Han Shuo said coldly. At the next moment, ruthless, sinister
energy suddenly erupted from his body. The five expressionless ladies that surrounded Han Shuo in the
middle gently trembled.

It was absolutely smooth and easy to slaughter existences with strength classes lower. When the
ruthless, sinister energy was released from Han Shuo’s two hands, exploding noises sounded from
around him and a few trails of bloody lights flashed in the gloomy hall. The five ladies, who couldn’t
even react to the attack, had truly turned into lifeless bodies.

After spreading the Demonic Blades, the cold, incisive blades arrived next to the smooth skin on Adele’s
neck. Han Shuo looked coldly at the appalled Adele and said, “Five years ago, I could easily finish you.
Five years later, you still have not the slightest chance against me. All the effort you have put in has
been for a foreordained ending – die once more!”

“No! I cannot accept this!” Adele started to shriek as though she had gone mad. Her pair of resentful
eyes glared at Han Shuo as she said, “How? How did you become so strong? How is it that the servants
meticulously cultivated by the Goddess have no ability to resist whatsoever?”

Perhaps Adele had taken too much shock, she paid no attention to the Demonic Blades placed next to
her neck. As she hollered, she shook her head so much and came into contact with the blades, causing
her neck to be bloodstained.

Han Shuo did not kill Adele immediately. This woman who had been recruiting followers for the spider
goddess using his own name had one last important task to complete.

The Demonic Blades were suddenly withdrawn and Han Shuo’s left hand regained its smoothness.
Grabbing her by the hair, Han Shuo dragged the pathetic looking Adele straight towards the main hall
ahead.

“What are you doing? What are you doing?” Adele continued to yell.

Han Shuo paid no attention to that. He dragged this deranged woman all the way to the altar of this
largest spider goddess shrine in Brettel City. At this moment, some believers of the spider goddess were
still humbly crouching, worshiping at the towering altar ahead.
“Saintess!” the elegant lady who presided over the ceremony shrieked at the top of her voice when she
saw the master of the shrine being dragged like a beaten dog. She couldn’t hold back the fear in her
heart.

“Heretic, let go of the Saintess!” When the worshippers discovered the scene, they gasped and
screamed.

With one wave of his hand, a bright, formless boundary obstructed all those people. Paying no heeds to
their fury, Han Shuo cast Adele straight to the center of the altar platform and activated the altar
routinely and with ease.

Hundreds and thousands of spider webs shot like little snakes and wrapped up Adele immediately.
Dazzling rays of light appeared on Adele’s body wrapped by spider silks at the center of the altar along
with the descending of a mysterious energy. At the next moment, Adele’s eyes opened wide and turned
to Han Shuo. Her gazes were foreign and sinister.

“Who are you? How dare you meddle with my business?” Adele was suddenly speaking with an
unfamiliar voice unlike her own.

“I’m the master of Brettel City. If you want to steal the power of faith that belongs to me, come here
and take it yourself,” Han Shuo said calmly as he looked coldly at Adele who was channeling the divine
soul separated countless material planes away.

Adele’s eyes stared deeply at Han Shuo for a while. After a moment of silence, she suddenly said, “I will
go there in person!”

“Very well. It’s about time to straighten things out!” Han Shuo shouted.

Adele’s eyes began to shut slowly. Blood gushed from her seven apertures. Seeing that Adele had
completed her mission, Han Shuo gave a gentle tap on her forehead, completely erasing her soul.