Chapter 608: I Dare Not!

"You, you, what on earth are you?" The man's cold voice trembled slightly as he looked at Han Shuo, who had suddenly transformed into a longsword.

Having fought alongside the Ice Goddess on various material planes for many years, he had seen and met all kinds of characters and races. However, nothing he had witnessed had shocked him as much as this. The scene before him was completely beyond his understanding of the natural world. A feeling of utter absurdity rose from the depths of his heart.

Man was not the only species that feared the unknown, the gods did too. The emissary, who had not felt any nervousness since descending to this plane, was rather afraid as he watched Han Shuo transform into a longsword.

Creak... creak... The DemonSlayer's Edge made a few swings, causing the solid ice around him to crack. The emissary became even more terrified.

"I'm a nobody. Oh, you think you can trap me with just your ice?" Han Shuo's avatar, in his Demonslayer Edge form, sneered and mocked from within the ice. Bloody red rays flashed from the edges of the sword before the ice that had frozen him shattered.

The Demonslayer's Edge had been forged by Han Shuo to be sharper than anything else in existence. It was also extremely difficult to catch due to its usual composition. As it glistened, the Demonslayer's Edge shot towards Han Shuo's still frozen main body. The ice trapping Han Shuo's main body shattered completely with a crunch. Han Shuo grinned and looked up and down at the emissary. He opened his palm and the Demonslayer Edge flew into his grasp. Then he pointed at his avatar of death in the distance and said smilingly, "Look at that body. Isn't it also very strange?"

The man turned to look and suddenly discovered that the third Han Shuo had turned into a skeletal staff. He was once again shocked and his heart trembled. He really had no idea what kind of monster he was dealing with.

"What, what race do you belong to?" the emissary who was in a terrified state shouted as he pointed at Han Shuo.

Han Shuo could tell that the emissary was terrified after the series of surprises. Deeply affected by the fear of the unknown, the emissary, who had yet to gather his divine energy for the time being, immediately had the idea of retreating.

Watching the emissary, Han Shuo could see the divine light in his eyes slowly fading away. With a cold groan, he raised the Demonslayer Edge and stabbed at him. Plop! The Demonslayer's Edge pierced his skull.

The negative energy of millions of souls and the divine energy of the Edict of Destruction contained in the Demonslayer Edge erupted simultaneously. While the Emissary's soul had yet to completely leave, Han Shuo dealt the Emissary a ferocious blow through the remaining thread of connection.

"I don't care who you are - I'll find you and I'll kill you," the Emissary said repeatedly.

Splat! Tiana's body shattered into pieces after a bright flash of light. Her body had been drained of all divine energy after the Midgod's divine soul had escaped.

"He runs fast!" Han Shuo groaned. With a flick of his wrist, the Demonslayer's Edge flew towards the other avatar still trapped in the ice, destroying the divine energy contained within the ice.

Hovering in the air, Han Shuo looked down below. He discovered the bodies of these devout disciples frozen into ice sculptures. The element of water, which had momentarily disappeared, returned to fill this place, causing the suddenly thawed region to become arctic cold once again.

In order to manifest himself, the Midgod had taken the lives of several thousand devout disciples and occupied Tiana's body. After the round of the great battle, all three of Han Shuo's bodies had sustained injuries. Meanwhile, the Midgod's soul had been severely damaged by Han Shuo. The injuries to the Midgod's soul were much more severe compared to the injuries to Han Shuo's physical body.

Even after paying such a high price, the emissary had not only failed to kill Han Shuo, but had also been forced to flee with his tail between his legs. There was no doubt that Han Shuo was the victor of this battle. Although victory had not come easily and he had paid a heavy price, when Han Shuo remembered that his opponent was a midgod, he was filled with an intense sense of satisfaction.

His three bodies recombined. After taking a deep breath, Han Shuo suddenly let out a loud whistle. The sound spread far into the distance and towards the three basegods who had retreated before the battle.

Han Shuo sat cross-legged on the ground and carefully examined the injuries on the three bodies. The stab wound on the chest of Han Shuo's main body had now completely healed. Most of the cold aura had also been purged from his body.

However, his two avatars, since their divine bodies were uniquely formed using special objects, couldn't recover from the blows in that short period of time and had to slowly nurse their injuries.

Since Han Shuo's two avatars were formed using unique materials, not a single scratch could be seen on their surface after the transformation. Although they looked fine on the outside, the inside was finished. Recovery would require an enormous amount of elemental and edict energy over a period of time.

On the contrary, when it came to Han Shuo's main body that cultivated in the demonic arts, although the injuries appeared to be severe, thanks to his extraordinary physique that had the ability to rejuvenate, the wound was mostly healed in a short time with just a little demonic yuan.

From this point of view, the main body cultivating in the demonic arts was indeed remarkable. It had absolutely no fear of the tremendous trauma to the physical body.

This battle had taught Han Shuo many valuable lessons. As he silently examined his injuries, Han Shuo carefully replayed the battle in his mind. Han Shuo learned that the Emissary was in a virtually invincible position, as he possessed a Domain of Divinity that was one realm greater. While inside the emissary's Domain of Divinity, Han Shuo appeared to be restricted and his strength was greatly affected.

The Emissary, however, was calm and unflappable. He had drawn out all the elemental energy in his Domain of Divinity and concentrated it in his fist in an instant. The power released in this strike was enough to send any mere mortal flying halfway across the planet. Had Han Shuo not used Speed Change to escape, he would probably have been completely crushed by the emissary first strike.

Since the emissary couldn't descend his divine body along with his divine soul, the amount of divine energy he could use wasn't much greater than Han Shuo's. However, by relying on the superiority of his Domain of Divinity and his more skilful manipulation of elemental energy, he did not succumb to being surrounded by three Han Shuos. Had it not been for Han Shuo's sneaky use of the Pearls of Annihilation to catch the emissary off guard, followed by his tactic of constant taunting, he might not have emerged victorious in the end.

In that sense, a god's promotion to a higher realm wasn't just a matter of gaining divine energy. This battle opened Han Shuo's eyes to just how dangerous a battle between gods was, and even shed some light on certain situations he had not understood before.

A loud whoosh sounded over the horizon. Han Shuo lifted his head and looked into the distance. He immediately realised that the three basegods had heard his whistle and were heading his way.

"How are things?" Ayermike Cotton asked hastily after arriving in front of Han Shuo.

"I'm injured. Figures sent from the Ice Shrine are indeed difficult to deal with. But luckily he escaped," Han Shuo forced a smile as he explained to Ayermike Cotton.

"Is it serious? Do you need to rest right away?"

"It is quite serious. Damn, these ancient religions are such a chore to deal with!"

The moment Han Shuo began to reveal the severity of his injuries, light bulbs flashed in Pegasus' and Graeae's eyes.

Han Shuo knew immediately what was happening. He grinned at them and stood up immediately. Han Shuo flashed in front of Pegasus with his big hand covering Pegasus' head. He asked in a sinister tone, "What is it? Are you thinking of getting rid of me while I'm badly injured?"

"I wouldn't dare! Your humble servant would never dare!" Pegasus was horrified. He immediately knelt at Han Shuo's feet, too scared to move a muscle.

""Even if my injuries were far more severe, killing you would still be as easy as snapping your fingers. Before you even think of overpowering me, you'd better hide your clever thoughts from me," Han Shuo said slowly with a mischievous grin.

"Your humble servant will never do it again!" Pegasus begged for Han Shuo's forgiveness. Looking at the bodies on the ground, he thought they had all been killed by Han Shuo and was terrified of ending up the same way.

"It seems that there is a lack of discipline among your kind. I think some binding would be in order - I doubt you'll behave otherwise," Han Shuo revealed an evil smile. A drop of blood squirted from his index finger. He mixed some divine energy into it and sealed it into Pegasus' brain.

"Before you gain enough strength, you better not have any thoughts of rebelling. Otherwise, with one thought of mine, your head will explode like a firecracker!" Han Shuo cackled, beaming from ear to ear as Pegasus trembled in fear.

"Graeae, if you think you can escape, go ahead and try," Han Shuo removed his large hand from Pegasus' head and shot a cold glance at the timid Graeae who was thinking of escaping.

"Your Lordship has misunderstood me. I would have no such thoughts," Graeae explained with an awkward smile.

"You are a clever one and should know what to do. Come here," Han Shuo said calmly as he smiled at Graeae.

"Yes, Master!" Graeae sighed and thought to herself, "How could I have been so unfortunate to run into this demon? Now I'm really finished.

Graeae obediently walked over to Han Shuo with a forced smile on her face. When she arrived, she bowed her head and said, "My Lord, please bestow me the seal."

"Mmm, good girl," Han Shuo said with an extremely wicked smile and repeated his actions to Graeae.

"Bryan, what about me?" Ayermike Cotton went over to Han Shuo and asked smilingly.

"What on earth are you talking about? How could I treat you like this?" Han Shuo feigned anger and glared at Ayermike Cotton before saying warmly, "You are not like them. I can tell the sincere from the insincere."

Pegasus and Graeae both wore the same sour expression. They exchanged glances and sighed to themselves. They thought, "How could I have been so unlucky? Now I don't even have a chance to escape.