Han Shuo knew Charles would never let him off, but he had not expected his retaliation to come so quickly or so fiercely.
That very night, while Han Shuo was studying incantations for connecting to the Otherworld in the secret chamber, his divine sense suddenly detected several powerful auras gradually approaching his mansion from afar.
Han Shuo snapped out of his contemplation and immediately released twelve Xuan Demons. With his mansion at their center, they spread out in twelve directions like a spiderweb.
A force of five hundred knights, including two hundred Temple Knights from the Church of Light, advanced toward Han Shuo's mansion from four directions. Zhankesi, the Church of Light's light-element Archmage, several other powerful Church members Han Shuo did not recognize, and some formidable death-sworn fighters serving Ashburn led the groups as they closed in.
There was no moon that night. Beneath the pitch-black sky, they made no attempt to conceal themselves, heading openly straight for Han Shuo's mansion. Han Shuo could see the killing intent in the knights' eyes.
Alarmed, Han Shuo hurried out of the secret chamber. What he saw through the twelve Xuan Demons was almost unimaginable. However powerful Ashburn and Charles were, how could they dare act so brazenly in Osen City, the capital of the Lancelot Empire?
The residences surrounding Han Shuo's home belonged to the wealthy and noble, all influential figures in the empire. Even on this moonless night, an operation of this scale could never be concealed. Moreover, Osen City was the Dark Curtain Organization's base. Ashburn was not Utrede, the empire's king, after all. What gave him the right to act so arrogantly?
A series of questions flooded Han Shuo's mind. He could only think that Ashburn must have gone mad. Such reckless action should never have been something