Overnight, Han Shuo's prestige in Nanpu City far surpassed that of Van Razer, lord of the Southern Border.
Van Razer had stayed in Nanpu City for three years, leading the empire's strongest force, the Roaring Legion, in a desperate defense. Yet against the Orcs Empire's army of over a hundred thousand, he had still been steadily driven back.
But Han Shuo, appearing for the first time in five years, had single-handedly slaughtered over a hundred thousand savage, brutal Orc warriors in less than a day. Since the founding of the Lancelot Empire, no one had ever matched such might!
Many of Nanpu City's soldiers and civilians had witnessed that unprecedented, staggering feat from the city walls. Having lived so long under the pressure of the Orc warriors, they watched over a hundred thousand of those warriors perish in a single day. No one could contain their excitement.
No one organized them, yet every soldier and civilian in Nanpu City surged toward Han Shuo, expressing their gratitude in all manner of ways.
Some offered food they had cooked themselves. Some brought out ancestral armor and weapons to present to Han Shuo. Others even offered him their daughters, hoping he would keep them as maids. Most, however, simply cheered over and over, shouting Han Shuo's name at the top of their lungs, as though they wanted to express the tumult in their hearts through those ringing cries.
What Han Shuo had done today was destined to become a legend in Nanpu City!
With the threat of the Orcs Empire gone, Nanpu City's people gathered in the streets, cheering together and eagerly recounting Han Shuo's feat of single-handedly killing over a hundred thousand Orc warriors. Han Shuo alone had swept away the oppressive atmosphere that had long hung over Nanpu City. The people's