"Hahaha..." Porterlem threw back his head and laughed, clearly dismissing Han Shuo's threat. "Get this straight: this is Wraith City, my territory. No one will speak up for you today!" Porterlem pointed at Han Shuo, arrogant and overbearing.
The Bacheld Family wielded enormous power in Wraith City, and Porterlem was its pampered young master. Coupled with the Han Family's decline, this left him utterly fearless. He believed that even if he killed Han Shuo in Wraith City, no one would have much to say about it.
"Young master, there's no need for you to deal with this arrogant fellow yourself. Leave him to us!" One of the Upper Gods beside Porterlem stepped forward and volunteered. He cultivated earth power and possessed the strength of an early-stage Upper God. His thickset body looked powerful.
"Young master, he won't escape!" Another Upper God, who cultivated wind-element power, also stepped out from behind Porterlem. He and the earth-power Upper God faced Han Shuo from either side, ready to charge in and kill him the moment Porterlem gave the order.
Porterlem never lacked people to command in Wraith City. As the Bacheld Family's most promising member, he had limitless prospects. The discerning Upper Gods of the Bacheld Family had long regarded him as their future family head, so naturally they seized this chance to prove themselves.
Watching two fellows who were merely early-stage Upper Gods approach with sneers on their faces, Han Shuo did not know whether to laugh or cry.
The last time he had fought Porterlem, his strength had indeed been close to Porterlem's. But so many years had passed, and his strength had advanced by leaps and bounds. He no longer even thought much of beings with the strength of Main Gods, such as Saras and Vasias, yet now two mere