Chapter 966: Real Submission? (1/2)

”I was just testing the three of you to see if I had a chance in taking back Pandemonium. I've seen that you three are indeed rather powerful, so my desire to fight back has completely vanished. I'll cooperate with you properly now,” Han Shuo explained with a bitter look.

The three gave each other odd looks. While they didn't immediately fight back at Han Shuo, they didn't dare to believe him entirely either. This time around, they didn't surround him, but chose to stand against him from the same side instead. After all, he was able to break out of their encirclement so easily, so they would rather not waste their energy.

”Bryan, you are stronger than we've expected. However, I believe you were only able to break out of encirclement by making use of the advantage afforded to you by the terrain,” Isaiah said solemnly, ”Even if you escape from our grasp, you won't be able to save your family and friends within. Tell us what we want to know, or we'll do all we can to wipe out those that are inside the secret chamber!”

”It seems that this secret chamber shares the same power source as the trap that's keeping Dhaka and the other two held up. If we didn't want to negotiate with you, we'd have broken through the chamber already. If the three of them would've come out by now. Then, there is no way the House of Han would survive!” Regis coldly said. He had been quite unhappy about the shocking attack he had just experienced.

”Don't force us to do that!” Miller snapped.

”Sure, sure.” Han Shuo raised both hands to show that he understood them fully. ”I'll do as you please. Tell me. What do you want to know? What do you want to get?”

Seeing Han Shuo so cooperative, Isaiah smiled and nodded. ”It's simple. We want to know everything about Pandemonium, all the seals, barriers, energy tower layouts and how to use them. Also, tell us in detail about the three seals that are keeping Dhaka, Dagmar and Asser occupied.”

”Oh, I see.” Han Shuo took a deep breath and said, ”Sure. We're leaving the Fringe in the first place, so I have no qualms leaving Pandemonium to you.”

”Now that's what I'm talking about!” Isaiah looked to Regis and Miller, signalling them to be careful of Han Shuo lest he fought back again.

With their previous experience, they wouldn't trust him so easily now. As far as they were concerned, Han Shuo was quite a threat to them and had the power to back it up. The slightest careless mistake could result in them being gravely hurt and disrupting their plans.

”Come with me then. I'll lead you to a place where you'll get to know everything,” Han Shuo said before he immediately walked out.

Regis and Miller stared at Han Shuo unmoving, constantly on their guard for a sudden, fatal strike.

”Oh?” Han Shuo smiled and nodded. ”Good. I wonder what you have that can scan my memories.”

”This is it--a soulsphere!” Isaiah took out a fist-sized purple sphere with a smooth, jade-like surface. The sphere looked a little foggy within. Soulspheres were special items that could only be made by elite cultivators of the energy of death. Within them were strong, soul vortexes that could generate a huge force to retrieve the memories of anyone it was close to.

While it could retrieve the memories, it wasn't safe to use at all. The slightest mistake could wound someone's soul and stupefy them.

Han Shou's expression changed as he shook his head. ”That won't do. The side effects of soulspheres are too much. It's too dangerous. With you using it, I can't guarantee my safety, so I won't do it!”

”There's no need to waste time with him, Isaiah!” Regis growled as he looked at the secret chamber beneath them. ”Let us just break the chamber and kill them all! Who cares about Dhaka, Dagmar and Asser? By the time they come out, they'll all be dead!”

Miller smiled and looked at Han Shou, whose expression shifted. ”What's the point of all this? When those three come out, you won't be able to protect your family no matter how strong you are. By then, there's no saying if you'll be able to escape Pandemonium alive. Isn't cooperating with us much better?”

Miller and Regis were playing the standard good cop, bad cop shtick. It seemed that their words were working. Han Shuo's expression grimmed as his the veins on his forehead pulsed. In the end, he firmed his resolve and reluctantly said, ”Alright. I'll do as you say!”