Chapter 824: Not Moving

Han Li narrowed his eyes, quickly sizing up the Eighth Prince, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

This man's cultivation was around the mid-Taiyi stage, which didn't seem particularly high, but his physical body was formidable. Standing there, he was like a great mountain, giving off an immense sense of pressure.

The demon race had a natural advantage in physical cultivation, and as a member of the royal family, his talent would certainly not be low. He would lack neither cultivation techniques nor resources. If one set aside factors like immortal artifacts and laws, and fought purely with physical strength, even Han Li might not have an advantage.

"Reporting to the Eighth Highness, at the beginning of the year, the Holy Lord strictly ordered the strengthening of city defenses. Anyone entering or leaving the Raksha District must present identification. Your subordinate did not recognize the Thirteenth Highness, and since the Thirteenth Highness could not prove his identity, I thought he was an impostor. For the safety of the capital, I dared to offend." Luo Tie glanced at the Eighth Prince and spoke quickly.

"Hehe, Thirteenth Brother, you see, it's just a misunderstanding. Luo Tie was transferred here during the years you left Night Sun City, so he doesn't know you. Besides, what he did today was out of loyalty to his duty. He is my subordinate, so for my sake, let's let this matter rest, how about it?" the Eighth Prince said with a smile.

"Your subordinate? Has Father put the city defense forces under your command?" Shi Chuankong's pupils contracted.

"Yes. It's quite troublesome, but since Father appointed me, I had to accept the order." The Eighth Prince grinned, revealing white, sharp teeth.

Shi Chuankong's expression darkened further, his eyes flickering with thought.

"Luo Tie, why don't you apologize to the Thirteenth Prince quickly? Thirteenth Brother is magnanimous and won't bother with someone like you." The Eighth Prince laughed.

"Thirteenth Highness, I was blind and failed to recognize you. Please forgive me." Luo Tie stepped forward to apologize, but there was little remorse on his face, and a hint of mockery hung at the corner of his mouth.

Shi Chuankong felt anger rising in his heart. He quickly scanned the surroundings, then snorted coldly, ignoring the two, and strode into the city.

The Eighth Prince's strength far surpassed his own, and the Third Prince's people had not yet arrived. Making a scene now would only bring more shame.

Han Li's expression remained calm as he followed.

"Wait a moment." The Eighth Prince suddenly spoke.

"What else?" Shi Chuankong and Han Li stopped. The former asked impatiently.

Han Li seemed to think of something, his heart sinking, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Thirteenth Brother, you can enter the city, but this True Immortal Realm cultivator must come with us." The Eighth Prince looked at Han Li with ill intent and said.

As he spoke, Luo Tie raised a hand, and the nearby purple-armored soldiers immediately surrounded Han Li, their cold, gleaming weapons pointing at him from all directions.

Seeing this, a flash of anger passed through Han Li's eyes.

"What are you doing? I've already said, this man is my guard." Shi Chuankong was furious at the sight.

"Thirteenth Brother, Father ordered me to strengthen city defenses and strictly inspect everyone entering and leaving. As a prince, even though you've been away for so long, you naturally have no problem. But this man, though your guard, is after all from the True Immortal Realm. He must be thoroughly examined to prevent any ill intentions after entering the city. This is for the safety of the entire capital. Thirteenth Brother, being wise and understanding, can surely appreciate this." The Eighth Prince spoke with a smiling face, but his tone brooked no argument.

"Eighth Brother, don't go too far!" Shi Chuankong was both ashamed and angry.

"Thirteenth Brother, this is my duty. It's best you don't interfere. Men, lock this man up and take him to the city defense camp. I will interrogate him personally." The Eighth Prince said coldly, then raised his hand and waved.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh," several thick purple chains flew from the hands of a few purple-armored soldiers, wrapping around Han Li's body.

A cold glint flashed in Han Li's eyes. He raised his hand as if to do something, then his brow twitched slightly, as if he thought of something. He lowered his arm and let the chains bind him.

Seeing Han Li surrender without a fight, a hint of disappointment flickered deep in the Eighth Prince's eyes.

He had just seen anger in this man's eyes and thought he would resist, which would have given him a legitimate reason to capture him, beat him half to death, and publicly humiliate Shi Chuankong.

Since this man chose to surrender, he naturally couldn't make a move here.

But that was fine. Once he got this man to the city defense camp, he would be in his hands, and he could still make a big issue out of it.

"Take him away!" Thinking this, the Eighth Prince gave the cold order, then turned and walked into the city.

After a few steps, he felt something strange behind him and turned to look, his expression immediately darkening.

The few purple-armored soldiers were pulling on the chains with all their might, their faces red, but Han Li's body stood as if nailed to the ground, not moving an inch.

Shi Chuankong, who had been about to intervene recklessly, was taken aback by the sight and stopped.

The onlookers nearby were also stunned.

Seeing the purple-armored soldiers' flushed faces as they strained with all their might, a few laughs broke out from somewhere in the crowd.

"What are you doing? Luo Tie, take this brat away!" The Eighth Prince's face instantly turned frosty as he shouted.

"Your subordinate obeys!"

Luo Tie immediately acknowledged, not even glancing at Shi Chuankong. He leaped forward, raised his hand, and a purple chain several times thicker shot from his hand, wrapping around Han Li.

Han Li did not dodge at all, letting the chain bind him.

A triumphant smile flickered in Luo Tie's eyes as he changed his hand seal.

A black light flashed on the chains, and countless black spots the size of copper coins emerged.

With a hissing sound, dense, fine black threads shot out from those black spots, swiftly wrapping around Han Li and then tightening abruptly.

"Haha, arrogant brat, now that you're bound by my Black Bamboo Silk, you can't use even a shred of immortal spiritual power, can you!" Luo Tie laughed triumphantly.

Seeing this, the Eighth Prince's frosty expression eased slightly as he nodded slowly.

Han Li, however, showed no sign of concern as he looked at the black threads on him; instead, a faint, amused smile flickered in his eyes.

"Come here!" Luo Tie yanked the chain in his hand.

With a clatter, the purple chain in his hand instantly went taut, but the other end seemed anchored to a heavenly pillar, utterly immovable.

"Impossible!" Luo Tie's face was full of disbelief as he let out a low growl.

A dazzling dark golden light burst from his body, which swelled to nearly double its size, his skin instantly turning bronze, and his feet sank half a foot into the ground with a squelch as he yanked the chain again.

The purple chain buzzed and trembled violently, causing the surrounding void to shake as well.

Han Li still stood there quietly, unmoving no matter how hard Luo Tie pulled.

The Eighth Prince's expression turned extremely grim at this sight.

After a collective gasp, the nearby crowd began to buzz with murmurs, most of them looking at the Eighth Prince and his men, pointing and gesturing with disdain in their expressions, though they dared not voice it openly due to their status.

The魔族 valued martial prowess; even common folk were generally skilled in physical cultivation, and most matters were settled through combat, with strength determining honor. Thus, seeing so many unable to handle a single Han Li naturally filled them with indignation.

"Haha, Eighth Brother, if you want to take my guard away, feel free, but relying on these useless手下 might prove difficult," Shi Chuankong, who had been taunted and oppressed since entering the city, finally vented his frustration with a hearty laugh.

"Useless, all of you, fall back!" The Eighth Prince flickered and appeared before Luo Tie, grabbing all the purple chains in his hand and barking.

Luo Tie and the nearby purple-armored soldiers, their faces full of shame, retreated to the side.

"I never thought a human could possess such a powerful physical body. In that case, let me also try to pull you and see if you truly can stand as immovable as a mountain!" The Eighth Prince looked at Han Li and said coolly.

Han Li, however, acted as if he hadn't heard, still standing there with his hands behind his back, looking utterly composed.

A flash of anger flickered in the Eighth Prince's eyes, and golden light shimmered on his arms, revealing thirty or forty golden spots.

"That is..." Han Li's gaze flickered.

Boom!

Dazzling golden light burst from the Eighth Prince's arms, instantly coalescing into two giant golden arm phantoms dozens of feet long, which grabbed the purple chain and pulled hard.

A terrifying, suffocating force erupted from the two golden giant arms, distorting the void within dozens of feet, which trembled like a drum with a loud hum.

The onlookers' expressions changed drastically as they quickly retreated.

Shi Chuankong also couldn't help but step back a few paces, his face showing concern.

Han Li's brow twitched, and thirty-six star-like spots appeared on his chest and abdomen, while a thick layer of light film formed on his body surface, causing the black threads wrapped around him to snap inch by inch.

Despite the twisting void and surging force around him, he remained utterly unmoved.

Shock appeared in the Eighth Prince's eyes, then he let out a low growl, and golden light blazed on his chest and abdomen as well, revealing forty or fifty golden spots.

The two golden giant arms beside him blazed with light, instantly solidifying and rapidly extending and growing, transforming into a hundred-foot-tall golden demon god.

This demon god's head was a massive elephant head, with a long trunk almost touching its feet, curved golden tusks at the sides of its mouth, and a colossal body with bulging muscles, exuding an overwhelming sense of power.

The elephant-headed demon god raised its head to the sky and roared, then pulled the purple chain again with its arms.

Seeing this, Han Li's expression changed slightly as he formed hand seals and waved.

A purple-golden radiance burst from his body, from which emerged eight or nine true spirit phantoms—true dragons, colorful phoenixes, giant apes, and others—each radiating terrifying force fluctuations, spinning rapidly around him with a dreadful howling sound.

The two colossal forces collided with a boom, shaking the ground and causing the nearby city walls to rumble.

With a loud crack!

All the purple chains snapped simultaneously, and the Eighth Prince's body shook violently as he staggered back three steps before barely steadying himself.

Han Li's body also swayed, but he immediately regained his balance.

This scene left the surrounding onlookers utterly astounded.

Clearly, no one had expected that the Eighth Prince, whom they considered invincible, would be unable to do anything to a mere human.