Chapter 525 - Han Wu’s Jailbreak

It took several rounds of coaxing for Han Wu to convince Night Terror to finally extend his hand.

Inwardly, Night Terror grumbled that he would kill Han Wu if he sensed something off. He didn’t even think about how he would explain it to Xu Hai. After all, if Han Wu was truly perverted, there was no need for him to justify his actions to begin with.

Han Wu gleefully grabbed onto Night Terror’s shriveled arm and used Replicate. Unfortunately, Night Terror’s sheer strength meant he could only replicate a third of his power, lest his avatar explode.

Even then, Han Wu could tell that his avatar was now one step away from being an Earthsunder life form. Night Terror stared warily at Han Wu, feeling a strange sensation the moment Han Wu held his hand.

It wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t horrible either. Still, he instinctively wanted to retract his arm, but he endured the feeling until Han Wu willingly let go.

“Thank you, senior.”

This replicated power was enough for Han Wu to break out of prison.

Night Terror waved his arm. “Even with Xu Hai’s request, there’s a limit to how much I can help you. You’ll have to look after yourself after this.”

Han Wu nodded, looking around. Many of the inmates were trying to eavesdrop, but Night Terror had already deployed a barrier to block sounds from the beginning.

“What are they talking about?” an inmate wondered aloud. “What’s there to talk about with that old man?”

Another inmate snorted. “You idiot. Get away from me if you want to die. I don’t want you to dirty my side of the cell. That old man isn’t your regular guy. He could wave his finger to kill you without even needing to move.”

“Are you for real? I don’t believe it.” The inmate skeptically studied Night Terror’s shriveled body and old face, disbelief evident in his expression. “Hey, old man. I heard you’re very powerful. Show me what you got! Maybe you’re strong enough to serve me.

Hahaha—

”

Bam.

The inmate’s head blew off. Chunks of his brain splattered everywhere, and a foul stench filled the air.

“You idiot. I even warned you. Serves you right,” grumbled the other inmate. Then, turning to look at Night Terror, he asked, “Old man Night, couldn’t you have chosen another way to kill him? I can’t stand the smell of blood and flesh.”

Night Terror merely waved his hand. The dead inmate’s body turned into stone before crumbling into dust. The stench also disappeared shortly after.

Han Wu was in shock. This brief interaction showed that Night Terror was at least on par with a peak Earthsunder life form! He could even be on the level of a Heavenrender life form!

While Han Wu could kill someone over long distances, it was nowhere near as effortless as Night Terror's mere wave of his hand.

At the same time, Night Terror was privately curious about his old friend’s student. He was looking forward to seeing how Han Wu escaped from this well-guarded prison.

After regaining his composure, Han Wu started analyzing the powers he replicated from Night Terror.

Dawn soon came, and the angels finally sent someone down with the warden—this time, both in a terrible mood.

The companion glared at Han Wu with contempt.

“What are you guys looking at?” the warden barked as he passed the cells. “Do you all have a death wish?”

Even the blind ones could tell the warden was pissed.

The warden approached Han Wu’s cell, his cold expression a stark contrast from before. Kicking open Han Wu’s cell door, he sneered, “You're a fake hero. Get out! The Archangel has already checked your information. You’re not a follower of Light. You’re just a demon!”

The warden was so distracted that he failed to notice Han Wu’s cuffs were gone. Han Wu slowly walked out of his cell while the warden continued his tirade.

“You ate a good meal last night, didn’t you?” The warden scowled, kicking Han Wu down. “Time to pay me back today!”

The warden started to kick Han Wu again. His companion was also preparing to join in when he realized that Han Wu was no longer cuffed. Recalling Han Wu’s strength, he hastily retreated.

“What are you retreating for? We have to hit him together!” the warden shouted, oblivious to the danger that was coming for him.

He kicked at Han Wu once more, only for an invisible force to trap his leg firmly in place.

Han Wu slowly stood up, menacingly cracking his joints as he eyed the terrified warden.

“You—You’re not suppressed?” the warden stuttered in fear. “Who did this?!”

Han Wu merely chuckled. As he raised his hand, another invisible force pulled the retreating companion forward. No matter how the companion struggled, he couldn’t break free.

I kicked him,

the warden realized in horror.

Shit, why did I do that? I’m so stupid!

“Hey... I got you a good meal last night, right? Could you let me go?” the warden pleaded for mercy.

Han Wu’s smile was icy. “What do you think?”

With that, he crushed the companion's head with telekinesis. The crunch sent shivers down the warden’s spine.

The warden loved bloody scenes, but it was different when he was the subject of the violence.

“Please...don’t kill me. Please don’t kill me...” he begged, trying to escape.

Han Wu pinned him to the ground with telekinesis.

The other inmates thought Han Wu would kill the warden to satisfy his frustration, but surprisingly, Han Wu held back, instead glancing up at the cells of silently spectating inmates.

The warden loved torturing them for fun. It was clear that they were looking forward to Han Wu’s revenge.

Some inmates even started shouting at Han Wu, “Kill him! Kill him in the most painful way possible!”

The warden glared at the inmate, quietly noting the cell number. If he survived this, he swore to increase the torture for that inmate to make up for the humiliation that he suffered today.

Han Wu smiled and waved his hand, unlocking the cell door of that inmate using telekinesis.

“You want to take revenge? Come and do it yourself,” he invited, his voice like the low bellow of a demon that echoed throughout the prison.