Chapter 621 Domestic abuse, huh! That’s not good!
Chapter 621 Domestic abuse, huh! That's not good!
William truly didn't want to take Forseti on the road with him.
Not for any other reason but because Forseti's body, though oddly shaped, consisted entirely of parts that were excellent ingredients. He feared he might not be able to restrain himself and end up disassembling Forseti.
"It's better if you don't follow me!" William said this actually for the sake of Forseti's safety.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Imagine having someone who looks like a walking feast around William every day. Isn't that a test for William?
He acts on his whims, and who knows if one day he might not care whether Forseti is Baldr's son.
"By the way, what happened to your face? Is it from practicing secret techniques?" William also noticed Forseti's swollen cheeks but figured, in Heart of Asgard, no one would dare hit Forseti.
"I've already told my father, he did it, he also said Mr. William, you are a fraud." Eventually, Forseti told his father about William's visit to Heart of Asgard.
At this point, Forseti choked up a bit.
Tears shimmered in his crimson eyes.
The God of Light, Baldr, was deep in meditation, practicing his secret techniques when his son interrupted him. Furious, he spat blood, nearly losing all his power from rage.
After hearing Forseti say that William the Obliterator had come, he slapped Forseti against the wall in anger, shouting, "A fraud claims to be William the Obliterator, and you believe it?"
Forseti struggled to climb out from the wall, insisting loudly, "It's really William the Obliterator! Please believe me."
"Slap!"
Forseti, just out of the wall, was slapped away again.
His cheeks now symmetrical.
"What a foolish child, my master, William the Obliterator, isn't someone you just happen upon?"
Baldr, hearing his son might have encountered someone impersonating William the Obliterator and fell for such a foolish scam, thought it preposterous.
Such a son, if not disciplined, would surely suffer in the future.
Regarding the person claiming to be William the Obliterator, impersonators were far too common for Baldr to take seriously.
"What's with your wings?" Baldr angrily looked at his foolish son, incredulous that he believed William the Obliterator would come to Heart of Asgard.
Could he be any more foolish?
"It was Mr. William who said my wings were hindering my strength. He told me to tear them off and then taught me a set of secret techniques!"
"Idiot! Your wings are a heritage of my divine power; how could they hinder your strength? Are you stupid?" Baldr raised his hand, intending to slap Forseti again, but seeing his son's pitiful look, he stopped himself.
"Take me to see who dares to swindle in Heart of Asgard." Baldr didn't believe the story about William the Obliterator arriving, especially the part about wings hindering strength improvement—that sounded like nonsense.
It was a disgrace that his own son fell for such a trick.
Now fully convinced of William's identity, Forseti didn't bother explaining further. Instead, he suggested, "Then, Father, let me go stabilize him first, and you can take action when the time comes."
"Go ahead!" Baldr needed to steady his shaken mental state. Having lived for so long, his life was nearing its end unless he found a new opportunity, like obtaining the power of the sacred aura or finding his master, William the Obliterator...
After finding William, Forseti just waited for his dad to make a move.
Doesn't his dad like to hit him?
Now, look at you. Do you have the guts to hit your master?
Old thing! Daring to slap my face?
Once you make a move, let's see if Mr. William doesn't beat you half to death!
Seeing Forseti's pitiful appearance, William asked, "Does your father often hit you?"
Forseti nodded, kneeling before William, tearfully pleading, "Mr. William, I merely told him you were here, and he slapped me on both sides of my face. He often hits and scolds me. Please, take me away from this sorrowful place."
"Domestic abuse, huh! That's not good!"
While saying this, William had already seen through Forseti's intentions and asked, "Do you particularly want me to beat up your father?"
"Ah, this..."
Forseti, having his true thoughts exposed, knew that deceiving Mr. William would not end well.
He bravely admitted, "Mr. William, my father is domineering and rude. He abuses his position as my elder, hitting me whenever things don't go his way. Please, seek justice for me."
William smacked his lips and said, "What a display of fatherly love and filial piety!"
Listening in, Lucien found it incredible that someone would actually want William to teach their father a lesson.
Truly off the charts!
Beastly!
Heartless beast!
But upon reflection, he himself felt quite pleased when he saw his grandfather hitting his dad, silently cheering on the inside.
Just then, the space in front of William suddenly tore open, and a palm struck towards William's chest.
Baldr emerged from the void, landing a solid palm on William's chest, "Audacious scoundrel…" his voice was cold, but then it abruptly stopped, replaced by the sound of swallowing saliva.
"Master… is that really you?" In full view of everyone, Baldr's legs gave out, and he slid down, tightly hugging William's legs, crying, "Master, where have you been all these years? I've missed you so much!"
William took Baldr's full-force palm strike, his clothes fluttering slightly, but his feet didn't move an inch.
"Yeah, missed quite a bit!" William's tone was somewhat cold.
This guy, without even looking properly, just slapped away.
Luckily, he's sturdy.
What if he had weakened? Then wouldn't he have been killed by Baldr's slap?
How dangerous!
Hearing William's tone, Baldr's scalp tingled!
"Let go of your hands first!" William looked down at the silver-
haired elder.
Baldr dared not speak, slowly releasing his hands, with an awkward smile on his face.
Forseti, watching from the side, grinned. From that slap and his father's attitude and title, it proved that the man before them was indeed the real William the Obliterator.
And this William the Obliterator was unimaginably powerful.
His father, the renowned God of Light Baldr in the Divine Realm, could obliterate a planet with one full-force palm.
Yet, this slap on William the Obliterator only stirred a breeze.
The extent of his power was evident.
"Cover your head!" William looked at Baldr in front of him and said softly.
All the surrounding Shapeshifters' leaders dared not move.
What's happening?
The God of Light Baldr himself appeared?
He personally made a move against Mr. Johnson, and then…
The scene was almost unbearable to witness.
The God of Light Baldr, the supreme commander of Heart of Asgard, crouched in front of William, holding his head.
Seeing him ready, William swung his fist and started a furious barrage.
Of course, the force was somewhat controlled, because even for Baldr, William could have blown him into pieces with one punch!