Chapter 945: The Leader of the Pack

After signing another massive legal retainer fee for Hawk, William began making call after call, trying to use his connections to resolve the trouble.

With every phone call, his money, properties, antique collections, luxury goods—all vanished like flowing water, without William even noticing.

As he stepped out of William’s villa, Hawk glanced back at the house behind him, a smile curling at his lips—a grin reserved for a fattened lamb about to be slaughtered.

When Su Bai said this, he remained perfectly calm; to others, this might have been a serious nuisance.

Long Chen, fleeing for his life, suddenly found himself cornered—the path ahead was a cliff, and his pursuers were closing in from behind. Then, his Purple Ultimate Demon Eye spotted a hidden cave entrance tucked into the cliffside. A plan instantly formed in Long Chen’s mind.

The goblin let out a shriek, collapsed to the ground, and shattered into pieces—no blood, no organs, only five gold coins exploded out.

“Who struck first?” Zhang Yushan arrived beside Yin Nian; after all, Yin Nian was still a member of Wantong Camp.

He then returned to his dormitory; having accomplished so much in just a few days, the pressure had become immense.

He bowed deeply toward everyone in the room, especially Liu Li, then picked up the plastic bag and fled from Song Jie’s home as if escaping a crime scene.

Long Kun had already reached the peak of Shaoyang Realm Seventh Layer nearly five years ago, and recently he’d felt a strong urge to break through to the Eighth Layer. Reaching Shaoyang Eighth Layer would be a turning point—giving him a better chance to preserve Long Family Fortress in the upcoming Eighteen Forts Alliance leadership contest a year from now.

Many of the Bo family received the news and rushed to Shenshan, pacing anxiously in the hall, waiting.

On the other side, Yin Nian watched as Lin Xiao suddenly burst out of the Top Palace and sprinted straight toward the nearby Chaos Vine.

Because Du Ruo had called him by his name directly, showing not the slightest respect—extremely arrogant and brazen—this annoyed Sima Nan.

At the first shout, Lin Huan woke up; by the second sentence, his face had flushed crimson—redder than the sun itself.

One kick sent Wei Dong flying, slamming him hard against the wall—he spat blood on the spot, half his life gone.

The victim bore only a single puncture wound on the neck—not from a blade, but from pure force piercing through the throat, killing him instantly.

Xiang ZiYu smiled. “Fine. Then, Brother HuaiNan, I grant you this lifetime—we’ll live it well.” His tone was earnest, as if he’d made a solemn vow.

The gate was tightly shut. Hua Rong had no patience to knock or send someone to announce her; she simply waved her hand, ordering the guards to kick the door down.

“Hehe! Looks like someone’s looking to give the Alliance Master trouble!” Qian Xingyan, the old fox, struck the nail on the head, his narrowed eyes glinting with amusement—he clearly wanted to test this young Alliance Master.

Du Ruo sighed helplessly, trudging out with a grimace; the Immortal Sovereign had returned, yet he was still a henpecked husband—where could he even complain?

Then a swarm of black dots shot forth, covering an area of ten thousand li, including Lishu City entirely.

Over time, the central skull gradually revealed flesh and skin, until finally, a face emerged—human-like, yet not quite human.

“I hope none of you will draw weapons here today during the Fengnian Sacrifice,” said Xiahou Jinkang.

The head of security dared not delay the police’s order; he dashed out and quickly returned with the two waiters, bringing them to the security office.

The Yuan Shi Xin Stele was once part of the Chaos Force, but during its wandering through the cosmos, it devoured something unknown—gaining self-awareness. Thus, the Stele and Chaos became eternal enemies. Therefore, terms like “Chaos Demons” or “Chaos Demigods” are not human labels—they are intrinsic to these beings’ “Six Extremes” nature.