After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 643 - 607: Worship You as King, Divine Sovereignty (2 more updates)

Chapter 643: Chapter 607: Worship You as King, Divine Sovereignty (2 more updates)

Such a huge disturbance occurring in Sheffield City, the nearby ancient martial families also rushed over, and the city’s ancient martial artists certainly wouldn’t stand idly by.

People from the Lynch Family hurried over.

Receiving Albert Webb who was held up by Len Hawthorne, seeing his pale face, their hearts tightened once again.

What happened now?

People from the Stephens Family also came over.

Yvette Foster saw Chloe Stephens, and her eyes turned red again. Why did her daughter get involved in this?

"How is it? Are you injured?"

Although Yvette had already become an ancient martial artist, she still couldn’t bear to see her daughter suffer the slightest bit.

Chloe Stephens leaned back with a pale face, her back just bumping into Len Hawthorne’s chest, her waist half-encircled and secured by his hand.

Although Len Hawthorne was also exhausted, he still supported her.

"Do you feel discomfort anywhere?"

He asked patiently.

Chloe slightly closed her eyes, suppressing the inner turmoil of discomfort.

Seeing Chloe like this, Adam Stephens and the others didn’t dare to touch her.

When she recovered a bit, Chloe pushed him away, "The incident is over. Don’t be in a hurry at the moment, even the strongest body can’t bear it."

Len Hawthorne was startled, then smiled, "Alright, I will have a good rest, and Little Chloe should go back with the Stephens Family first."

Chloe nodded, took another look at Len Hawthorne, and there was a trace of reluctance in her eyes.

Chloe’s gaze almost made Len Hawthorne’s heart explode, but in front of the Stephens Family, he still remained calm.

If he pressed the little girl into his arms and rubbed her in front of the Stephens Family, their fur would definitely explode.

Car interior.

Chloe let out a slow breath, closing her eyes.

At that moment, she almost entered a truly crazed state.

She couldn’t imagine the disaster she would bring to everyone when she couldn’t control herself.

Yvette sat next to her, tightly holding her hand, looking at her with a worried expression, fearing even a little discomfort.

As soon as her eyes closed, a clear image flashed through Chloe’s mind.

A beautiful white-haired man with a sculpted face was smiling gently at her.

In his pitch-black eyes, there was indulgence and doting.

The man in front of her had an extremely elegant demeanor!

Being by his side, one would feel a warm and gentle touch!

Even if they were just sitting quietly by his side without talking, it felt extraordinarily comfortable.

People with heavy killing intent would lay down their violence for him.

The picture changed.

In those gentle eyes, a hint of iciness appeared. The enormous air completely suppressed all evil spirits.

His black eyes gradually deepened, like exuding magic, just one glance would make people submit.

His features added a few degrees of seductiveness. Wind blew the raven feather in his white hair, and the scene at this moment made people forget to breathe.

"Chloe!"

Chloe suddenly opened her eyes.

She looked a little dazed.

For the first time, she saw the man’s face clearly.

So.

Behind the white hair floating in the picture was such a divine beauty.

"Chloe, are you alright? Have you been injured somewhere?" Yvette Foster’s anxious voice reached her ear.

Chloe pressed her brow, still feeling exhausted as if she wanted to lie down on the bed.

"I’m fine."

"Should I ask Elder Taylor to come and have a look?" Chloe’s appearance made them worry even more.

Chloe saw the Stephens Family, got out of the car, and said, "Don’t worry, I’ll be fine after sleeping."

"Chloe!"

Yvette wanted to follow but was pulled back by Adam Stephens, who shook his head secretly, then said to Chloe: "If you need anything, make sure to call us."

Chloe nodded randomly and went upstairs.

As soon as she lay down on the bed, she fell into a deep sleep.

"Meow."

The black cat crawled out from the other side and lay quietly guard at the corner of the bed.

*

The people who had gathered for the commotion had left.

Only the Slaughter Squad members were dealing with the scene amidst the mess all around.

Len Hawthorne, dressed in camouflage, stood quietly amidst the ruins, looking extremely tired and lonely.

"Team Hawthorne!"

Someone called out, and he immediately turned to respond.

"Someone used a witch formation, causing large-scale collapses on the ground, which won’t recover in a short time."

The surveyor frowned deeply.

The witches’ power was not to be underestimated.

Len knew the destruction was caused by Chloe Stephens.

"Send more people here. The situation must be handled within a week," the Slaughter Squad had to act quickly; it was not easy maintaining order.

Sometimes weak claws could be mistaken for an easy target, tempting anyone to break the rules.

The pressure the Slaughter Squad bore was not something ordinary ancient martial artists could withstand.

Imagine, without the Slaughter Squad, what would happen if the world experienced Diane Zimmer’s tyranny all at once?

He could let himself be a scapegoat, but he wouldn’t let ancient martial artists fight amongst themselves.

This time, seeing Chloe in that state, even the cigarette in his hand became unstable.

He also questioned himself: if one day Chloe lost control, would he have to use his sharp claws?

As the image of Chloe almost going mad flashed through his mind, Len wished they were all ordinary people instead.

They wouldn’t have to worry about the so-called başùxīng or these various concerns.

Len, lost in his thoughts, stared pensively at the distance.

In this state, he appeared even more bewildered.

Later on.

Len didn’t rest, as Chloe had suggested.

Instead, he accompanied the Slaughter Squad members in cleaning up the scene, ensuring no ordinary people were injured.

By the time they finished, it was already the next morning.

The scene’s maintenance continued.

Len returned to the Slaughter Squad headquarters in Sheffield City and fell asleep on a long bench.

He was human and needed rest too.

In his sleep, all he saw was Chloe almost losing control.

The final scene emerged.

It was the same one he had been dreaming of.

The woman, furious and unwilling, cursed: "Coward!"

Len could finally see the face of the woman in front of him clearly.

Her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly in anger, radiating unparalleled beauty mixed with disdain and defiance. From his perspective, he could see her tightly clenched fists, itching to punch the white-haired man in front of her and awaken him from his stubbornness.

Her eyes were red, both from anger and discomfort.

She should have been a proud and dominant ruler, yet for the man before her, she became an impulsive little girl once again.

"What else do you have to sacrifice? Do you have to sacrifice me as well before you dare to step forward?"

Perhaps the woman’s words deeply stabbed the white-haired man, as pain flashed across his exquisitely elegant face.

His low, powerful voice echoed in the dark grand hall, "I won’t allow you to sacrifice yourself for these things. Give me some more time, and I’ll break free from these shackles and serve you as king."

With tearful, reddened eyes, the woman spoke defiantly, "I won’t let you sacrifice yourself either. In the face of divine sovereignty, they have no right to tread on you and move forward."

Len snapped awake, his mind a jumble, unable to tell reality from the dream.

He must be crazy to have such dreams.

Len glanced at the time and called Chloe, only to hear the buzzing sound of the mobile phone on the table. He realized that Chloe’s phone was with him.

Len furrowed his brow and went out.

As the sun shone on his face, he raised his hand to shield his eyes, and then looked up to see Little Chloe with a slightly pale face.

Len was momentarily taken aback but then smiled, "Little Chloe couldn’t wait to come see me as soon as she woke up. Did you miss me?"

Chloe stared at him with furrowed brows, coldly saying, "You didn’t listen."

Len paused again before letting out a low, deep laugh from his throat!