“AWOOO!!!” With the fall of the great wolf’s blood-thirsty words, all the lycans present loudly roared, ear-piercing howls echoing throughout the great hall.

Xu Yangyi’s gaze faintly brushed through the entire crowd, and he suddenly laughed, “Twelve mid Marquises and seventy-plus Counts. As expected.”

“Oh?” Savidean VII’s thick finger lightly tapped the side of the bed. He said with a smile that wasn’t a smile, “Are you scared? Kneel now, confess your sin before me, and I can consider excusing you. Ah, of course… you’ll have to sign an eternal clause of servitude for the House of Corvinus. And, you’ll have to offer your spiritual sense and allow me to possess it. You know, a mongrel cultivator such as yourself never speaks the truth.”

Xu Yangyi didn’t reply, instead continuing to laugh. “Since that rude wild dog told me, five days have passed.”

“In these five days, I thought to myself what kind of scene there would be if I came.”

“Tons and tons of people. Also with the representatives of every major family and their elites.” Xu Yangyi gracefully walked to the side of a lycan waiter. Just as the waiter bared his teeth, he was immediately sent flying away with a slap, directly slamming into over a dozen people. With a miserable howl, the waiter crashed into the ground.

The great wolf didn’t speak, his eyes...