The Alliance did not stay quiet.
It exploded.
A Super creature—
Killed.
Not in the wild.
Not in secrecy.
But inside the shelter.
In front of everyone.
And this time—
There was no mask.
No Shadow.
Han Chandu's face—
Was seen.
The news spread instantly.
Across networks.
Across groups.
Across the entire Alliance.
By the time he returned home—
They were already there.
Reporters.
Hunters.
Organizations.
Cameras.
Voices.
Questions.
"…how did you do it?!"
"…what level are you?!"
"…did you use a special Beast Soul?!"
"…sell it! we'll pay anything!"
Noise filled everything.
Relentless.
Pressing.
Han Chandu stood at the door.
Calm.
But this—
Was a problem.
This wasn't the Sanctuary.
This was the real world.
And now—
He was exposed.
The door closed.
But it didn't matter.
The noise remained.
Minutes passed.
Then—
It stopped.
Not faded.
Not reduced.
Stopped.
The crowd parted.
Without being told.
Without resistance.
A group walked forward.
Calm.
Controlled.
Then—
A presence.
Silence followed him.
Because everyone knew.
This was not someone to question.
He stepped forward.
Looked at Han Chandu.
"…you did it."
Not a question.
A statement.
Han Chandu didn't deny it.
"…yes."
A pause.
Then—
Luo Haitang nodded slightly.
"…good."
No surprise.
No shock.
Only approval.
He looked around briefly.
At the crowd.
At the reporters.
Then spoke.
"In the First Sanctuary…"
"…no one should be able to kill a Super creature."
Silence deepened.
"…Sacred fighters have fitness around twenty to twenty-five."
"…even Evolvers reach only thirty to forty."
His gaze returned to Han Chandu.
"…yet you did it."
No exaggeration.
No praise.
Just fact.
The weight of those words—
Settled over everyone.
Because now—
They understood.
This wasn't normal strength.
This was something beyond their level.
Luo Haitang stepped closer.
"…from today…"
"…no one here will disturb you."
No raised voice.
No threat.
But it was absolute.
Behind him—
People moved.
Reporters stepped back.
Hunters left.
The noise—
Vanished.
Clean.
Immediate.
Han Chandu observed.
Calm.
Because now—
This was control.
Luo Haitang looked at him again.
"…you have potential."
A pause.
"…don't waste it."
No more words.
He turned.
Left.
The pressure left with him.
Silence returned.
Han Chandu stood at the door.
The world outside—
Looked the same.
But it wasn't.
Because now—
He was no longer hidden.
And once exposed—
There was no going back.
He closed the door.
Inside—
Stillness.
But this time—
Different.
Because now—
The path ahead—
Was no longer only his.