The injured cricket still demonstrated remarkable agility, with its wound area turning completely black. Yet it turned around and expelled a sphere of energy. The female instructor launched her dagger, which struck the sphere squarely. To everyone's surprise, the energy sphere—normally possessing immense destructive power—vanished entirely, as if a large cannon, about to fire its projectile, had had its ignition extinguished by a single stream of urine. Qin Feng stared in astonishment: "This is truly possible." After all, he had always used incantations to neutralize such energy spheres, and even when he couldn't use one, he had to resort to two at a time—this had already consumed quite a few over the past few days. He then drew out his dagger, Fire-Phoenix, to test it himself. Facing the swiftly approaching energy sphere, he calmly threw the dagger like a flying blade. Swish— the golden dagger transformed into a streak of light, precisely piercing the high-speed flying energy sphere. Something unexpected has just happened again—the Flame Meteor pierced through the energy sphere and continued flying forward, while the sphere itself seemed unharmed, carrying on its journey toward him. Wow, is this really what they say about people dying when people die, and goods being discarded when goods are discarded? Both are among the world's ten most mysterious daggers, yet the Flame Meteor has far outpaced Sarah Vell by several streets in ranking. Back when Sarah Vell faced the vampire clan, she offered no real advantage at all—on the contrary, the Flame Meteor managed to dispatch one with a single slash, effortlessly. Now, facing the energy sphere, Sarah Vell is clearly outperforming her, while the Flame Meteor seems completely ineffective. Well, then, I'll just stick with my own incantations. Good thing they're my own drawings—had I bought them, I'm sure Qin would have been devastated by the cost. Heh… the Fire Dragon successfully absorbed the energy sphere, and a tremendous roar echoed through the air. He lifted his foot, and the flying sword shot forth, striking precisely the right eye of a large flying cockroach. It plunged deep into the creature's head, wreaking havoc before emerging from the left eye. The cockroach writhed in agony, and the sword continued its assault, severing both of its antennae. The cockroach plummeted directly from the sky, crashing heavily onto the ground, and after a few struggles, lay still—Yan Wang had departed. Longsha suddenly snapped open her large, round eyes, leaping forward with remarkable agility and instantly covering several hundred meters. The female magical race had chosen not to launch an attack when Qin Feng first appeared—intending to observe just what kind of strength he possessed—so they had watched helplessly as a large cockroach was slain. Qin Feng suddenly sensed danger coming from behind him. He paused his assault and turned around, only to be startled. Good heavens! What on earth was that thing? It resembled a sea bream, measuring up to seventy or eighty meters in length. Its head was somewhat like a shark’s, yet also reminiscent of the ancient dragon head design from the Chinese civilization. Rising prominently along its back were structures resembling fish fins. If he had seen it in the sea, he might not have been overly surprised; but now, in the sky, even Qin Feng, known for his broad knowledge, had never witnessed a fish gliding through the air—especially one that clearly lacked wings. Standing atop the bream-like head was a beautiful woman. Given that Scoti loves to stand on the head of large cockroaches, he immediately linked this beautiful woman with the magical race. Isabella also secured one large cockroach and, seizing the opportunity, said, "The visitors aren't friendly—likely someone more impressive than the big fellow. Stay alert." Qin nodded and said, "Don't worry. As soon as the situation turns unfavorable, we'll retreat into the smaller tripod, and they'll be at a loss." As the sovereign of Earth, he felt it necessary to ascertain the identity of his guests. Taking advantage of the fact that the visitors were still some distance away, he called out loudly, "Madam, may I ask your surname?" Meli was momentarily taken aback, not expecting the young man with the surname Qin to ask such a question. But she quickly brightened up, adopting a graceful, seductive tone and saying, "I'm Meli. What's your name, handsome?" "I'm Qin Feng, heh." He gave a smirking smile and said, "My wife's name is Mei Hui. You're called Mei Li. If it weren't for your European features, I'd have thought you were her sister—my little sister-in-law." The beautiful fairy maiden smiled more seductively. "Is that really so? It's quite a coincidence. Maybe you and your wife are actually sisters after all." Man, how could my woman possibly be sisters to a fairy? Don't inflate your own status—just let me praise you a little, and you'll take it seriously. Seeing him remain silent, Mei Li continued with a warm smile, "Hey, handsome, I heard you defeated my team completely, didn't you?" Scoti interjected, "Sir, it was he who killed off nearly forty of my men. If it hadn't been for him, our forward base would have been established long ago." The fairy maiden's face turned cold, and she huffed, "Did I ask you to speak?" "Exactly! While you're chatting with the handsome and the beautiful, you, a plain-looking oddball, just interrupt—how utterly unpolite! I'm truly ashamed of your mother." Qin was particularly skilled at adding details and embellishing stories, and stirring up drama was one of his greatest passions. Scott was furious, and, not paying attention, was struck by Qingya's magical implement, tumbling from the sky and crashing into the ground, leaving a deep crater. Qin immediately exclaimed, "See? That's exactly what happens when one fails to show proper etiquette—divine retribution, isn't it? Learn from your general, pay more attention to the manners of others, especially those who are both well-dressed and polite—set an example, wouldn't you agree?" Mei Li giggled softly, completely unconcerned that her own hands were being beaten in front of her. Qin smiled warmly at her, deliberately gazing at her with the unmistakable, lingering gaze of a suitor captivated by a beautiful woman—his eyes roaming over her with unabashed enthusiasm. "You're quite the conversationalist, aren't you, handsome?" Mei Li said, her eyebrows arching into crescent moons, her voice soft and sweet. "I truly enjoy working with people like you. As for those with rigid, inflexible minds—well, I find them quite tedious to be around." The remark carried a clear, pointed Scotty turned crimson, scrambling to his feet, yelling furiously, "Stinking woman! See how I'll kill you today!" He was clearly scolding Seiya, yet his tone carried the same flavor of blaming the monk for being bald—his delicate features now etched with several dark lines of annoyance. Qin, the young noble, couldn't help but chuckle—what a perfect example of "the roof beam is crooked, so is the lower beam"—it was simply too funny. He found himself unable to suppress a smile. The beautiful magical being glanced at her subordinate and then said, "Young gentleman, how about joining us? Once we've unified Earth, you'll be the sovereign above all others—second only to the Emperor, right?"