Thwack… thwack… thwack… Puff… Thump… Hitting people has always been one of Qin Shao’s favorite activities. Since his ascension, he’s only managed to hit two individuals—so he’s been eager to get back into the swing. Now that you, the impetuous demon族, have deliberately brought your faces close, if I don’t give you several slap-and-nose-knocking treatments, I’d be truly remiss in welcoming you all from afar. “Ah, how are you hitting me like this? My nose…!” “My old second—hasn’t the Heavens ever resorted to such underhanded tactics? Why wasn’t anyone informed beforehand?” “Qin Shao, you’ve mistaken me—my title is not even a demon!” cried a heavenly being who had been caught in the crossfire. Qin Feng, continuing to punch and kick, said, “Didn’t you see me hitting people? You didn’t even step aside—instead, you deliberately leaned forward and brought your face close. That’s what I call not being subtle.” The battered heavenly being, voice full of regret, added, “I only wanted to watch the action, "Then hurry up and get moving—don't just stand around!" With Qin's current strength, defeating a royal-level demon was a breeze, let alone these mere junior demons before him, who had little chance to resist and could only take punches. "Oh, Qin Master, you've made a mistake again! This is our heavenly treasury—our property, not to be damaged at will!" The tables, chairs, and benches either became weapons in his hands or were crushed under the blows from the defeated demons, suffering heavy losses. Ignoring the protests, Qin picked up a grand chancellor's chair and slammed it into a demon's back, scoffing, "I'm from the Haotian Palace. What business do I have caring about your heavenly property?" Within ten minutes, all the demons lay flat on the ground, pretending to be dead dogs, barely breathing, afraid of drawing any further attention from Qin Feng. A few of them, with tear-streaked eyes, were thinking—after all, we're demons ourselves. But compared to this formidable demon lord, we're nothing short of paragons of refinement. Qin felt a little less aggrieved and smiled, saying, "Ladies and gentlemen, in our heavenly realm, we always value the gentlemanly principle of speaking rather than acting." The leading demon immediately responded, "Then why did you physically assault our negotiation delegates? We hereby protest." He calmly continued, "Allow me to finish. Indeed, it is true that in our heavenly realm, we traditionally prefer to speak rather than act. However, once someone speaks harshly against us, this principle automatically becomes invalid. Do you realize that you yourself are a delegate? Who grants you the right to speak so disrespectfully? This is precisely our heavenly realm's territory—our domain—how could we allow you to act so arrogantly?" "Having said that, he pulled over the only chair that hadn't been broken, sat down casually, and declared, 'I officially conclude the pre-negotiation warm-up exercises. Now, let's begin the negotiations. What do you mean? I'm sitting upright—this is my respect for you. Yet you're all lying on the ground. Are you showing contempt for the heavens, for the celestial court, or for me personally? Do you want to be beaten up?" The immortal representatives from the demonic realm were nearly crying—how could they have been lying on the ground while he sat so formally? Still, they quickly rose to avoid further punishment, though they had already lost much of their dignity in terms of presence and morale. After just having been beaten, what image could they possibly present? Qin Shao glanced at them and remarked, "What's going on here? I'm seated while you're standing—do you expect me to look up at you? You're certainly bold, but do you really think you'll get away with being beaten?" A crowd of magical beings began searching everywhere for chairs, but none could find a single complete one. With determination, they simply sat down on the ground, thinking now they’d see how the others would respond—since now it was they who were looking down upon them, not the other way around. Qin Shao was highly satisfied with this development. From a lofty position, he cast a proud, superior gaze over each magical being’s face, saying, “You really are quite unattractive—unattractive to the point of being absurd. Are all magical beings this unremarkable? If I were you, I’d have taken my own life long ago, rather than face others every day and be constantly startled by my appearance.” The leading magical being sighed, “Our appearance isn’t something we can control. Besides, we don’t consider ourselves unattractive at all.” “Nonsense,” Qin Shao scoffed. “You’re truly grotesque. If you look at yourselves in the mirror, even the terms ‘crooked’ or ‘splintered’ would be considered compliments.” The magical beings were nearly in tears. We’ve been knocked around so badly by your arrival that we now appear so unattractive—yet we never truly were "Just don't argue. I've seen beautiful magical beings. Don't you come from Crystal King's Star? Then you must know about Meili, right? She's absolutely beautiful." Qin Shao spoke without pause. A magical being scoffed, "How useful is beauty? We still keep losing battles, still fall at the hands of Earthlings. Proven facts show that delicate, beautiful ones are unreliable—our sturdy, practical kind are the most dependable." Qin Shao glared at him, "Who said Meili died?" "She hasn't died?" Another magical being spoke even more sharply, "Then her failure is even greater. Under her leadership, tens of thousands of our magical forces were crushed on Earth. Where has she gone? Why hasn't she returned to Crystal King's Star to apologize to the King? This is truly outrageous." You lot still haven't learned your manners—fine, I'll give it one more try. Thud... thud... Gasps and cries echoed through the sky above Honglu Palace, lingering on, refusing to fade. Finally, all the demonic beings lay on the ground, unable to rise, and Qin Daxian was particularly diligent in ordering that no assistance of any kind be provided to them. After enduring two consecutive assaults, the demonic beings grew utterly discouraged, deeply realizing how幼稚 their previously devised array strategy had been. Based on years of study of the heavenly realm, the demons concluded that while the immortals were accustomed to internal rivalries, they were especially concerned with appearances—merely by being obstinate and persistent, they could render the immortals helpless and achieve their desired outcomes. All their careful calculations failed to anticipate that the heavenly realm also had individuals who lacked reason—namely, Qin Feng. As the saying goes, "the wicked are always worn down by the wicked," and now they had truly been met with a solid wall. Yet, if it hadn't been for Qin Shao's personal involvement in this matter, the heavenly court would certainly have suffered losses on the demonic side. After all, they came with genuine intentions, and the stiff, formal ones naturally responded with true sincerity—only to end up completely outmaneuvered. For a long while, it took one of the magical beings to finally struggle to sit up, voice trembling with despair, asking, "Leader, what should we do now?" The leader sighed impatiently, "What else can we do? Our tried-and-true method has completely failed. As soon as we say anything, we're attacked. What's left to discuss? We simply pack up and head back, waiting for the kings' instructions." "We don't even need to pack—our belongings have all been thrown to the ground by them." "I'll be back..." The leader's final words were just like the famous closing line of the gray wolf.