In Safitos's eyes, there was a clear blaze of anger. Qin Dashi deliberately ignored him, slowly withdrawing a delicate pendant from his pocket and said, "This was a gift from Meili. She called it her final possession, something passed down from her ancestors. I didn't particularly care for it at first—she insisted on giving it to me, so I had no choice but to accept it." The pendant was heart-shaped, made of an ordinary material, far less impressive than the blood-red gemstone just shown earlier, and could only be described as well-crafted. Yet when Safitos saw it, his eyes widened in astonishment. While others might not know, he was well aware of its lineage—it had been passed from Meili's grandmother to her mother, and then to Meili herself, a treasure she held most dear. Now, however, the pendant was in Qin Feng's hands. Taking a deep breath, he suppressed his rising anger and asked, "So, exactly how did you come by it?" "Didn't I just say so?" "He smiled warmly and said, 'Don't you believe me? If you still don't, then I'm truly at a loss.' 'Just a simple pendant—of course I wouldn't believe that. Maybe you killed Mei Li and stole it from her body?' Safitos said cautiously. He said seriously, "Of course I'm willing to swear it, but why should I do so? What makes you think you're special? My maid brought me gifts—do I need to explain myself to you? I truly don't want to accept her. She's from the magical race—the underground people. How well do you think their offspring will fare? I've always been worried that their children might end up being creatures of mixed traits." Safitos could take it no longer, pointing at him and shouting, "You, Qin—how dull! You've gone too far! I'll wipe you out!" "Very well! You dare to insult me, the Great Immortal—watch me fight!" He had been ready to strike all along, and after waiting patiently for so long, finally saw his chance. Of course, he wouldn't miss it. He delivered a solid punch straight to the man's nose. The magical race bore a resemblance to Europeans—narrow noses, deep-set eyes—with the nose being the most prominent feature of the face, thus the natural target of attack. Saifutos didn't expect the man to act so abruptly—no warning, no preparation—by the time he could react, Qin Shao's fists had already grown larger and larger in his sight, until his nose ached. Thud… A punch from a lower-tier Lingxian could split mountains and shatter stone. Under such force, Saifutos' head snapped back, sending him and his chair both tumbling to the ground. The two magi stationed behind him stared with blazing eyes. As the saying goes, "When the master is disgraced, the ministers perish." They immediately charged forward to avenge their lord. Crack… crack… Two streaks of lightning materialized mid-air and struck their heads precisely. The two were instantly stunned—clearly a feat by Qingya, who held the Thunder Pearl in her hand. "Damn you, demonic race! Daring to insult me, a Great Immortal of the Heavens, right here on this very patch of land? Are you truly growing impatient to live?" Qin Shao surged forward. A mere punch wouldn't suffice—this had to be a full-scale assault on the fallen. Safitos, disregarding his dignity, executed a lazy rolling dodge to evade Qin's deadly charge, then scrambled to his feet, hands and knees, shouting, "Qin, don't go too far— I'm the Magian negotiator! If you strike me, I'll appeal to the Jade Emperor!" "You call me out, and I'll certainly hit you," Qin scoffed. "Even if you appeal to the Queen Mother, I'll still beat you. You really think the Jade Emperor has time to see you?" The two engaged in a lively, back-and-forth battle of punches and kicks. Thud... thud... Solid blows, delivered close-range—this kind of hand-to-hand combat couldn't favor one side over the other. When Qin landed four punches, he himself took two. Man, I'm going to need the Haotian Hammer! He suddenly stepped back, then launched the hammer once he'd created distance. Safitos had no idea how powerful the Haotian Hammer was, and his response was simply to raise his right fist—believing it would be easy to send the hammer flying with a single punch. Thud… inhale… thump… As soon as Safitos’s fist met the hammer, his body began to recoil, crashing heavily into a white jade pillar beside him and cracking it into several fissures. "Take another blow from me!" Qin Shao, unyielding in his momentum, now unleashed his second move, the Rotating Heaven Thunder. Safitos dodged the initial strike, but couldn’t avoid the hammer that came flying back from behind—this time, he landed in a spectacular mess, face-down. The昊天hammer, now magnified several times over, descended like a falling mountain, crushing Safitos beneath it, leaving only his head exposed. Qin Feng leapt over him, first giving Safitos a solid slap, then boasting proudly, "You're speechless, aren’t you? Do you accept it? Still dare to criticize me? Try saying one more thing—I’ll guarantee you’ll be so beaten that even your mother won’t recognize you!" Safitos was furious—within the Magic Realm, he had been a dominant force, and on Crystal King Star, he had always stood above all others, never having been stepped on once. "Hmph! You’re silent now? That He kept slapping him one after another, finally removing his shoes and delivering a series of sharp, crisp slaps—cracking and clattering with satisfying force. Qingya said from the side, "Qin Feng, that's enough. No one's easy." Of course, Qin wouldn't stop. "He'll only be free when he asks for mercy. The more he holds on, the better—I'd like to see how long he can stay stubborn. You, Qingya, don't just stand there—come over and give him a few slaps yourself. This is a royal magian's dignity, not something anyone can just take for granted." The beautiful监察使 flushed slightly, "I don't have your eccentric habits, but I believe there are two people who really enjoy doing this. Shall I call them in for you?" Qin blinked, "Who?" "Your brother Tao and that handsome young man, Xī." She smiled gently. "Ah, right. How could I have forgotten them." "Qin was overjoyed: "Then let's bring them in right away—it's a perfect opportunity to settle scores. But you must insist they use their own shoes; I'm not providing them with weapons." The two had just taken a beating and were desperate to get even. Safitos was so moved he was on the verge of tears. What's next? You've always championed the Heavens as a land of gentlemen—do gentlemen really take off their shoes and slap people across the face?"