Saifitos, facing Qin Feng alone, could only take punches—let alone with Chen Jie and Chen Xi joining in. Though Qingya appeared leisurely, showing no intention to join the fray, as soon as Saifitos gained the upper hand or managed to dodge an attack, she would instantly unleash a bolt of lightning. Thud... thud... thump... plop... Outnumbered and outmatched, even a hero can't hold his own against a crowd. After being kicked down by Qin Shao, Saifitos was unable to rise again and soon collapsed, lying motionless on the ground like a lifeless dog. Seeing that the situation had settled, Qingya spoke, "Enough. If we really kill him, we'll have a problem." Qin stepped back two paces, addressing the two Chen brothers still not satisfied, saying, "That's enough. Do you really intend to kill him? I'd like to make it clear right now—when the time comes, I'll clean my own backside. After all, I'm a member of the Haotian Palace. As long as I step into the palace, no one from the Heavens dares to come after me." That sounded incredibly ungracious. Upon hearing this, the two immediately paused—of course, no one from the Heavens would dare trouble the Haotian Palace's people. As for us two, what could we do? Safiotus lay motionless on the ground, only his breathing remaining. Qin Feng glanced at him and said, "Safiotus, I didn't just talk to those two—now it's your turn. With all the boasting you've done just now, I'd hardly consider killing you a mild act. Go back where you came from and stop showing up to embarrass yourself." Safiotus struggled to rise from the ground and replied, "Qin Feng, can I take this as your attitude?" "Yes, this is my attitude "He patiently explained: "Forget any hopes of compensation. Either you lead your entire army and fight us head-on, with real battles decided by who wins—then the winner speaks; or you retreat and never mention this again. If, in the future, you dare to utter the word 'compensation' once more, you'll truly be in trouble." "I'm—hold on," Safitos said, quickly closing his mouth as he saw him about to move again, then added, "Qin Feng, I'll remember today's events. I'll surely repay you. Just wait." With that, he limped away. Several immortals in the Honglu Palace were nearly moved to tears. The leading figure sighed, saying, "Qin Immortal, your remarks just now were actually approved by the Jade Emperor." "No," he said plainly, "this was entirely my own idea." "What if a full-scale war between gods and demons truly breaks out?" the other worriedly asked. "Then we'll just have to fight." "He smiled brightly and said, 'Isn't it true that you're all afraid? Hasn't the long period of peace worn down your ambitions and aspirations? I think this is a perfect opportunity for growth." Truly, quite shameful—several immortals silently rolled their eyes at him. At the Heavenly Palace, after listening to the report from Laozi, the Jade Emperor smiled and said, "Qin Feng has done quite well. It's time for those troublesome demonic clans to truly understand that our Heavenly Court is no easy target." Laozi sighed gently and remarked, "Yet, Your Majesty, despite our two decisive victories against the demonic representatives—sending them fleeing in disgrace—our conduct has fallen short of true courtesy. I'm certain the demonic clans won't accept this quietly. They'll surely find new ways to cause trouble." "Then let Qin Feng handle it. If he can manage the first round, he'll surely succeed in the second." Laozi really wanted to say, 'Hun Dan!'—no, actually, 'Hun Dan!'—both of them, utterly uncommitted. … Responding to the realm of Shafitou, Safiotos was too embarrassed to visit his several allies and instead went straight to the Palace of the Mage-Emperor, pleading and weeping to see the Mage-Emperor. The Mage-Emperor had originally been unwilling to receive someone of such a lower rank, but upon hearing that Safiotos had been beaten up in the Heavens, he finally agreed to summon him. With a visibly distressed expression, Safiotos lay on the ground, recounting in detail his experiences in the Heavens, full of emotion—so moving that it brought tears to everyone's eyes. The Mage-Emperor, an elderly man with white hair and beard, possessed a rare wisdom in his eyes, often seen in ordinary people, listened quietly throughout, never offering any comment. In his view, Safiotos' actions were simply foolish—when a Mage-people went to the Heavens to demand compensation, a mere beating was considered mild; killing him would have been nothing short of expected. Yet, since Safiotos was one of his own, he could not say this outright. The figure lying on the ground saw the Mage Emperor seemingly unmoved, and continued his vigorous performance: "Your Majesty, I have strictly followed your instructions to negotiate with the heavenly court. They treated me poorly—how can that not be considered an affront to you?" Upon hearing this, the Emperor's expression darkened. Before dispatching his first delegation, he had already sent messengers to consult with him, expressing his initial intention: "Since you wish to protest, go ahead and protest—let's see how the heavenly court responds." Now that he had observed the heavenly court's reaction, it matched his expectations quite closely, making the matter rather uninteresting. Naturally, he had no desire to intervene. Yet Safitos' argument held some merit. With a stern face, the Emperor said, "Very well. I will send envoys to meet with the Jade Emperor. How can they treat my representatives casually? If they prefer to engage in physical combat, then so be it. I shall dispatch the youngest and most formidable warrior of the magical realm to challenge the heavenly court. The defeated party shall then offer formal apologies to the victor." "Saifotos raised his head: 'Just an apology? Then what about my compensation?' 'You're still thinking about compensation? Are you crazy—or is your brain full of mashed-up dough? Go yourself! I won't be responsible for doing it.' The魔King sniffed. Who on earth cleaned the glass so thoroughly? I'm already a deified immortal, and yet I haven't even noticed! In the living room, the young women exchanged a smile. A few seconds later, he, with grass stems still clinging to his head, opened the security door and said in a huff, "Alright, just tell me—whom did you have clean the glass? I'm making her the first and the last person of the evening!" The young women burst into laughter again. Mei Hui, clutching her stomach, said, "It's our hired housekeeping lady—we asked her to clean the glass, and she did it absolutely flawlessly. Husband, if you really want her to be both the first and the last, I'll call her right away." Qin Shao's face was turning an astonishing shade of green.