The Prophet sneered internally, thinking, Kid, you had the upper hand, yet you dare to speak with such arrogance? Aren't you just digging your own grave? It seems even Heaven is helping me.

With that thought, the Prophet spoke with a cold laugh, "Nonsense! How dare you insult our Beast Race? How could the Beast Race ever be defeated? With the Aoyue Empire backing us, your Tianlong Empire would have absolutely no hope. For you to be so conceited, I imagine the Emperor of Tianlong must think the same way! In that case, I see no need to continue this negotiation. Our Beast Race does not deign to negotiate with mere humans who look down on us. You should leave now."

As soon as the Prophet finished speaking, the Beast Race officials in the grand hall immediately voiced their agreement, demanding Mo Han's departure.

However, the Beast Race's First Prince looked at Mo Han with confusion. He believed that with Mo Han's capabilities, he wouldn't make such a basic error. So, what was his true intention in saying those things? Seeing the growing indignation among the crowd, the Beast Emperor had no choice but to raise his hand, signaling for quiet. He then looked coldly at Mo Han and stated, "On what basis, Envoy, do you make such claims? If your explanation does not satisfy us, then I agree that this negotiation is pointless."

Hearing this, Mo Han calmly replied, "Respected Beast Emperor, since I have made the statement, I naturally have my reasons. I can state clearly now that even if you truly mobilize your troops this time, I believe the Aoyue Empire will absolutely refuse to march in cooperation with you."

Mo Han dropped another bombshell, and the hall immediately erupted into chaos. The Prophet sneered again, "Envoy, are you merely spouting nonsense to cover up your previous mistake? Do you truly believe we would swallow such a ridiculously weak excuse? Do you really take us for fools?" Mo Han remained unfazed and replied, "Esteemed Prophet, there is no need to rush. I have not finished speaking. I have a basis for saying what I said."

The Prophet merely snorted coldly and remained silent, waiting to see what other tricks Mo Han could pull to salvage his disadvantage.

Mo Han continued, "I have received definite intelligence: the Church of Light on the Dragon Ascent Continent has decided to intervene and prevent the Aoyue Empire from launching this conspiracy. I believe the Church of Light’s notification is already on its way to the Aoyue Empire. If the Aoyue Empire persists, they will face the punishment of tens of thousands of Judgment Knights and hundreds of thousands of Guardian Knights from the Church of Light. Furthermore, all priests within the Aoyue Empire will refuse treatment to any wounded Aoyue soldiers. Under such circumstances, do you believe the Aoyue Empire could possibly defeat the Church of Light? Do they dare risk mobilization against the Tianlong Empire under such immense peril? I can tell you clearly: it is absolutely impossible. The Aoyue Empire will not risk national annihilation to send troops."

As Mo Han's words concluded, the Beast Race officials in the hall fell silent. If what Mo Han said was true, then this war truly did not need to be fought; a 1-on-1 confrontation with the Tianlong Empire meant the Beast Race's chances of victory were exceedingly slim.

The Prophet immediately cried out, "That is impossible! The Church of Light is currently struggling to manage its own affairs; how could they have the time to meddle in this matter? Stop speaking recklessly! Do you have any proof to support your claims?" Mo Han retorted with a cold laugh, "How do you know the Church of Light will not intervene, Prophet? Do you have any evidence for that assertion?" Of course, the Prophet could not reveal his clandestine dealings with the Dark Church. With that in mind, the Prophet coldly stated, "I know what I know; I don't need to tell you why. Do you have proof?" Mo Han smiled and replied, "I naturally know what I know. You can choose not to believe me, but I suspect you will know the truth of my words soon enough."

The Prophet scoffed, "Since you know all this, why bother coming to this negotiation? I think you are just talking nonsense." In truth, Mo Han wasn't entirely certain whether the Church of Light would actually intervene in the Aoyue Empire's plan to mobilize troops. However, the slight vibration from his Jade Talisman of Light had just signaled to Mo Han that this matter was undeniably connected to the Underworld Race (Mingzu). Although the vibration was faint, it was enough for Mo Han to formulate a plan. If this matter was indeed a conspiracy orchestrated by the Underworld Race, then given the Church of Light’s stance, they absolutely could not stand by and watch humans slaughter one another, falling prey to the Underworld Race’s scheme. Even if the Church wasn't planning to intervene immediately, Mo Han was confident that once he returned and explained the situation to Shui Ling'er, the Church of Light would certainly not ignore it. Intervention was highly possible, and at that point, his words would be proven true—he had simply announced it ahead of schedule.

Hearing the Prophet's words, Mo Han simply sneered, "Whether it is nonsense or not, the results will be evident soon enough. The reason I traveled to the Beast Race to prevent this war is not because we are afraid, but because our Tianlong Empire is benevolent and wishes to spare the people of both nations the ravages of war. Even if the Tianlong Empire could win this war, the losses would be devastating. As the saying goes, 'Injure the enemy by a thousand, but lose eight hundred oneself.' Why should we sacrifice the lives of so many soldiers from both nations for this pointless conflict? It is precisely for this consideration that I came to this negotiation, hoping Your Majesty the Beast Emperor will carefully weigh our proposal and stop this war for the sake of the lives of your people and ours."

After hearing Mo Han’s words, the Beast Emperor’s expression shifted constantly; it was impossible to tell what he was thinking, but it was certain that his inner turmoil was immense and far from calm.

Seeing the situation develop, the Prophet, unwilling to concede, insisted, "Hmph, I see this as nothing more than your delaying tactic, a trick to coax us into signing an agreement so we cannot go back on our word! None of this is true."

Mo Han was about to reply when a Beast Race guard rushed in to report, "The Holy Maiden of the Church of Light requests an audience!" Hearing the guard’s report, Mo Han was secretly overjoyed. Heh, speak of the devil, and here she is. What perfect timing! Ling'er, you are truly wonderful; I adore you.