The delegates' hearts were utterly shattered. They watched as the figure of Linghu, so graceful, so captivating, so pitiable, squinted and collapsed heavily onto the ground, as if they were witnessing their first love from past, present, and future lives being brutally struck down. It was as if every woman they had loved and entangled with across ten thousand reincarnations had been violently felled, as if the one soul mate from endless rebirths—the one person etched most deeply in their memory—was now tragically spitting blood and collapsing with a mournful cry.

The delegates’ very cores were breaking apart. There was no one else in their eyes; there was only Linghu, only this plump, jolly, and endearing little old man!

A world-shattering rage burned fiercely in their breasts. The delegates howled maniacally, “Kill him! Annihilate the Duoke Federation completely!”

“Venerable Lords, please flee quickly!” Linghu, covered in blood, staggered and managed to prop himself up halfway, his gentle gaze sweeping over the assembled delegates. He shouted a deeply concerned warning before—like a withered leaf drifting from a bough—he fell back to the ground, enveloped in a profound gloom, a deep resentment, a heavy melancholy, and a deep sorrow. Perhaps due to the inherent elasticity of his substantial flesh, Linghu’s upper body bounced slightly on the ground, and his arms twitched several times in the spreading pool of blood before his breath finally left him.

“Roar!” The delegates of every nation descended into madness. They ignored their own guards, screaming and surging toward ‘Binker,’ who lay overturned on the floor.

Among the one hundred-odd delegates were those in perfect humanoid form, and others resembling hairy apes. Some were octopus-like, sporting a dozen slimy tentacles and glowing green; others were silicon-based beings encased in a thick layer of crystalline matter. Some squirmed across the floor like caterpillars, while others possessed no discernible physical body at all, existing only as brilliant spheres of light.

Yet, regardless of race or gender, regardless of bodily structure, a towering fury boiled within them! They had made up their minds—to personally kill this monstrous ‘Binker,’ and then immediately petition their home worlds to declare full-scale war against the Duoke Federation.

The hall’s arranged live feed cameras were all perfectly focused on the enraged delegates. They screamed and threw themselves onto ‘Binker,’ frantically tearing at his body with hands, claws, tentacles, or other incomprehensible appendages.

“Long live the glorious Duoke Federation! Live! Live!” ‘Binker’ laughed wildly. He ripped the safety pin off the explosive packs strapped to his chest.

Boom! The first two hundred or so delegates rushing forward were instantly vaporized along with ‘Binker.’ Billions of viewers across the Star Alliance witnessed the scene; the impression of the Duoke Federation as brutal, savage, and inhuman was instantly etched into the minds of every citizen—and this was significant, as many top civilizations within the Star Alliance hadn't even been aware that a minor state named the Duoke Federation existed in the Spiral Sector until now!

The shockwave from the explosion flung Linghu far away. He once again crashed onto the ground with great pathos and mournful grace, spitting out a small mouthful of blood in a most elegant manner.

A delegate resembling an eight-tentacled octopus shrieked and lunged forward. Its eight tentacles gently curled around Linghu’s body, drawing his face close to its parrot-beak-like mouth opening. A thick, salty brine smell washed over him. Yet, this bizarrely exteriored delegate possessed a remarkably melodious voice, a sound like thousands of larks singing in unison. “Oh, my poor sweet little thing, your injuries are too severe! Let me give you artificial respiration! Oh, you must hold on! What a tiny tragedy!”

The parrot-beak orifice clamped onto Linghu’s mouth with a sharp snap. Linghu’s body convulsed and sprang upward violently.

“Heavens above, my Charm Domain… the negative feedback is too potent, too damn potent! I’m going mad!”

Linghu barely suppressed the urge to throw a punch that would turn the head of this female Octopoid delegate into dust. Just as he hesitated on how to escape this torment, another female delegate rushed toward him. This one was a vision of serene beauty, wreathed in an aura of maternal grace, her hair golden-yellow and her skin a captivating pale gold. She lunged desperately toward Linghu while screaming loudly, “Good heavens, what are you doing? You hideous octopus!”

Far off at the edge of the venue, Kan Hua, who had been lying listlessly on the floor, suddenly’s eyes lit up. He muttered under his breath, “Damn that fat man, you… you are utterly shameless… Good heavens, such shamelessness exists in the world! Such shameless domain power! Seducing women? Why don't I have such luck?”

Furious and exasperated, Kan Hua shoved off the ground with both hands, slithering like a slippery snake with a hiss across most of the hall, positioning himself perfectly in front of the demure beauty. With a sharp thwack, Kan Hua sprang upright from the ground, meeting the beautiful delegate head-on and firmly blocking the way to her rosy lips.

A chorus of piercing screams erupted. The beautiful delegate slammed a heavy kick into Kan Hua’s thigh.

“Too… utterly embarrassing!”

From afar, still wrestling with Zhao Yi, Gu Xiechen let out a long sigh. Large swathes of grey-white Kui Water Yin Thunder suddenly erupted from his hands. Water, the quintessence of Yin and softness, was something Gu Xiechen, who cultivated the Grand Yin Sutra, could command, having condensed a primal wisp of Taiyin Qi. The white water lightning howled and sprayed outward in all directions. Zhao Yi and the others cooperated perfectly, being blasted a hundred meters away by the detonation, their entire forms turning to ash amidst the explosive glare.

The greatest characteristic of the Kui Water Yin Thunder was that once unleashed, the residual fire would continue burning for days and nights without ceasing, regardless of how long the cultivator had maintained the release. Although Gu Xiechen could not sustain it to that extent, the lightning fire he released continued to crackle and explode for nearly a quarter of an hour.

The dense thunder jolted the crazed figures within the hall. The scattered water vapor was intensely cold, causing everyone to shiver involuntarily. The delegates who had been possessed by Linghu’s charm suddenly sobered. The one holding Linghu and administering artificial respiration violently flung him away a dozen meters with a flick of its tentacles, shrieking delicately, “Oh, my first kiss!” Immediately afterward, the massive eight-tentacled octopus tipped backward lightly toward the sky, collapsing.

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Her golden bracers emitted streams of elegant golden light, bathing her in a luminous halo as she slowly ascended into the sky.

Divine Sense swept over Fuya.Ming’s body. Gu Xiechen was astonished to find that the energy intensity on her surface far exceeded the protective shields of a Primordial-grade warship. “Good heavens, such technology… such engineering… If I could apply this kind of energy shield to my fleet… I would charge ten times the price for one ship!” Gu Xiechen’s eyes were practically gleaming as he stared intently at Fuya.Ming, whose halo around her body was less than a foot thick. He clenched his fists tightly. Science and technology are the primary productive forces, but for Gu Xiechen, advanced technology meant vast quantities of money!

“Hmm, harmony brings wealth… How can I persuade this little lady to willingly hand over her secrets?” Gu Xiechen suddenly felt a pang of regret. “I shouldn’t have given her the control console so easily. But… bullying a woman isn't something I do. Hmm, judging by her appearance, she doesn’t look like the type to default on a debt, does she?”

Gu Xiechen’s gaze flickered as he stealthily approached Fuya.Ming, but several 'loyal' officers immediately leveled their light swords at his chest.

With a helpless gesture, Gu Xiechen slowly stepped back a few paces.

Fuya.Ming unleashed a blinding light, sharply commanding, “Citizens of the Yafik Kingdom! The sudden attack by the Duoke Federation was premeditated!”

The golden intense light covered half the sky, gradually resolving into vast stretches of the cosmos, then rapidly zooming toward a small patch of diffuse stardust.

Massive fleets, entirely blood-red, appeared on the screen. Fuya.Ming cried out in agitation, “The warships of the Duoke Federation were ambushed along the border of our Yafik Kingdom! I ask the delegates of all nations to bear witness: today’s attack was orchestrated entirely by the Duoke Federation!”

The delegates who had luckily survived nodded vigorously. They were the best witnesses; the attack by the Duoke Federation’s ‘Binker’ was undeniable. Those fierce, murderous professional soldiers could absolutely not be from the Yafik Kingdom. As for that fleet of warships, even the dullest mind could recognize them as the Duoke Federation’s armada, especially the three gargantuan vessels nearly eight thousand meters long—the flagships of the Duoke Federation’s three great space fleets. These delegates were intimately familiar with every detail of those three super-ships.

Fuya.Ming nodded with satisfaction and stated coldly, “The Duoke Federation must pay the price! The Yafik Kingdom requires all of you to uphold justice!”

The delegates nodded in agreement once more. Justice absolutely had to be served. Not only would the Duoke Federation be dismembered, but how could they face their own little hearts that had fluttered in terror? Especially the Octopoid delegate whose ‘first kiss’ had been stolen; having just been revived after emergency resuscitation, she immediately proposed forming a multinational force to crush the Duoke Federation.

Suddenly, the Duoke Federation fleet displayed on the light screen began a rapid retreat. They plunged into a nearby jump point at top speed, quickly vanishing from sight.

Everyone let out frustrated shouts. In their view, the Duoke Federation fleet commander must have realized their ground operation had failed, prompting this desperate flight.

Even Gu Xiechen held this opinion. He shook his head helplessly and muttered, “I was hoping they would attack Yafik Star. Now, I won't be able to gauge exactly how strong this planet's defense system truly is.”

However, Fuya.Ming’s expression turned profoundly strange.

From within the intense light, over ten large fleets materialized suddenly from all directions. Immediately, the golden light-composed screen split into a dozen smaller displays.

Handsome, martial, charming, or devilishly free-spirited young men in elaborate robes appeared in the separate windows.

“Dear Fuya, I have arrived to help you punish those presumptuous rebels!” This one was eager to state his objective.

“Oh, my goddess, my highness, you weren't harmed, were you?” This one was desperate to express concern for Fuya.Ming.

“My brilliant junior sister, do you still recall your senior brother who stayed up late every night conducting sandbox drills with you?” This one was leveraging sect ties to establish rapport.

“Oh, Princess Fuya, do you remember what I once told you? I have brought the crown most cherished by my own mother!” This one was attempting seduction with a valuable gift.

In total, over a dozen refined young men were demonstrating, with masterful subtlety, the very essence of amorous young roosters in the displays.

“Hmm, so many suitors? Tsk, tsk… What a perfectly timed arrival,” Gu Xiechen squinted, smiling. Looking at these youths, he couldn't help but feel they were all shining with a golden gleam—they looked exactly like walking bamboo poles.