With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal

How dare your country act this way when the leaders of nearly a hundred countries are gathered in Shangjing, could it be..."

Prons paused in his speech, then immediately voiced a thought that was nearly absurd!

"Are you guys out of your mind?"

His thoughts were in turmoil, filled with anger from being belittled and a hint of unease.

Prons truly couldn’t understand how Great Chu dared to adopt such a tough stance towards him during such a crucial global competition, right before the world summit!

Could it be that they aren’t afraid of the unpredictable consequences this might trigger?

"Lower your voice, Prons."

Lu Ang, whose face was full of flesh, plopped down onto the table, the Dragon-slaying Divine Saber on his shoulder emitting a bright light, the invisible aura of the blade rising as if to tear the void, creating a sound like ripping silk.

He chuckled softly:

"Sound doesn’t travel here, nor does movement, so don’t waste your energy."

In a corner of the spacious room, Cui Yunyu sat cross-legged, not looking at Prons, but leisurely smoothing out a fine wrinkle on her sleeve:

"I’ve heard that the birds of the West make the loudest noise when they circle above their own nests. Once they fly across oceans and see the land where the True Dragon resides, they often forget how to flap their wings, focusing instead on preening their feathers and emphasizing how tall the trees are around their nests."

The metaphor was biting, insinuating that Meili Jian was merely strong at home but could only put on a pretense when reaching Great Chu’s territory!

Feeling keenly mocked, Prons’ face flushed red, his hand pressing against his waist, and the room filled with a deep, thunderous sound, akin to before a summer rain.

The atmosphere in the room instantly tightened, and Cui Yunyu rose slowly, causing Prons to have a gut-wrenching sensation, as if a monstrously huge dragon had projected menacingly into his vision...

At this critical juncture—

"Crack."

The door was pushed open.

Zhao Yingchun walked in with a gentle smile.

He acted as if he hadn’t noticed the tense, electric atmosphere in the room, waving for the four Guardians to relax.

"Prons, I apologize for the wait."

Zhao Yingchun’s voice was calm, and he gestured soothingly, a kind of invisible comforting power spreading from him.

He walked to the side and sat down, took out a tea cup and mountain spring water, personally poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of Prons.

"Conduct was rigid, and it disturbed you, that was my oversight.

You came from afar and are an honored guest. Between you and me, what can’t be discussed over a slow cup of tea?"

His words were gentle, seemingly offering comfort.

Prons’ tense shoulders relaxed slightly, but his gaze remained sharp.

The appearance and demeanor of Zhao Yingchun made him realize something.

"The true purpose of Great Chu’s show today is about to be revealed..."

However, he was completely passive, forced to first endure and listen to what Great Chu truly intended...

At this moment, Cui Yunyu’s gaze was like two icy cold beams, contrasting starkly with Zhao Yingchun’s like winter and summer!

As she suddenly turned towards Prons, there wasn’t a hint of a smile on her face, only a sort of fanatical resolve akin to a martyr!

Her voice wasn’t loud, yet each word resounded with force:

"You might think we’re crazy, and yes, we indeed are! Driven to madness!"

She stepped forward, a tempestuous force raging forth.

As if an extremely fierce dragon from disaster emerged, an immense water wave stirred the void, the suffocating atmosphere permeating the room, causing Prons to feel a choke in his breath.

"But I am immensely thankful we went mad, mad...but not too late, the world now requires sweeping reforms to combat the Cosmos, and our Great Chu is willing to become..."

Her words paused, as if revealing a true emotion of reluctance, yet soon turned ironclad with determination.

"This blade, whether it will be stained with the blood of our companions."

"..."

Prons’ heart nearly stopped in that instant.

Killing intent!

Incredibly real, utterly unmasked killing intent emanated from Cui Yunyu, even influencing the aura of the other three Guardians in the room, making the air dense and perilous.

Especially Lu Ang beside him, somehow the Divine Saber had already been placed against Prons’ neck...

The fine hairs on the back of Prons’ neck stood on end, he had never felt the words "regret" so clearly.

Why did he come to Great Chu personally? Why did he believe that the deterrence of Meili Jian would allow him to pass unhindered here?

This group of Great Chu’s top powers, like a pack of driven-to-desperation madmen!

Damn world summit!

The room’s air seemed to freeze solid, Prons’ fingers slightly curled, his internal Divine Power instinctively began to flow, but under the relentless suppression of the four Guardians, it instantly hit a blockage.

At this moment, Zhao Yingchun, who had been silently observing, softly cleared his throat.

Since Cui Yunyu finished speaking, that gentle yet unfathomably deep smile resurfaced on his face.

Zhao Yingchun gestured again gently, and then approached Cui Yunyu.

"Cui Guardian, your words were too forceful."

Zhao Yingchun’s voice remained calm, yet carried a stabilizing strength.

He looked towards Prons, whose face had turned a shade of pale, his eyes filled with shocking disbelief, thoroughly startled by this display, and said softly:

"Mr. Prons, you have traveled far as a guest, we do not intend to harm our guests. Cui Guardian’s words were not targeted at Meili Jian, but expressed the true predicament currently faced by my Great Chu, and even the Human Race of Blue Star."

He stood up and paced a couple of steps.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the walls, looking towards the boundless starry sky, the distant sea of stars.

"The enemy of the Cosmos, with forces immense, threatening to engulf humanity, cannot be resisted by a single country!

Past suspicions, calculations, and internal strife appear both laughable and pathetic in the face of an existential crisis."

He turned around, gaze burning, looking at Prons, that gaze held no previous "smoothness," only vast sincerity, a heart filled with fervent desire.