Pei Yan's words were like throwing a bomb into a calm pond, immediately causing an uproar of sarcasm and doubt within the venue. Even the lords secretly allied with Sifuer watched coldly from the sidelines, observing the development of the situation before stating their stance.

"You fooled some inexperienced girls from the countryside and now you really think you're something special? How laughable. Did you really think you have a place to speak here?" August slammed the table and ridiculed loudly. The violent action inadvertently knocked over a wine jug in front of him, spilling the crimson wine all over his body and staining the pristine white tablecloth.

"Slap!" Another loud slap followed. August slapped the maid who hurriedly approached to clean up and tidy for him. He looked at the demon race girl kneeling on the ground, crying helplessly, with an expression of disgust. The not-so-noticeable demon horns on her head led him to squeeze out the word "lowborn" from his mouth. As he pulled out a napkin to wipe his garments that the girl touched, he coldly said, "Has the Kataraga Autonomous Territory truly fallen to such a state that it can't even find a decent maid? No wonder it's under the control of those from the cornerstone plane, and you talk to us about cooperation!"

"Ah! Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Pei Yan, standing next to the podium, felt Sifuer's unsettled breathing and knew she was furious. He couldn't help but shake his head and exclaim in wonder: "Miss Sifuer, during our pleasant cooperation, your noble and graceful demeanor has made me feel the true noble style of the Demon Race. I expected to meet more outstanding people like Miss Sifuer at this meeting, but I didn't expect to encounter such vulgar individuals today."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Shitang. Not all nobles have as orderly a legacy as the Kataraga Autonomous Territory." Sifuer kept her eyes fixed on August, whose face turned crimson at her words, and said word by word: "After all, you can't expect the newly ennobled country bumpkins, who were unable to even convene a banquet blessed by the Demon God at birth, to have much refinement."

"I understand, in our world there is a term for such people!" Pei Yan pretended to be puzzled and turned to look at Gu Shenghui, asking: "Teacher, what is that term called?"

"Upstart!" At the dining table, Gu Shenghui, seemingly unhappy with the bland steak served, took out a salt shaker from his storage ring and lazily responded while sprinkling it on the steak.

"Yes! Upstart!" Pei Yan nodded and agreed.

"Upstart? What a fitting term!" Sifuer chimed in with a laugh.

"Swish! Swish!" The sound of two longswords being drawn could be heard as two personal guards behind August, upon hearing the ridicules, drew their swords from their waists. The guard that accompanied them stood with his hand resting on the hilt, ready to defend his lord should things take a turn for the worse.

August raised a hand to stop his guards, his face twisted in anger: "I came here today to discuss how to save the Star Lord, not to be insulted! Just because you, the Kataraga Autonomous Territory, can't control this power from another plane and humbly serve as their mouthpiece doesn't mean we Demon Race present here would agree to this nonsensical cooperation! Be wise and relinquish command, hand these people over to us. After we successfully save the Star Lord, your credit will naturally not be forgotten!"

Pei Yan spread out his hands, feigning dissatisfaction, and exclaimed: "Hey! Hey! Hey! What do you mean by handing us over to your management? Have you ever consulted our opinion?"

"Do strong people need to consider the thoughts of the weak? You little brat who doesn't even have the qualification to sit in? Don't point your fingers before me!" August roared, with his demonic qi suddenly erupting, enveloping his entire body in black mist.

Seeing their lord's anger, the personal guards outside the tent all drew their longswords, ready to capture the insolent fool as soon as their lord gave the order.

The atmosphere within the tent grew unprecedentedly tense as everyone silently watched how this play would unfold.

Yet, the other protagonist behind this incident, Pei Yan, appeared much more calm and indifferent. He slowly picked up the wine jug in front of Sifuer, poured himself a glass, and muttered to himself: "Did you hear that? They believe I have no qualification to sit here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the situation on the field abruptly reversed. A shadow miraculously appeared behind August. Buck House, sitting across from him, with a goatee, was the first to notice this scene. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion and muttered: "The Shadow Race?"

As soon as he spoke, August also realized something was wrong. Yet, when he tried to move, he felt as if he was being crushed by a ten-thousand-pound weight, with his limbs completely immobile. Knowing he had been ambushed, he struggled to turn his head towards the podium. He saw a black-clad woman standing behind Gu Shenghui, touching the brim of her hat, coldly smirking and saluting him. On the other side, a man sinisterly chuckled, waving a paper figure in his hand. Furious, August attempted to employ his potential for a counterattack, but before he could, he felt a chill on the back of his neck, a sweetness in his mouth, and then his entire being was pushed down.

Blood spattered as August, the pitiful forceful leader, was ambushed by Xia Yu, Su Xiang, and Zhao Yuanhu. Before even unleashing a tenth of his power, August was fatally stabbed from behind through the throat by Zhao Yuanhu, pinned right to the tabletop. As a massive amount of blood flowed along the blood groove of the sword and continuously into Zhao Yuanhu's body, his corpulent frame quickly shriveled like a deflated balloon.

Simultaneously, two shadows appeared behind Zhao Yuanhu. In a flash of astonishing body technique, they arrived before the two frightened personal guards. Each stretched out their hands, gripping the heads of their respective targets.

Crack! The crystallized surface of the opponent's body was shattered! Crack! The magic iron-crafted armor was crushed! Crack! The skulls of the two guards were forcibly crushed.

From the moment Pei Yan spoke those words, scarcely ten seconds had passed. A leader and two servants lay dead on the spot, never giving the opponent a chance to fully exert themselves. Jiang Donghu and Zheng Jia Ru shook off the bloodstains from their hands, grinning viciously as they charged towards the squad of guards outside the tent, who were already petrified with fear.

The sounds of clashing armor, shouting, and wailing rang one after another outside the tent. Pei Yan calmly walked to August's corpse, utterly ignoring the commotion. Zhao Yuanhu respectfully stepped back, making space for him. Pei Yan pinched his nose, stepped forward, and poked August's body with his finger, scanning the gloomy expressions of everyone present, and nodded affirmatively: "Dead as a doornail!"

After saying this, he turned sideways, looking at the maid earlier slapped by August, now trembling like a leaf. He crouched down, gently brushing her hair, and said with a kind-hearted smile: "Stop trembling! Why just stand there in a daze? Go find a few people to clean up this mess! The smell of blood is too strong! And bring me a bottle of good wine, make sure it's chilled!"