As Candle Dragon spoke, his gaze swept towards Pei Yan who was stepping onto the stage. Just as his imposing presence was about to make contact, Lin Junzhao took over Pei Yan's body, releasing a powerful aura that matched those present.

"How dare you call my people uncouth when yours are just a bunch of misfits? All they do is exploit loopholes; none of them can hold their own. If you're so fond of underhanded tactics, why compete at all? Let's just fight! Don't act like you're doing us a favor—I don't buy it." Lin Junzhao, occupying Pei Yan's body, retorted with a cold sneer.

In response to Lin Junzhao's words, Candle Dragon furrowed his brows in dissatisfaction and said, "Lin Junzhao, appreciate what you have! You're aware that your status today was achieved with external pressure, and without me, you wouldn't even have the right to stand here. I've already shown you enough sincerity."

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been trapped in that damned glass bottle for twelve years!" Lin Junzhao roared, confronting him head-on.

"Hahaha, do you think you wouldn't have been imprisoned without me? Foolish woman! I merely provided an excuse, and the matter proceeded naturally even without my push. I'm not the one you should be hating!" Candle Dragon said, raising his head with a disdainful sneer. "Or maybe you only dare to hate me, venting your resentment on me! If that's the case, I have nothing else to say, you've disappointed me greatly. You're no longer the Jun Zhao who once taught and traveled the world with me."

Oh! That mention of Jun Zhao, followed by Candle Dragon's affectionate gaze, sent shivers through Pei Yan's observing soul. Obviously, Candle Dragon was not flirting with him; his target was Lin Junzhao, currently in control of Pei Yan's body. Reflecting on Lin Junzhao's stories, she once traveled the world alone after leaving Lin Ruxue, and during that time encountered Candle Dragon. Back then, Candle Dragon hid his identity well, and Lin Junzhao regarded him as an awakening and talented extraordinary power user, serving as a mentor to Candle Dragon.

It seems their relationship during that time was not merely one of teacher and student.

A blaze of curiosity burned within Pei Yan, yet he dared not speak up. As he indulged in daydreams, Lin Junzhao fiercely responded: "Stop calling my name! Whether you're disappointed or not is none of my business. I'll reclaim everything lost to me, and you're merely the first on my list."

"Who's the second target, is it me?" Another voice emanated from outside the stage. Rather than possessing someone, the entity revealed its true form as Magic Realm's Origin K, wearing a scarlet cloak and hat, holding a brass liquor bottle. Walking onto the stage, the atmosphere shifted from two against one to pairs opposing each other.

Opening the liquor bottle, K lifted his head to drink, then spat a swig towards Lin Junzhao with a cold smile: "After defeating Blood Wrath and securing enough assets, am I next? Who's after me? Your dear mentor, or that fool already smitten by you, actually believing bygones could be forgotten and you two could be friends holding hands?"

"Ah~! Are you so eager? Priority has to go to those most hated. Switching positions, making you my first target, isn't impossible." This marked K's second provocation, and given the situation and Lin Junzhao's temperament, retreat was not an option.

As the words just fell, both K and Pei Yan raised their arms simultaneously. Pei Yan felt an unprecedented power surge within him, as both parties acted and their auras clashed at the stage's center.

Even a mere clash of auras was enough to dismantle the stage, which previously withstood many battles. Broken planks were propelled by the aura's shockwave, scattering in all directions. Though timid in front of these individuals, any audience member was a powerful figure, not to mention the many Child of Origins seated above.

The audience couldn't sit idle as the aura approached; resisting too much might invoke the wrath of the supreme beings, Spirit Lord, Sect Leaders, and Parliament Presidents. They could only deftly redirect the incoming aura elsewhere. The venue was a chaotic exchange of currents, leaving no one standing upright.

"Silence!"

With the word 'silence', a crisp sound of a cane striking the ground followed. The chaotic aura instantly calmed, and together with it, all spectators quieted to allow the serene aura to permeate them. These plane tycoons were wise enough to let this aura enter without resistance, before succumbing to unconsciousness.

Better avoid meddling in a fight among deities without direction!

"Argue! Argue! Right in front of the juniors, isn't this embarrassing?" The Ancestral God of the Spirit Monster Plane said, supporting himself with a cane, standing beside the Demon God who fanned himself, both walking onto the stage.

For the third time, the six Masters of Origin gathered, with an even stronger tension than before.

"King, Jun Zhao, are you sincerely prepared to abandon the alliance and commence a new war here?" The Ancestral God solemnly asked, arriving at the stage's center.

"Ancestral God, I'm not the instigator—the woman's resentment is evident, can't you all see?" Frustrated after failing to gain an advantage from that clash, K spread his hands angrily.

"I asked if you're really prepared to abandon the alliance and start a war here." The Ancestral God, who usually kept his eyes closed, now slowly opened them and repeated the question, enunciating each word.

The Ancestral God's insightful expression carried an aura of power despite his calm; K understood this elder's words indicating: although the four planes formed teams balancing each other, they shared a united front on external matters. This marked the Ancestral God's second dissatisfaction over K's entanglement with Lin Junzhao, recognizing Blood Wrath as the current priority.

"Ancestral God, you don't have to speak in riddles! I'm not a troublemaker. Since the issue is clear, let's clarify it: What does Lin Junzhao desire from us concerning her imprisonment? Saying it out loud would comfort everyone! Whether to start a war or not depends on her answer!"