"You may all return now."

His voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable decisiveness.

"Tell the council that China will handle its own affairs. It is not for outsiders to interfere."

"If you're not satisfied..."

The old man paused, and the terrifying pressure of the Nascent Soul aura around him suddenly intensified!

boom!

Alex Steelshield and the Archmage of the Round Table could no longer hold on. They both groaned, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, and staggered backward, almost falling off the altar!

Only the Indian ascetic monk could still sit cross-legged with difficulty, but his face was already as pale as paper.

"...Surely you send your chairman or speaker to China to discuss this with me."

Overbearing! Utterly overbearing!

But this domineering attitude is based on absolute strength!

The three people on the altar had extremely ugly faces, their hearts filled with humiliation and fear, but in the face of the Nascent Soul Old Monster's absolute strength, they didn't dare to utter a single harsh word!

Finally, the Indian ascetic took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his churning blood, and bowed deeply to the gray-robed elder: "Amitabha... I will certainly convey your words, senior. Farewell!"

Having said that, he dared not linger for even a moment longer. With a flicker of his body, he transformed into a golden light and vanished from the spot, fleeing into the distance.

Seeing this, Alex Steel Shield and the Archmage of the Round Table dared not linger any longer. They glared hatefully at Zhang Shaozhong and, with their disheveled followers, slunk away from Huangshan in a flash of light.

In the blink of an eye, the "international investigation team" that had been so aggressive just moments before had vanished without a trace.

At the summit, only Zhang Shaozhong and his two companions, Mr. Zhou and other officials, and the mysterious old man in gray remained.

As the oppressive aura dissipated, those who had been kneeling on the ground felt a sense of relief wash over them, as if they had just been pulled out of the water. They gasped for breath and looked at the gray-robed elder with awe.

Mr. Zhou quickly stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Thank you very much, Elder Long, for helping me out of this predicament!"

The gray-robed elder, known as "Old Dragon," waved his hand, his gaze returning to Zhang Shaozhong, and said meaningfully, "Boy, you're quite interesting. Take care of yourself."

After saying that, he didn't wait for Zhang Shao to reply, and his figure slowly disappeared from the spot like a wisp of smoke, as if he had never appeared.

They come without a trace and go without a trace.

A Nascent Soul stage monster, terrifying beyond belief!

Zhang Shaozhong stared at the spot where Elder Long had disappeared, clicked his tongue, and thought to himself: That old guy, he's got real class! But... he seems alright?

He turned his head, looked at Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier beside him, and grinned:

"Let's go, ladies! The trouble's over, let's go home!"

As for what council or international dispute?

With the Nascent Soul stage monster from China holding the line, what does it have to do with him!