The Saint Clan possessed overwhelming power and status.

They did not involve themselves in the various affairs of interstellar society, yet there was not a single race in the stars that dared provoke them.

For a collective conference like this, they could attend if they wanted to, or not attend if they did not.

The Alliance official had only asked the Pachi president to help pass along the question, to politely inform the Saint Clan that the conference was being held here.

As for whether the Saint Clan would actually come, they did not dare insist. In fact, even though they knew the Saint Clan most likely would not attend, they still had to ask as a matter of procedure, lest the Saint Clan feel they were being deliberately singled out.

That was the intimidation a truly powerful race exerted on the outside world. The Saint Clan were strong enough that no matter how unwilling the other races might be, they still had no choice but to fear them.

Hearing the cub’s question, Mansendis did not answer immediately.

The silver-haired sovereign sat with one leg crossed over the other. The unfathomable, powerful aura around him made it feel as though even on the plainest chair, he were seated upon a lofty throne.

And yet this king only turned to his child and asked in an offhand tone, “Does Zhizhi want to go play?”

For some small and mid-sized races, this kind of conference involving the entire interstellar world was indeed important. The outcome of the meeting might very well affect their lives.

And besides, simply being invited to a conference discussing the development of all races in the universe was itself a symbol of strength. They would fight tooth and nail just to get one entry slot into the venue.

The Pachi people were a case in point. They had arrived very early, afraid they might miss the conference.

Yet this conference, which so many races desperately wanted to squeeze into, was something that to the Saint Clan was entirely optional. If anything, it only cut into their vacation time with little highness.

Mansendis even treated it like a “toy” he could use to amuse the child.

If Wen Yuzhi wanted to go, then he would take the cub over to play. If Wen Yuzhi did not want to go, then the conference had no value whatsoever to the Saint Clan. In any case, the Saint Clan had never attended any of those messy conferences before.

So an issue that could be said to concern entire races was just that lightly placed into a child’s hands by Mansendis.

And as the one who could decide whether the Saint Clan would attend, Wen Yuzhi was actually a little curious.

Ever since coming to this world, he had hardly seen any other races.

From what the Pachi president said, many races would be attending this conference—nearly all who could come had come. And it just so happened that the conference venue was on the neighboring planet, very close to here.

Wen Yuzhi felt as though a cat were scratching at his heart.

But he also knew that a large conference like this had to be very serious, and that behind it there were probably all kinds of political complications.

So after nodding, Wen Yuzhi hesitated a little and asked Mansendis, “...Will it be troublesome?”

Seeing the cub looking so worried for the Saint Clan, Mansendis could not help reaching out to ruffle that incredibly soft hair.

Under Wen Yuzhi’s slightly blank stare, the silver-haired sovereign finally said slowly, “It won’t be troublesome.”

Mansendis’s tone was very calm.

To a certain extent, those three words also represented the Saint Clan’s attitude toward all the other races.

It was a kind of indifference, a disregard so complete that they were not even worth noticing.

#Everyone here is trash except me#

Arrogant, and outrageously so.

But the Saint Clan had every right to be that outrageous.

It was Wen Yuzhi, on the other hand, who felt a little worried after understanding what Mansendis meant.

Propping his chin on one hand, he very nearly wanted to cry out, Daddy, if our Saint Clan keep acting this arrogantly, are we not going to draw insane amounts of hatred?

And yet when he thought about the Saint Clan’s reputation across the stars...

Wen Yuzhi could only sigh silently to himself.

Fine. It seemed, probably, maybe, their reputation had never been good to begin with, so whether they drew more hatred or not no longer made much difference.

In the eyes of the other races, the Saint Clan were basically a villainous final boss.

As the child of the villainous final boss, little villain Zhizhi was once again worrying today over the family’s reputation.

But after deciding to attend the conference, the Saint Clan still did not leave immediately.

Mansendis took Wen Yuzhi around Blue Zither Star at an unhurried pace for another two days. Only after Wen Yuzhi had already visited most of the places around the palace did the Saint Clan finally prepare to head to the neighboring planet.

By then, after two full days of the news spreading, the other races had all learned that the Saint Clan would be attending the conference.

Without exaggeration, it was like a drop of water hitting a pan of scorching oil. StarNet instantly exploded.

Before this, the Saint Clan had never attended any conference held in interstellar society, so no one had expected them to come this time either.

That invitation had only been a courtesy inquiry.

Who could have imagined that the Saint Clan would actually choose to attend?

It was like someone had only intended to politely inform the villainous final boss, never expecting that after receiving the invitation, the final boss would really be coming.

The moment the news broke, the other races—

“The Saint Clan have gotten really active lately. Has something major changed inside the Saint Clan?”

“The Saint Clan suddenly coming to this conference... does this mean they’re starting to intervene in interstellar affairs?”

“Latest update: the port’s under temporary martial control. They said some major figure is arriving.”

“I work at the port. It was locked down early this morning, and the higher-ups ordered the largest docking bay to be cleared out. Let me emphasize—the docking bay that can accommodate an annihilation-class warship.”

“So this confirms the Saint Clan really are attending the conference?”

“Honestly... this should be the first conference hosted by the Alliance that the Saint Clan have ever attended, right? Are we witnessing history?”

StarNet had been extraordinarily lively these past two days, the liveliest it had been in half a year.

After all, nothing major had happened across the stars in the past six months. The current-events broadcasts had all been the same old things everyone was used to.

Like some race producing another beautiful internet celebrity, or some high-ranking official of some race being implicated in bribery and corruption, and all the other tired old gossip.

So now that there was finally an explosive piece of news—and one involving the most mysterious Saint Clan besides—netizens were practically celebrating like it was a holiday.

Of course, where people discussed, others cursed.

A portion of extremists reacted very intensely to the Saint Clan’s arrival.

“Have the Alliance officials lost their minds...? Why would they invite the Saint Clan? What the hell do they have to do with peace?!”

“They’re a bunch of monsters! Invaders! The Alliance is blatantly disregarding the safety of the other attendees!”

“I didn’t think the Alliance could get worse from one session to the next, but now they’ve even invited the Saint Clan. The Saint Clan are the biggest blight of all. They occupy so many resources and won’t let anyone else near them. What right does a race that selfish have to talk about peace?”

StarNet was full of every kind of opinion, but no matter what the users said, it had no effect at all on the Saint Clan—or on those who had come to receive them.

The conference venue had been set on Blue Luster Star. From the name alone, it was obvious that it lay very close to Blue Zither Star.

The difference was that Blue Zither Star had originally belonged to the fire lizard people, while Blue Luster Star belonged to the Hill people.

They were the gentlest and most harmless race in interstellar society, known as white-robed angels who healed the sick and saved the dying. Holding the conference here also matched the peace-themed premise of the event.

Blue Luster Star was a small planet under Hill ownership.

Because of the conference, the Hill people had already temporarily transferred management rights to the Alliance.

So after learning that the Saint Clan were coming, the Alliance immediately locked down the port. The Alliance leader and a group of high-ranking officials had gone early to wait personally at the docking bay.

Do not be fooled by how wildly those haters on StarNet jumped up and down. No one who could rise to a position of real power was a fool.

On the contrary, they were more pragmatic than anyone.

The Saint Clan’s strength was obvious to all. And on top of that, it was said that the one coming this time would be the Saint Clan’s tyrant himself. How could the Alliance leader dare be careless?

He directly arranged the highest level of reception for the Saint Clan and personally rushed to the port in advance to welcome them.

And then, amid everyone’s tense waiting, an incomparably massive black warship slowly descended.

It was like a giant dragon soaring through the heavens, its black body towering and silent.

The Alliance officials were not ignorant people. They had seen annihilation-class warships before, but not one of those warships could compare to the one before them.

It was too shocking, too magnificent.

And the heavy pressure rolling off it reminded everyone that the warship before them was not merely some work of art wearing a beautiful shell.

It was a powerful weapon, one capable of destroying everything.

With a click, the hatch opened.

A long gangway descended.

The first to come down were a group of Saint Clan soldiers dressed in black military uniforms. They were all Ge De—human in form, yet still bearing certain Saint Clan features.

The exoskeleton covering their limbs looked like a thick suit of armor, sharp and cold, and paired with their tall, powerfully built bodies, the image carried a strange kind of beauty that was hard to describe.

At the same time, these Saint Clan soldiers made no attempt to restrain their aura.

Countless strands of killing intent, tempered on battlefields, gathered together. Some of the pampered officials waiting below turned deathly pale on the spot.

Even the Alliance military brought for security and lockdown duties lowered their heads in embarrassment after seeing those Saint Clan soldiers.

They were all elites from their respective races, the finest of the fine, selected again and again before earning the right to serve in the Alliance.

But from a single face-to-face encounter, they could already tell they were no match for these {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} Saint Clan soldiers.

One-on-one was out of the question. Ten-on-one was barely conceivable. A hundred-on-one...

Never in their lives had these elites of every race felt as ashamed and inadequate as they did today. The pressure bore down on them until they could not even lift their heads.

And after the Ge De soldiers descended the gangway, what appeared next were Saint Clan members who already looked entirely human.

They wore higher-ranking military uniforms, their faces flawless and handsome. If they had not come from this warship, the Alliance officials might have thought the humans had arrived instead.

The humans had indeed already arrived—three days earlier.

But among the human delegation, even the Hoffmann imperial bloodlines said to bear the title of Golden Lions could not compare to the Saint Clan now before them.

These clearly higher-blood Saint Clan wore cold expressions, their auras sharp and biting. The pressure from those differently colored vertical pupils was overwhelming.

Anyone who met their gaze had the vague sensation of being stared at by some powerful and terrifying beast.

And at the very front of this group stood a Saint Clan member with silver hair and golden eyes.

He was clearly the leader of all these Saint Clan, the one with absolute power and status among them. Even those higher-blood Saint Clan followed respectfully and humbly behind him.

The instant his figure appeared, the entire docking bay fell abruptly silent.

No proof was required, and no verbal introduction either. Everyone immediately recognized him as the Saint Clan’s current sovereign, the notorious tyrant—Mansendis Salilaino.

Even among all these Saint Clan with their formidable auras, Mansendis’s presence remained the most distinct.

When a person became strong enough, their existence alone was a form of intimidation.

And Mansendis was, without question, the strongest one any of them had ever seen.

As he stepped down the gangway, it felt to everyone as though their throats were being squeezed tighter and tighter, the air around them congealing bit by bit, even their bodies turning stiff.

This was an instinct carved into the genes of every living thing—

fear of the strong.

The Alliance leader was also a strong man. He came from a powerful race, had occupied a position of authority for years, and held as much power in his hands as any ruler of any race.

But in front of Mansendis, he could not even maintain his composure.

Secretly gritting his teeth, he still forced himself forward, trying not to let anyone see anything amiss.

“My name is Raymond An. It is an honor to have the opportunity to meet you.”

Raymond An extended his hand.

This was also his side’s way of showing the Saint Clan a friendly attitude first.

But Mansendis did not shake his hand.

And only then did Raymond An realize that in the arms of the Saint Clan sovereign there was also a “big white cocoon” wrapped in blankets.

The “big white cocoon” was bundled up tightly, and Raymond An could not see clearly what was inside.

He could only make out something fluffy, a little pink too—something that seemed to be like beast ears.