Delivered to Their Doorstep

Holy crap, and they still weren't running?

Watching this scene, Malekith could not help feeling a chill. No one at that table seemed flustered; they all looked at him calmly. It genuinely frightened him.

These people didn't seem to be Asgardians?

Forget it. Running came first!

Seeing the person who had blocked the attack flying rapidly toward them, Malekith immediately ordered his men to flee. Their massive warship had already been powered up, so it rushed without hesitation into the nearest spatial rift and made its escape.

The diplomat had come up empty-handed, but he did not look particularly disappointed.

After all, this grudge had already been forged. Attacking Huaxia's diplomatic personnel was no laughing matter.

A monk could run, but the temple could not. No matter where they fled, Heaven's Court would drag them out and destroy them!

After making contact with other civilizations in this universe, Huaxia had not shown much aggression, especially not officially. It had yet to reveal its true strength.

Quite a few Huaxians who ventured out into the universe, like Long Aotian, had left behind countless legends, but the military's might had never been displayed to the outside world.

Now, it seemed necessary to let the entire world witness Huaxia's strength.

The Dark Elves?

They were nothing more than a pack of homeless dogs. At most, the Dark Elves had a single fleet, along with Malekith and the Aether.

"Are you all alright?"

Thor had no intention of pursuing the Dark Elves. Sweating nervously, he came over to Chen Mu's table and asked with concern.

"They were merely clowns."

Zhao Jian, the diplomat on this trip, said indifferently, "However, attacking Huaxian diplomatic personnel is not something that can simply be brushed aside."

Chen Mu was merely an accompanying member of the delegation, so he