Material Realm, Chaos Light Conference Hall.
More than thirty people sat around a long table, with Oz seated at the head.
Everyone else was in projected form; even those who were not human had taken on human appearances.
Oz swept his gaze around the room. Seeing that everyone had arrived, he immediately asked.
"Which one of you killed that guy called Pan from the Void Realm?"
Oz did not directly state Pan's strength. His gaze swept over the crowd again, but he found everyone wearing puzzled expressions.
"Oz, what did this Pan you mentioned look like? How strong was he?" asked a bald Fifth Order Lord of Chaos.
He was one of the strongest figures in the Material Realm, named Lamond, and the leader of the Giant Race. His true height exceeded three million light-years, and his body was comparable to a large starfield. His current form was his human form.
Oz glanced at Lamond before fully recounting Pan's death.
After hearing it, everyone shook their heads.
"Lord Oz, based on what you said, if that Pan was one of the Thirty-Six Tyrants of the Void Realm, then for a Fourth Order Lord of Chaos like us to kill him one-on-one, we would likely have to pay a considerable price. We would have no idea how many years it would take just to recover from our injuries. It would be impossible for us to appear here completely unscathed. Besides, in my view, this would be a great achievement. If I had done it, I would have stepped forward without hesitation," said a short and skinny Lord of Chaos. He was a Fourth Order Lord of Chaos.
"Indeed. If it was a one-on-one kill, I think only a Fifth Order Lord of Chaos could have done it," the other Fourth Order