I'll strike you dead!
Although those were absolutely among the top five things the grassroots Administration Bureau staff responsible for maintaining the entire Summit Conference most wanted to say, they obviously couldn't say them out loud in public.
Asked why they couldn't say it? International peace.
But the True Dragon of Shenzhou didn't care about any of that.
And don't ask why. Ask, and she'd strike one down. Bring a pair, and she'd strike down both. Bring as many as there were, and she'd strike down as many as there were. In any case, the Shenzhou power bank had plenty of charge.
The continuous peals of thunder, creating a scene like the apocalypse, lasted for several full minutes before finally stopping... Yet the air still seemed to hold drifting sparks of lightning, leaving everyone shaken.
The two Administration Bureau mediating agents were still sprawled on the ground... Carefully, they raised their heads. In the enormous pit ahead, twelve charred figures lay scattered in all directions.
One of them even had a hand resting on the edge of the pit—he had truly been just a little short of climbing out.
"How awful..." Mediating Agent A swallowed. He had no idea how they were supposed to clean up this mess.
The True Dragon of Shenzhou... Advisor Long, Lord Dragon, had probably enjoyed herself immensely while striking them, but someone still had to handle the aftermath—and clearly, that sort of work had always fallen to the Administration Bureau.
"Let's go see what that ancestor has to say." Mediating Agent B sighed. Staying here with their butts sticking up in the air wasn't going to solve anything.
"Ad... Advisor Long, hello!"
The two of them timidly approached the True Dragon of Shenzhou, who had only just landed. Agent A greeted her and