Ling Feng thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Thomas, since you've brought this up, I do happen to have a matter I'd like to request your assistance with."

Thomas said seriously, "What matter?"

"I want information on the participants from the Nilas Family attending this meeting," Ling Feng replied earnestly.

"The Nilas Family?" Thomas furrowed his brow. "Do you have some sort of grudge with them? They're one of Europe's old noble houses, with strength that is unfathomable."

Ling Feng smiled faintly. "It's merely to help my brother rid himself of a mental demon and to seek justice."

...

Representatives from various noble families sat in the conference room, their expressions rather unpleasant.

The cause of their discontent was the appearance of an unexpected guest among the delegates. Aside from Europe's various noble representatives, as well as Thomas and other rising magnates, a figure had arrived uninvited.

"Morgan Family Head, what is the meaning of this?" One noble clan leader could not contain himself. "You ought to know the rule: all participants must gain unanimous approval before attending this meeting. Dragging someone along without consent—are you trying to challenge the authority of the European Development Union?"

As he said this, the noble clan leader glanced coldly at the man in black robes standing behind the Morgan Family Head. "I don't care who you are—leave this place immediately!"

The Morgan Family Head replied icily, "Chief Walton, you're nothing but a fallen aristocrat. It is only out of respect for your family's bygone glory that you were even invited. You'd best keep your mouth shut—this isn't your place to speak."

Chief Walton's expression changed; his face flushed red with anger. What the Morgan Family Head said was undeniably true—the Walton Family had indeed flourished in the past, but over the past hundred years, they had suffered severe blows, and their family's status had continued to decline day by day.

Still, as they say, a dying camel is still larger than a horse. Chief Walton firmly believed that under his leadership, the Walton Family would definitely regain its former glory!

Despite the Morgan Family's immense power, such a public humiliation of the Walton Family was beyond tolerable for Chief Walton.

He slammed the table and said, "Morgan Family Head, what do you mean by this? Do you truly believe your Morgan Family is so strong that it can disregard all of Europe? Do you believe you can casually revise the conference's rules?"

The Morgan Family Head was about to respond when the man in black robes raised his hand to stop him. "How amusing, Chief Walton, isn't it? If I refuse to leave, what will you do? Kill me, perhaps?"

Chief Walton's frown deepened. From the tone of the black-robed figure's words, he picked up hints of mockery and contempt, coupled with an ominous sense of foreboding.

But he could not retreat at this moment. The Walton Family was allied with the Nilas Family, and recently, the Morgan Family had extended its reach into biological research engineering, a domain controlled by the Nilas Family. This had already infringed upon their territory. Following Chief Nilas' instructions, Chief Walton had decided to confront the Morgan Family Head.

"What if I do?" Chief Walton sneered. "Hiding in the shadows—what right do you have to appear here?"

The black-robed man raised his head. With one hand slowly lifting upward, Chief Walton suddenly felt as though an enormous invisible hand was gripping his throat, lifting him into the air.

"Stop!" At that moment, Fisherman struck with a palm motion, severing the black-robed man's attack. Chief Walton fell from midair, landing on his knees as he coughed uncontrollably, his eyes filled with horror. Just now, he had genuinely felt the presence of death.

"You've gone too far!" Fisherman said gravely.

The Black Faction Person glanced at Fisherman and then pulled off the black robe enveloping his figure. "Forget it; squabbling with an ant is hardly worthwhile."

When everyone saw the black-robed man's true appearance, they couldn't help but gasp audibly. The figure before them had fiery red hair and golden eyes, an exact match for the infamous figure rumored to have caused chaos on Heaven Island!

"Allow me to introduce myself!" The red-haired man said indifferently. "I am called Blood Demon, from... Hell's Gate."

"Hell's Gate, Blood Demon?" A sense of alarm rose in everyone's hearts. The mysterious Hell's Gate was rumored to be the secretive supporter behind the Freedom Organization. But why was the Morgan Family involved with someone from Hell's Gate?

Fisherman furrowed his brow as the red-haired man ignored his words, leaving Fisherman feeling profoundly displeased.

"Blood Demon? I don't care if you call yourself Blood Demon or Water Demon. You injured someone here—do you not owe us an explanation?" Fisherman said while glancing at the Morgan Family, his tone hiding a veiled threat.

This was, after all, Fisherman's territory; as the host, he needed to step forward at this moment.

"Oh? And what kind of explanation do you want?" Blood Demon turned his head, golden eyes radiating an eerie and seductive glow.

Fisherman's body trembled slightly, his face instantly turning extremely pale, with blood trickling from the corners of his mouth. He took several steps back, staring at Blood Demon in shock. Just now, Blood Demon's gaze contained a powerful mental shock—if Fisherman's strength had been slightly weaker, he might have been killed outright by that single look.

"So powerful... What sort of monster is this?" Fisherman's heart was filled with dread. He was a master of the Demi-God Domain, yet he couldn't withstand a single mental shock from the opponent.

Blood Demon seemed mildly surprised. "Oh? Impressive—you're actually able to cancel out one of my mental shocks. It appears your strength isn't bad. You might be of use someday, so I'll spare your life for now."

Turning his attention to the crowd, Blood Demon's lips curled into a seductive smile. "Present here are Europe's old noble families—the actual controllers of Europe. The reason I've come today is because I need your assistance with something."

No one spoke; they all stared at Blood Demon warily. Everyone was well aware of Fisherman's strength. The fact that Fisherman had been unable to fend off an attack showed that the man's power was beyond comprehension. He might even rival the Grand Knight of the Papal Court of Light.

"What is it?" Chief Andrew asked.

Blood Demon smiled faintly. "I need your help with a matter. But likewise, you may derive unimaginable rewards from it. Because... I intend to summon the Atlantis Continent."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions changed dramatically.

Summon the Atlantis Continent? Was he joking? The Atlantis Continent was a legendary existence!

If not for his earlier confrontation with Fisherman, the crowd might have considered him insane!

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