Seeing Pei Yan stunned by the question, the person asking wore a smug expression and continued to press, "Moreover, from what he said, this person was once a subordinate of Divine Will. At their core, he and Moira are no different. Why should we hand people over to your investigation hall based on just his one-sided statement?"

"Yes, that's right!"

"Hand them over!"

"People from the Magic Realm have no reason to be judged by you bunch of barbarians!"

His words elicited a chorus of approval within the Magic Camp as they joined in the condemnation against Pei Yan. Among them, only Richard perceived the underlying issue, his face darkened and he lowered his head in silence. He knew Pei Yan would retaliate, yet he was powerless.

"Is this what you all think? The thoughts of everyone present!" Pei Yan suppressed his inner impulse, his eyebrows raised, and his eyes filled with murderous intent issued the final question.

"Pei Yan, I..."

"That's right, Pei Yan, you've already run out of arguments. Do not continue your perverse actions; hand them over quickly!" Richard was ready to speak and salvage the situation but his attempt was interrupted, his voice drowned out once again by his companions' denunciations.

"Hah, great!" Pei Yan exhaled, waved his hand, his body fully mechanized, and sneered, "I previously believed that at least one person among you had some reason to speak... now it seems paths that differ cannot be pursued together. If you want Moira, let's go to war!"

As soon as Pei Yan's words fell, everyone in the investigation hall was ready for battle. Suddenly, various supernatural abilities appeared on the external bodies and palms of each person. The stance had been agreed upon earlier: to position unified and showcase the baseline of the Keystone Plane; now that the other side adopted a tough attitude, there was nothing more to say.

"Pei Yan, are you determined to act recklessly and provoke a breakup in the alliance? For a traitor, for a rebellion within the former blood massacre's affiliated organization, is it worth it? If you are so brazen and rude, the Keystone Plane will find it difficult to move in various realms because of your rash ignorance and might even face extinction!" Upon witnessing the stance of the opposing party, members of the Magic Realm immediately also prepared for battle, as the Witch Association's Vice President, Mary Lavie, attempted to mediate one last effort to avoid conflict.

"I am brazen and rude? Fine! You want to talk reason, right? Then I'll reason with you!" Hearing her, Pei Yan turned to Flamel and coldly said, "Earlier, he said we are a backward civilization, barbarians, a group of uncivilized monkeys. In your eyes, we from the so-called energy desert are such beings, correct?"

Faced with Pei Yan's questioning, people from the Magic Realm remained indifferent, one of them sarcastically said, "Why can't you accept what you've done? It's your behavior that attracted such judgment, and you are therefore childish to be so furious!"

"Hmph, childish? Do you still believe I am arguing with you just because of this? I truly find it pitiful for you! In my view, the truly backward civilization, barbaric and uncivilized are not us, but you bunch with no basic human decency and foundation like parasitic worms!" Pei Yan said, without waiting for the Magic Camp members to react with fury at his insults, he raised his hand, and a projection instantly appeared in the center of the venue, silencing everyone, including those from the Magic Realm.

The image on the light screen was the horrific scene left after Song Yuanming was manipulated by Vlad II and sacrificed his roommate, when Pei Yan first handled Song Yuanming. All the attendees were top figures from various realms, and naturally, they were well-versed and recognized it as the evil magic used by the Blood Race to boost their own powers.

"This is something your Magic Realm is not unaware of, correct? This is the first horrific crime Vlad II committed after arriving on the Keystone Plane!" Pei Yan pointed to the light screen and shouted in anger.

Then the image changed, showing another picture, this time depicting a family photo placed in Jiayuan District Lei Youting's home, with five people beaming in happiness. Projected onto the light screen, the viewer could feel their happiness just from the picture.

But next, the people in this photo became cold corpses, and as these images appeared one by one on the light screen, the visual contrast elicited sighs from the onlookers.

"The grandfather and father of this family were killed by Song Yuanming, manipulated by Vlad II. You might argue this has nothing to do with the Vlad family, and Song Yuanming has been dealt with according to the law. Yet the grandmother and mother in this picture were indeed harmed by Vlad, and the little girl in the picture was physically taken by Vlad, transformed into Moira's appearance!"

Pei Yan spoke, becoming increasingly emotional, shouting angrily, "All this was mentioned in Du Guangyuan's earlier account, yet you all remain silent about it? Why? Because in your eyes, these ordinary people have no value in existence, correct? A few families originally full of happiness and bliss, obliterated because of one person, a little girl having her body forcibly occupied by her own enemy's soul, enduring torment daily, sharing a body with her foe. Upon hearing such a story, are you all indifferent?"

Pei Yan's accusations resounded forcefully, forcing Magic Realm individuals to finally shut their mouths. Faced with such ironclad evidence, they could no longer argue. Truly, all present cultivators, regardless of being from the righteous or dark forces, actually didn't hold much regard for mortal lives, but not openly discussing it for face value. Silenced by Pei Yan's questioning, one of the Magic Realm people reluctantly rebutted, "Don't spout those pretentious words. As cultivators, surely your hands are stained with blood as well? Stop deceiving yourself and making a laughing stock!"

"Indeed, my hands are stained with blood, I never deny it. But those I've killed either threatened my life or were those deserving execution for committing murders, not a single innocent weak mortal died by my hand. Between cultivators, it is survival of the fittest, life or death. The moment I killed, I had the awareness of being killed myself, there's nothing more to say. However, you bunch ignore murderers who wantonly slaughter weak people with no connection to this world, is this your so-called noble civilization? To cultivate like you have is to have a dog's belly, don't forget that before becoming a cultivator, we were also mortal! Don't end up losing all traces of human empathy!"

"Ah, Pei Yan, every world is the same, survival of the fittest! I don't believe your world lacks the existence of dominators. The slaughter you speak of against the weak happens every day, every moment, in every corner of every realm. Can you manage to control it all?" Mary Lavie, after listening to Pei Yan's accusations, sighed before responding helplessly.