In Douluo Continent, I am the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Very well, since you are willing to sacrifice yourselves for the country, then I will grant your wish and personally oversee the battle. Before our allies arrive, we will launch a preemptive strike and restore the glory of my Sea God Pavilion."

As she spoke, Chen Yu raised the Trident of Poseidon high, her clear, cold voice echoing through the sky: "Cease fire! All troops, form ranks!"

Upon hearing this, most of the volunteers scrambled to their feet, excitedly donning their armor. Those who didn't know them would think they were heading to the battlefield, but those who didn't would have thought they were going to fetch a bride.

A small group of people remained kneeling on the ground, whispering amongst themselves, their expressions panicked, their eyes glancing at Chen Yu from time to time, all looking as if they wanted to say something but couldn't.

"Hey, weren't you all shouting so loudly just now? How come you all turned into such cowards when it came to getting serious? Where did your courage go? Did the dogs eat it?"

Chen Yu grabbed the Trident of Poseidon and began smashing it down on the heads of the cowards in front of her. Just as the Trident of Poseidon was about to fall, Lin Huiqun hurriedly grabbed Chen Yu's wrist and stopped her.

"Miss, killing them directly is too lenient with them. Don't they want fame? Then let them have their way and let them be the first to serve the Sea God Pavilion."

Lin Huiqun coldly surveyed the group of Soul Masters before her, and after a quick count, found there were... twenty-one people.

Twenty-one people! A full twenty-one people!

Being afraid of death is not a flaw. Who in a high position isn't afraid of death? If you don't dare to go to the battlefield, even if you hide in the back and do what you can, no one will blame you.

No! Absolutely not!

They are afraid of death, yet they crave a reputation for being fearless, but when it comes to actually fighting, they hesitate and hold back.

Why did the once number one power on the mainland become like this?

Where exactly did things go wrong? How could there be so many treacherous and capable villains within the Sea God Pavilion?

Lin Huiqun was so angry that she almost ground her back teeth to powder.

At this moment, Lin Huiqun didn't care about the backgrounds of these Soul Masters. She confiscated the storage tools of these twenty-one Soul Masters equally, stripped them of their gorgeous clothes, leaving them only with a thin layer of underwear, and ordered Long Xiaoyao to drive these twenty-one Soul Masters to charge towards the camp of the Undead Legion.

The Sea God Pavilion has ceased its artillery fire, but that doesn't mean the undead legion will stop. On the battlefield, no means are too extreme. You launch an attack, but that doesn't mean the enemy will abandon their defensive advantage, put on some samurai spirit, and engage you in close combat.

Sure enough, the twenty-one "fearless" vanguards of the Sea God Pavilion were charging forward under a hail of bullets. They had thought about running away, but Long Xiaoyao was right behind them, urging them on. If they showed any sign of running away, they would be met with the concern of a quasi-god level expert.

Furthermore, to prevent them from escaping, Lin Huiqun confiscated their storage tools, shaved their heads, and removed their clothes. A group of bald Soul Masters wearing only underwear was far too conspicuous.

Escape? Where to escape to? Rather than being executed by Long Xiaoyao for deserting, they would rather die on the front lines. Either way, they would die, but at least their reputation would be better.

Just then, a flying-type Soul Master with a bald head flapped his wings and took to the air. Just when everyone thought he was going to run away, he chose to reverse his Soul Power, his body instantly swelled up, and he rushed towards the location of the Undead Legion's camp like a moth to a flame.

boom!

The flying-type Soul Master self-destructed.

The heat wave from the explosion spread instantly.

Subsequent shells passing through the area were weakened by the energy ripples from the explosions. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Long Xiaoyao hurriedly issued orders to speed up the march, and in less than two minutes, they reached the undead legion's defensive line.

"Dragon Emperor's Other Dimension!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Long Xiaoyao fired two energy blasts, tearing two gaps in the undead army's defenses. Then... he stopped paying attention to the battle below and instead focused his gaze on Song Qingying.

Looking at Song Qingying's delicate face, Long Xiaoyao suddenly felt a sense of disorientation. He had watched Song Qingying grow up. Recalling the little girl who always followed him and called him "Grandpa Long," a strange sadness welled up in his heart.

"Things have changed, and people are no longer the same!"

Long Xiaoyao sighed, then flashed behind Song Qingying, his sharp dragon claws poised to grab at her carotid artery.

Song Qingying felt a chill behind her. Out of instinct, she quickly distorted the space around her, causing Long Xiaoyao's attack to miss.

"This is... the power of space, Song Qingying, you..."

Long Xiaoyao's words came to an abrupt halt. He cursed himself a million times in his heart. How could he have picked up this habit after staying in Shrek City for so long? He had become so fussy and even wanted to stand on the moral high ground to criticize the other party.

Everyone has their own pursuits. You can look down on others, but to consider yourself superior, to be self-centered, and to relentlessly criticize others is a bit... excessive.

A flawless version after careful inspection!

Long Xiaoyao had read "The Legend of the Emotional God King" and felt a pang of sadness for his other self, but he did not dislike the High Priest of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Long Xiaoyao pursed his lips, and his iron fists struck Song Qingying's face. The space around them trembled wherever the fist struck. Showing mercy to a beautiful woman... was simply not an option.

And so, the cultivators from the two camps officially clashed, with soldiers fighting soldiers and generals fighting generals, creating quite a spectacle.

"Although the enemy has fewer people, they have the advantage of mastering a variety of methods to fight. Although we have more people, our methods are too limited. Right now, the two sides are evenly matched, and it may not be obvious yet, but in the long run, we will definitely be the ones to start to falter."

Lin Huiqun crossed his arms and analyzed the situation below with a blank expression, cursing Tang San, the Sea God, dozens of times in his heart.

If Zhu Ningyun were in power, would they still have to suffer such humiliation?

Those prodigies who possess inherited skills are all capable of taking on ten opponents at once.

Chen Yu said expressionlessly, "As long as there are enough of them, even ants can shake an elephant. Aunt Lin, pass on my order: the Feng Battalion, which has just assembled, is to press forward immediately. I'm only giving them ten minutes. If they fail to capture the forward camp within ten minutes, the highest-ranking officer of the Feng Battalion will have to answer to me with his head!"

From Chen Yu's perspective, the war was rather dull. With the two thousand soul masters of the Fengzi Camp pressing forward, the undead army showed signs of collapse in less than five minutes. Even Song Qingying was struck by Long Xiaoyao's palm and led her remaining troops in a retreat. (End of Chapter)