Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

Chapter 282 Yu Guanzhi: I never imagined Chen Xinjie would be so useless...

"Don't rush off after you're done cleaning up; our ocean cleanup work isn't finished yet."

Feng Zaixing called out to Chen Xinjie, who was about to leave.

Chen Xinjie turned around, his face somewhat speechless. "I'm a senior general in the Federation, you expect me to do this too?"

Feng Zaixing chuckled: "Your martial soul is the ocean, isn't it?"

Chen Xinjie was still hesitant about saving face.

Seeing that he was not falling for the trick, Feng Zaixing threw out his ultimate move: "If you make a move, I will reduce the price of your son's four-word battle armor by 50%."

Why didn't you say so earlier!

Chen Xinjie joyfully rushed into the silted ocean, and his extraordinary cultivation level suddenly erupted.

The sea surged with powerful waves, creating a continuous spray that cleansed away impurities.

Seeing this, Feng Zaixing returned to his original position and continued to activate the "Deeply Rooted" Blue Silver Emperor, thinking to himself that killing Long Yeyue was truly a meritorious deed.

With Long Yeyue's death, the only thing keeping Chen Xinjie alive was the career and family he had dedicated his life to. Chen Zeyu should be very grateful to himself.

Not only did it help him resolve the issue of Chen Xinjie's tarnished reputation in his later years, but it also allowed Chen Xinjie to finally show some care for his son before he passed away.

"These days, it's still easier to socialize if you have top-tier skills."

Feng Zaixing mentally scoffed, then turned his gaze to the group of reporters snapping photos frantically, and said from afar, "I've brought you the Federation's most outstanding news material in a century. The rest is up to you."

"Understood, understood." "We promise not to let the Lord down!" "We'll crush those empty promises and doves!"

Reporters rushed to respond, their expressions enthusiastic. The handover between the two sides after the battle of the first person from the mainland to clean up the ocean was a perfect one.

The three original temple masters of the Temple of War have all reached retirement age. A new generation replaces the old, and each generation is stronger than the last.

Feng Zaixing gently took the lead, putting all his energy into his work.

Several hours later.

The once murky and black ocean is now a clear blue. Chen Xinjie, possessing the martial spirit of the ocean, is comparable to a ten-thousand-strong environmental protection team. He is in no way inferior to Feng Zaixing's sacred and blazing brilliance. Finally, the water and sky are one color.

At the same time, we must express our deepest gratitude to the Blue Silver Emperor fragments rooted in the seabed. Ah Yin is right; its true form does indeed possess a powerful ability to purify the environment, and it is resilient and durable.

"Very good, everyone, that's a wrap. The wages will be double the extra income as agreed beforehand."

Feng Zaixing waved his hand and addressed the large number of mech pilots hired by the Mech Pilots Association and the flying soul masters of the Southern Legion.

Everyone cheered and jumped for joy.

At this moment, Chen Xinjie flew over from afar, laughing and saying, "I'm sure you've heard about the Star Dou Battle Network, right?"

Feng Zaixing nodded: "I've heard about it. The Federation has come up with something quite interesting."

"You've just become number one on the mainland, and you need a lot of publicity. This is a good opportunity," Chen Xinjie said.

Feng Zaixing's eyes darted around and he immediately understood the other party's intention: they were deliberately trying to build a good relationship with him and promote his fame.

"Don't worry, Elder Temple Master, I promised long ago that I would participate in the opening ceremony speech."

The wind rises again with a gentle smile, the clouds drift and the breeze is light.

"Well, when this Star Dou Battle Network Tournament was first held, I thought you were the undisputed champion, but you broke through to the Title Douluo level first. It's really unexpected."

Chen Xinjie laughed heartily, the surprise on his face seeming genuine.

"The future belongs to your generation. We old folks must prepare to retire. We hope you will make the glory of the Temple of War shine even brighter."

Chen Xinjie spoke with great emotion, noting that he had served as the master of the Temple of War for a long time and wielded considerable influence within it.

"It definitely will."

"Okay, I look forward to it. There's not much left to do in the handover process. You already know what you need to know."

After saying that, Chen Xinjie took off and flew straight towards the airspace of the Sea God Legion without looking back.

The sudden rise of Feng Zaixing and others actually challenged his power to some extent, but after Long Yeyue's death, he lost interest in many things and his perspective on things changed. He was looking forward to having a suitable successor.

The former number one war god, Ao Rui, was actually his designated successor. However, he helped Long Yeyue because of personal feelings. Afterwards, Yu Guanzhi seized the opportunity to settle accounts according to the rules and threw Ao Rui, Mo Zihong, and Mu Ye into the Blood God Legion.

This move essentially deprived Chen Xinjie's lineage of the possibility of inheriting the Temple of War, paving the way for Feng Zaixing and others to rise to power; it directly nipped the "battle for the crown prince" in the bud.

Knowing he was in the wrong, and with Mu Ye joining the Blood God Legion on Yu Guanzhi's side, Chen Xinjie had no choice but to "exile" Ao Rui and Mo Zihong from the capital.

Otherwise, although their presence wouldn't pose a strong obstacle to Yu Guanzhi's faction and Feng Zaixing, they would still be a problem.

For years, the FBI has been actively courting the many war gods of the Temple of War.

Long Tianwu was promoted to Limit Douluo, his wife Su Mengjun was promoted to Super Douluo, Shi Mengshan became the wife of the senior brother of the Body Sect, Dark Emperor Long Luoyuhang pinned his hopes on the Body Sect to help him evolve his martial soul and indeed reaped the benefits, and the other War Gods also benefited to some extent.

With all these arrangements in place, the FBI's influence within the Ares Temple has surpassed that of Chen Xinjie. The challenge they launched earlier was not an impulsive act, but a well-thought-out decision; just as a confession is not a call to arms, but a victory settlement.

Feng Zaixing hadn't expected to defeat Chen Xinjie head-on today, but it was something he anticipated was only a matter of time. Now, he could return to the Temple of War with ease and without any obstacles.

Feng Zaixing's gaze swept across the directions Chen Xinjie had left, Mingdu City, the Blood God Legion, and the two continents, and a light smile gradually appeared on his lips.

After so much hard work, from a pawn on the chessboard to a player, from a small-scale FBI leader to the current leader of the Blood God Legion and the Lord of the War God Temple, all the hardships along the way have finally paid off.

But that alone is certainly not enough.

The remnants of the Holy Spirit Cult still need to be eradicated; the invasions from the Demon Plane and the Abyss Plane cannot be taken lightly; the other two continents must be unified by any means necessary; and finally, there is the threat from the divine realm—

However, now that he has cleared away all the obstacles in the Douluo Continent, he can be called an uncrowned king, sitting on equal footing with the heads of the four major military families.

Compared to the heads of the four major families, he has the greatest advantage: youth. Youth means unlimited potential, unlimited impact, and creativity.

"Everything is going smoothly right now; the world's affairs are in my hands!"

When the news of Feng Zaixing's victory over Chen Xinjie and Han Hai Douluo's abdication reached back to Mingdu and then to the Central Army Corps, Yu Guanzhi was no longer calm.

"Pfft—I never imagined Chen Xinjie would be so useless!"

Yu Guanzhi spat out a mouthful of hot tea, still unable to believe his eyes. Chen Xinjie, that old man, had actually been defeated by Feng Zaixing, that young man?

Is your title of Vast Ocean Douluo just a cushion? Being defeated by Yun Ming back then was one thing, but today you can't even beat a junior who's not even twenty?!

"Vice Hall Master, although this is true, you don't need to get so agitated."

Long Tianwu almost got sprayed in the face by Yu Guanzhi, and her tone was somewhat resentful.

"Am I excited?" Yu Guanzhi stared at Long Tianwu and questioned her.

Long Tianwu: ————ε=（′0「*）)）

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No one would believe you if you said you weren't excited.

Yu Guanzhi paced back and forth in the room, touching his face and hesitating, muttering to himself.

"It's all over! With Chen Xinjie stepping down, the Temple of War will now belong to those little brats. I definitely can't continue as the deputy temple master. Am I, the temple master, going to have to relinquish all my responsibilities at the tender age of eighty?"

Among the three hall masters of the War God Hall, Yu Guanzhi is the youngest, and even among all the Limit Douluo, he is one of the youngest. He is very distressed at the prospect of being forced to retire.

Long Tianwu watched from the side, unable to understand Yu Guanzhi's thoughts. Anyway, after you step down, the person who will take your place will definitely be your granddaughter. What are you sad about now?

Just then, accompanied by the sound of the electronic door opening automatically, a graceful figure walked in, her cheeks white as snow and her lips smiling.

"Grandpa, what are you worried about?"

Yu Guanzhi suddenly stopped, looking distressed, and said, "I was worried you would try to take my place. Oh? You've broken through to Super Douluo. You're pretty fast."

"It's just not slow."

Yu Xinlian moved gracefully to Yu Guanzhi, smiled, poured him a cup of tea, and offered it to him, saying, "You are a Limit Douluo, why worry about me?"

"You guys are breaking through at an all-time fast pace, I can't help but worry."

Yu Guanzhi sighed softly, and looking at his most beloved granddaughter, he couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy.

The results of Feng Zaixing's years of campaigns in the south and north have become fully apparent. The nine core members of the Yixin Society are emerging like tattered awls. With their 100,000-year-old immortal items, top-notch soul bones, practical experience, and the nourishment of the ancient tree of life, their strength is improving at an inhuman speed.

Back then, Yun Ming was twenty-three years old when he broke through to the Title Douluo level, and now that record has been broken by more than one person.

As far as he knew, Xu Miao and Wang Wen of the Yixin Society had recently become Title Douluos, Na'er and Yuanen Yehui were rapidly striving to become Title Douluos, and Long Chen and Le Zhengyu, the two generals, had also broken through to the Soul Douluo realm.

These people already had military ranks, and they even gained merit by fighting in the Temple of War. Now, they are not starting from the ranks of soldiers when they enter the eight major legions, but are directly parachuted into command and managing a region.

Yu Guanzhi didn't need to think; as long as this group maintained Feng Zaixing's consistent style of action, they would soon be able to make a breakthrough in the eight major legions.

At least for now, he'd heard rumors within the Central Army Corps that "Commander Yu will eventually succeed Commander Yu." Yu Xin's influence and momentum were so great that they were almost overshadowing his grandfather.

Of course, he was still gratified, but he also felt a bit uneasy, as if he had wasted half his life.

Why didn't we have a powerful leader like Feng Zaixing in our time?

Yu Xin's beautiful eyes sparkled as she saw through her grandfather's thoughts. Suddenly, she smiled faintly and said, "Grandpa, there's something I want to tell you."

"What is it?"

"I want to go into politics."

"Going into politics—oh what?"

Yu Guanzhi's eyelashes trembled, wondering if he had misheard.

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