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The spear tip was pointed at Song Zhenkun's brow, and the crimson-gold dragon blood flames made the air tremble.

Song Zhenkun's face was beyond ugly.

He's lived for fifty-seven years and held absolute power in the East China Sea Military Region for over twenty years. When has an eighteen-year-old kid ever pointed a gun at his head?

But he didn't move.

It's not that I don't want to move, it's that I dare not act rashly.

The oppressive aura of four martial saint beasts piled up above him, and a great general from the northern border stood in front of him.

If a real war breaks out, even if we fill in the several thousand men in the East Sea Naval District, it won't be enough.

Zhou Che pulled the heavy battle sword from the ground, slung it over his shoulder, and took two steps toward Song Zhenkun.

"Old Song, I'll say it again, before you mess with my men, think twice about your own capabilities."

Song Zhenkun's temples throbbed several times.

The two sides were locked in a stalemate, neither daring to make the first move.

Just then.

A sound exploded down from the sky.

"Stop it, all of you!"

Five words.

The voice wasn't loud, but the pressure contained in each word made everyone present afraid to make any rash moves.

Lin Feng's wrist suddenly sank.

It wasn't that he wanted to put down the gun; his body was involuntarily pressed down by a force.

The roar of the Martial Saint Beast stopped.

The four sacred beasts all lowered their heads.

Zhou Che's arm, which was carrying the battle sword, slumped half an inch. He frowned and looked back at the sky.

Space distorted for a moment.

A person appeared out of nowhere right in the middle of the standoff between the two armies.

He wasn't particularly handsome, but the moment he stood there, the sky above the entire South China Sea City seemed to shrink by three degrees.

Everyone's breathing became heavy at the same time.

It wasn't nervousness, but the aura emanating from him that was squeezing everyone's lungs.

Duan Hongyuan.

Chief of the General Staff of the Chinese military.

Emperor Wu.

Song Zhenkun's knees bent slightly, but he stubbornly refused to kneel.

He quickly went to greet him, raising his voice by three octaves.

"Chief of Staff Duan! Lin Feng massacred civilians and seriously injured my Major General Zhao Lei within the jurisdiction of the East China Sea Naval Region, openly defying military orders! Such a lawless scoundrel must be apprehended and severely punished on the spot!"

Song Zhenkun enunciated each word clearly, uttering them one by one.

"The Gu family is a registered military supply supplier for the East Sea Naval Region. According to Article 37 of the military regulations, military supply suppliers are protected by the military. What right does Lin Feng, a mere lieutenant, have to slaughter an entire family?"

Duan Hongyuan stood there, his hands in his coat pockets, ignoring him.

The old man turned his neck and glanced at Zhou Che first.

Zhou Che grinned, sheathed his sword, and took two steps back, his meaning clear.

The boss is here, I'll step aside.

Duan Hongyuan then looked at the four martial saint beasts above his head.

Gongsun Yuan bowed slightly on the back of the tortoise and snake as a gesture of respect.

Duan Hongyuan then shifted his gaze to Song Zhenkun's face.

"Old Song."

"exist."

"Did you know that the Gu family spent 10 billion to hire a top-tier assassin from the Tianxing Pavilion to kill a serving lieutenant in our military?"

Song Zhenkun's words stuck in his throat.

"The White Crane Sect used a coordinated formation, the Absolute Thought Array, specifically designed to target mental cultivators. This setup couldn't have been accomplished in a day or two. Were you aware of this?"

Song Zhenkun's face began to turn pale.

"Intelligence indicates that part of the funding for this assassination operation went through the East Naval District's supply chain. Were you aware of this?"

Song Zhenkun's lips trembled slightly.

"No...this is impossible, I had absolutely no knowledge of this!"

Duan Hongyuan took his hand out of his pocket and pointed it at Song Zhenkun.

"Whether they knew or not, we'll investigate later. But one thing: a family that spent 10 billion to buy the head of my military lieutenant, you're telling me they're a military supplier, protected by the military?"

Duan Hongyuan spoke slowly, but every word he uttered pushed Song Zhenkun into a corner.

"Are you speaking up for him, or are you just there to collect his corpse?"

Song Zhenkun opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

Gu Yan, who was lying at Song Zhenkun's feet, felt a sense of relief when he heard the words "investigate later".

Alive.

As long as he doesn't die today, even if he ends up in a military court, given the Bai family's connections, the worst he'll get is exile.

After being exiled for three to five years, it's not impossible for him to make a comeback.

Gu Yan huddled behind Song Zhenkun, his face still wet with tears, but his old eyes darted around rapidly.

He secretly looked up and glanced at Lin Feng through the gap in the crowd.

His lips moved.

He didn't say anything, but Lin Feng could clearly see his lip movements.

Provocation, outright provocation.

Duan Hongyuan turned around and looked at Lin Feng.

The old man's expression was complicated.

There was admiration, headache, and a hint of helplessness.

He waved slightly at Lin Feng.

The meaning is clear: know when to stop and prioritize the overall situation.

Lin Feng understood.

He also understood Gu Yan's lip movements.

He looked at the old face hiding behind Song Zhenkun.

He cried his eyes out, but the smugness in his eyes was impossible to hide.

The big picture?

Lin Feng gripped the Dragon Blood Crimson Gold Spear tightly.

"Chief of Staff Duan, I understand the big picture you're talking about."

Duan Hongyuan nodded slightly.

"but."

Lin Feng's voice suddenly turned cold.

"But the person who paid 10 billion to save my life doesn't deserve to live to see today!"

Duan Hongyuan's brow twitched.

Song Zhenkun suddenly turned around.

Gu Yan's smug expression froze.

Lin Feng suddenly appeared.

The ground beneath our feet collapsed by half a meter.

The third move of the Great Wilderness Dragon Subduing Style: Great Wilderness Meteor Shower!

He swung the 1,300-pound Dragon Blood Crimson Gold Spear with one arm, the tip of the spear drawing an arc in mid-air.

The crimson-gold spear energy detached from the body, leaving a fiery trail of dragon blood flames, and instead of traveling in a straight line, it circled in a semi-circle.

Song Zhenkun tried to stop him.

He had just raised his hand.

Duan Hongyuan's aura as a Martial Emperor fluctuated slightly.

Just for a moment.

Song Zhenkun's movements froze for a full half-beat.

Half a beat.

enough.

The spear grazed past Song Zhenkun's shoulder without touching a single hair on his head.

But after grazing past it, continue forward.

puff!

Gu Yan's chest was pierced by the spear's energy.

The force of the impact sent him flying backward, and he crashed into a pillar thirty meters away with a thud.

Dragon blood flames spread outwards from the wound on his chest.

Gu Yan looked down at the bowl-sized hole in his chest, his mouth agape, wanting to scream but unable to.

Flames reached his neck.

three seconds.

My whole being burned like a ball of fire, inside and out.

The old face that had been so smug just moments before was now distorted and charred in the firelight.

Five seconds later, only a charred corpse remained.

No one in the room spoke.

Several thousand soldiers from the East China Sea Naval Region watched helplessly as someone close to a deputy commander at the fifth level of the Martial Saint realm was stabbed to death and burned to ashes right before their eyes.

Song Zhenkun's body was trembling.

It wasn't all anger.

Half of it was lingering fear; when the spear's energy passed by his shoulder, the dragon blood flames scorched the hem of his clothes.

The mysterious flames even made him feel a slight unease.

"Raymond Lam!"

Song Zhenkun turned around, his face turning purple.

"How dare you kill someone in front of this general?!"

Lin Feng stepped forward and pulled the Dragon Blood Crimson Gold Spear back.

The tip of the spear was still burning, and blood and ash dripped down mixed together.

He flicked the gun barrel, and the liquid splattered out, landing on the ground in front of Song Zhenkun's feet, sizzling and smoking.

Lin Feng, carrying a gun, stared intently at the other person.

"I'll not only kill him in front of you, but if you utter another word of nonsense, I'll cut you down too."

Song Zhenkun's hands were clenched tightly.

The blood and qi of the fifth level of Martial Saint surged within his body, and his killing intent almost overflowed from his pores.

Duan Hongyuan coughed.

It wasn't loud, but everyone heard it.

Song Zhenkun's energy and blood pressure dropped by three-tenths.

He stared at Lin Feng, his teeth grinding together, squeezing out each word from between his lips.

"Good. Good. Good. Chief of Staff Duan, you've seen it. This is the kind of soldier your Northern Frontier trained. Killing people and threatening generals right in front of the Chief of the General Staff."

He took a step back.

"The East Naval District will remember this debt."