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As soon as he finished speaking, no one applauded in the square.

It's not that I don't want to.

I can't lift my hand.

Song Zhenkun's headless body was still lying on the ground, blood flowing out along the floor tiles in a long line.

The twelve East Sea Guards lay prone on the ground, their weapons scattered everywhere, none of them daring to move.

No one present dared to utter a sound.

Lin Feng planted the Crimson Gold Spear on the ground and wiped the blood off the tip of the spear with the corner of Song Zhenkun's clothes.

Duan Hongyuan glanced around.

"All officers present in the East Sea Military Region shall disarm on the spot."

Several mid-level officers from the East China Sea exchanged glances, but none of them moved.

Duan Hongyuan's qi and blood were pushed outwards.

As Emperor Wu's imposing aura swept down, several people's knees buckled simultaneously.

The weapon clattered to the ground, and the man immediately knelt down.

"The Northern Border Investigation Team has taken over and is taking them away."

No sooner had he finished speaking than soldiers from the Northern Frontier rushed up from the perimeter of the square.

They moved swiftly, one person holding down one, locking and handcuffing them, and dragging them out.

The square was cleaned up very quickly.

The body was carried away, the bloodstains were covered, and the rubble was pushed aside.

It's a bit chaotic, but things that need to be done aren't delayed.

Chief Referee Chen, an old man, came out from behind the table.

His legs were still a little weak, but his thirty years of refereeing experience helped him regain his composure quickly.

"Lieutenant Lin."

Lin Feng turned his head.

Old Chen was holding a box in his hands.

It was made of wood, not very big, about the length of a palm, and had a military seal on it.

"The prize money for the national championship team will be distributed according to regulations."

Old Chen opened the box.

Inside was a golden crystal.

It is about the size of a thumb, hexagonal, and has a faint shimmering light on its surface.

"This is the top prize in this competition."

"Complete coordinates of an unexplored S-rank secret realm, along with access to control formations."

S-rank secret realm.

Upon hearing these four words, the eyes of several prominent families nearby who hadn't been completely stunned turned around.

There are only a handful of known S-level secret realms within the Dragon Kingdom.

Each one has an annual output of at least tens of billions.

Mineral veins, medicinal herbs, and exotic beast resources—any one of them could be enough to support an entire military region.

This thing is usually locked in the National Defense Commission's vault, and the key is held by three people.

Now the problem is in front of Lin Feng.

Lin Feng reached out and picked up the crystal.

He probed inward with his mental energy.

Coordinates, terrain, and formation structure are all sealed inside.

The secret realm is located in the northwest of the Dragon Kingdom. It covers a vast area, has a complete internal ecosystem, and contains at least three mineral veins of grade A or above.

nice one.

Lin Feng twirled the crystal in his hand twice, then turned and threw it behind him.

Zhou Yuan instinctively reached out and caught it.

"Give it to General Zhou Che for safekeeping. The Northern Territory and the Beast Taming Alliance will split the profits 50/50. You will coordinate with him on subsequent development matters."

Zhou Yuan held the crystal, his fingers trembling.

His mouth moved twice, as if he wanted to say something to express his gratitude, but something was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't squeeze it out.

Qin Lie, leaning against a stone pillar, watched this scene. His injuries hadn't fully healed, but a slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

They casually toss aside S-level secret realms without even blinking an eye.

He previously thought he had seen a lot in the Western Regions.

In retrospect, it seems like I only saw a lonely place.

Old Chen read the remaining list of rewards aloud.

High-grade pills, forging materials, military medals—a whole bunch of them.

Lin Feng had Zhou Yuan sign for the package without even glancing at it himself.

Settlement complete.

Lin Feng closed his eyes and immersed himself in the system panel.

The total number of martial arts points pops up.

Current martial arts points: 15760000.

15,760,000.

From entering the restricted area until now, the total number of times I've accumulated includes AFK farming, clearing monsters, and harvesting beast hordes.

This number is enough for him to advance several ranks.

At this moment, Duan Hongyuan's voice came from the side, not loud, suppressed by his qi and blood transmission, only Lin Feng could hear it.

"The show's over, time to get down to business."

Lin Feng opened his eyes.

Duan Hongyuan stood three steps to his left.

"That old bastard Bai Yong isn't dead yet." Duan Hongyuan's voice was a little hoarse; he had been bolstering his qi and blood in front of the stone platform for over an hour, and his vitality had been greatly depleted. "If he gets the news, he'll either run or do something desperate. We can't delay things in the capital."

Lin Feng slung the Crimson Gold Spear over his shoulder.

"He wants to break through using the essence of the dragon vein?"

"Um."

"Then I'll make him cough it all up, with interest."

Duan Hongyuan glanced at him but didn't reply.

He turned and walked out of the square.

He took two steps, then turned back.

"How fast can your dragon fly?"

"Faster than your transport plane."

"Okay. You go first."

Duan Hongyuan raised his hand, and the communicator connected to the military channel.

"Zhang Chengyuan."

The voice on the other end of the communicator quickly picked up. "General!"

"Deploy two heavily armed transport planes to the organizing committee square, fully armed and at full strength."

"Target?"

"The capital city."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the communicator.

"The Bai family?"

"The Bai family."

"yes!"

The communicator is down.

Three minutes later, the roar of an engine could be heard from the open space outside the square.

Two heavy transport planes taxied down the temporary runway from the north, their doors wide open, and fully armed elite troops from the North boarded in formation.

Duan Hongyuan walked to the cabin door and glanced back at Lin Feng in the square.

Lin Feng had already climbed onto the earth dragon.

The Netherworld Dragon gripped the stone platform at the edge of the plaza with its four claws, its body tense, ready to take off.

The Thunder Abyss Vulture glided over from the east, its wingspan covering half the sky, circled once, and landed next to the Earth Dragon.

The dragon and the eagle, their imposing presence made the entire square feel suffocating.

Duan Hongyuan waved his hand.

"The entire army is moving out."

The transport plane's cabin door closed.

The engine roared higher, and the torrent of steel lifted off the ground, soaring straight into the clouds.

The earth dragon then rose up from the ground.

The dragon's body, over a hundred meters long, led the way in front of the transport plane formation, with fierce vultures guarding its flanks, and lightning crackling from its wings.

Thousands of people in the square looked up, watching the formation disappear into the horizon.

No one spoke.

Half a minute later, Old Man Chen slowly exhaled.

He turned to look at the charred chair on the referee's stand, then at Bai Wangshu's charred body, broken into several pieces, on the ground.

"Let's call it a day."

His voice was very soft.

"Everyone, you can leave now."

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Beijing.

Bai family ancestral home.

Bai Yong was dragged out of bed by the housekeeper.

He vomited blood and fainted. The doctor had to give him three bowls of a decoction to help him regain his strength before he could be held down.

When I woke up, the ancestral hall was still in a mess, with two broken jade tablets placed in front of the altar.

The deaths of Bai He and Bai Xiao have been confirmed.

Bai Yong slumped in the armchair, his face ashen, his chest still tight.

"Master!" The butler rushed in from outside, tripping as he went.

"The connection with the organizing committee has been lost."

Bai Yong raised his eyelids.

"What broke?"

"Communications. Lord Bai Wangshu's communication talisman has completely lost signal." The butler's voice trembled. "It's not interference, it's been completely shut down."

Bai Yong's fingers dug into the armrest of the chair.

If the communication symbol is destroyed, there are only two possibilities.

One possibility is that the talisman was destroyed.

One possibility is that the person died.

"Wang Shu..."

The housekeeper didn't dare to say anything.

Bai Yong closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Halfway through inhaling, another surge of blood welled up in my throat.

He swallowed it back.

"Where is Duan Hongyuan?"

"General Duan hasn't come out since entering the core area of ​​the restricted zone. But just now someone saw..." The butler hesitated for a moment, "...two heavy transport planes from the Northern Territory took off from the direction of the organizing committee and headed towards the capital."

Bai Yong suddenly sat up straight.

"What?"

"Are they coming for me?"

Bai Yong stood up from his chair.

He stood up too suddenly, which aggravated the wound in his chest. He bent over and coughed twice, a trickle of blood running down his lips.

"Gather all those in the tribe who are capable of fighting."

The butler was stunned.

"Master, Elder Baihe and Elder Baixiao are both... The highest-ranking members left in the clan are the three Martial Venerables, plus the guards..."

That's enough.

Bai Yong pushed aside the steward and staggered into the depths of the ancestral hall.

There is a wall behind the altar.

The walls are adorned with portraits of the Bai family patriarchs throughout history, the last one being Bai Yong himself.

He took down his own portrait.

Behind the portrait, embedded in the wall, is a blood-red array plate the size of a fist.

The surface of the array plate has eight lines, which are exactly the same as the dragon-shaped array pattern on the Zhenlongtai.

When the butler saw that thing, his legs went weak.

"Master! That's...that's a deadly weapon left behind by our ancestors!"

Bai Yong placed his hand on the array plate.

A crimson light spread from his palm, creeping outwards along the eight lines.

The ground of the ancestral hall began to shake.

The butler fell on the threshold and couldn't get up.

Bai Yong turned his head, his mouth full of blood.

"Duan Hongyuan, Lin Feng."

His voice was hoarse, and his throat was phlegmy.

"You're not giving the Bai family a way to survive."

The blood-red light on the array plate shone brightest.

"Then nobody should live."

He pressed his palm down sharply.

Click.

The array has been activated.