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Southern Xinjiang Military Region Headquarters.

The meeting room is on the second basement level.

Duan Hongyuan sat at the end of the long table.

There was a cup of tea in front of him, but it had gone cold, and he didn't drink it.

The two accompanying staff officers were arranged to rest in the adjacent "rest room," which was supposed to be a rest area, but four late-stage Martial Saints were standing outside the door.

There were seven people sitting in the conference room.

Zhao Mingtang, the commander-in-chief of the Southern Xinjiang Military Region, is in the center, flanked by four generals from the Southern Xinjiang Military Region.

Ye Chuxia sat in the second seat to Zhao Mingtang's right, her military uniform crisp and clear, flipping through a deployment document in her hand.

"General Duan, the density of defenses along the southern border does indeed need to be increased."

Ye Chuxia turned a page of the document, speaking at a measured pace.

"The threat of Japanese infiltration is growing, and we must plug all the loopholes."

Duan Hongyuan tapped his fingers twice on the table.

"Deputy Chief of Staff Ye, I've been here for half a day, but my communicator has no signal, and I can't get in touch with anyone outside."

"this......"

Ye Chuxia looked up, her face full of apology.

"Communication jamming is a routine security measure, and all personnel entering the underground meeting area are subject to the same measures. General Duan need not worry."

Duan Hongyuan glanced at her but didn't reply.

He tapped the table twice more.

Zhao Mingtang coughed, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

"Mr. Duan, the agenda for the joint meeting is not yet finished. Please have a seat."

"Agenda?"

Duan Hongyuan pushed his chair back.

"You invited me to this meeting, but the agenda didn't include anything related to the northern border. It was all about the defense of the southern border from beginning to end."

"I, a chief of staff in the North, have been listening to your defenses in the South for four hours."

"Zhao Mingtang, if you want to invite me for tea, just say so. Don't beat around the bush."

Zhao Mingtang paused for a moment in his hand over his teacup.

Ye Chuxia put down the document and pursed her lips.

"General Duan has misunderstood. The joint meeting..."

"Alright." Duan Hongyuan leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.

"I'm sitting right here. You can perform as long as you want."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes.

He looked like he was about to fall asleep in the chair.

Ye Chuxia and Zhao Mingtang exchanged a glance.

Ye Chuxia clenched her fist under the table.

They've stalled for time enough; the situation in the Poisonous Abyss should have been resolved by now.

We will deal with Duan Hongyuan after the news is confirmed.

She picked up the document again, opened her mouth, and prepared to continue speaking.

boom--!!

The whole building shook.

Duan Hongyuan opened his eyes.

Everyone stood up at the same time.

"What's going on?!" Zhao Mingtang slammed his fist on the table and roared.

The communications soldier's voice came in from outside the door, his throat was hoarse.

"Reporting to Commander-in-Chief! Someone...someone has broken into the command post!"

"The door has been blasted open!"

Zhao Mingtang's expression changed.

The command post's door is made of 40-centimeter-thick spirit-patterned steel plate, designed to withstand the full force of a peak Martial Saint's attack.

What could possibly blast that thing apart?

A second tremor followed.

Closer than the first tone.

Cracks appeared in the wall.

The light from the spirit pattern reinforcement layer flickered twice and then dimmed.

"The defensive formation is collapsing!"

Ye Chuxia suddenly stood up, her composure vanishing.

Third tone.

The conference room door was blasted open from the outside by a powerful force.

The door panel, along with fragments, crashed onto the long table, breaking the entire table in half.

Smoke and dust poured in through the doorway.

The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow.

The ground crunched as I stepped on the gravel and metal scraps.

The smoke and dust dissipated.

Lin Feng walked in carrying the Star Dragon Annihilation Spear.

Blood beads still clung to the tip of the gun, dripping down.

It dripped all over the ground.

From the main entrance of the command center to the conference room, all the guards who were originally stationed along the way were now lying dead on both sides of the corridor.

Lin Feng's clothes were stained with dust and blood, and his expression was calm.

He glanced around at the people in the conference room.

His gaze lingered on Duan Hongyuan for a moment.

Duan Hongyuan sat in the chair, arms crossed, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He didn't say a word.

But that smile was more effective than anything else.

Lin Feng withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward.

The tip of the gun dragged on the ground, leaving a white mark.

Zhao Mingtang's face turned bright red. He slammed his hand on the broken tabletop, sending splinters of wood flying to both sides.

"Raymond Lam! You're insane!"

"This is the Southern Xinjiang Military Region Headquarters! The most top-secret military area in the Dragon Kingdom!"

"You barged in with weapons, do you even know what crime that is?!"

"Rebellion! This is rebellion!"

Zhao Mingtang's roar echoed twice in the conference room.

Lin Feng stopped in his tracks.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at Zhao Mingtang.

"Commander-in-Chief Zhao."

The sound wasn't loud.

"Would you like to take a look at what's above your head?"

Zhao Mingtang was stunned for a moment.

Then he heard it.

The sound coming from above penetrated the spirit pattern reinforcement layer.

A dragon's roar, deep and long.

The dragon's roar pierced through all the partitions, defenses, and formations on the second basement level, directly reaching the ears of everyone present.

Zhao Mingtang knelt down on the spot.

The four generals behind him were deathly pale, and two of them were already leaning against the wall.

Ye Chuxia's pupils suddenly contracted.

Emperor Wu.

Above the command post, the aura emanating from that thing was that of a Martial Emperor.

"Mingjiao."

Lin Feng's voice echoed in the quiet conference room.

"They're lying on the roof of your command post."

"If I wanted to rebel, this building would be razed to the ground by now."

Zhao Mingtang swallowed hard, trying to hide his inner panic.

His mouth was open, but the words "rebellion" and the like were stuck in his throat, unable to come up or go down.

Ye Chuxia's hand trembled slightly under the table.

She took a deep breath and suppressed her trembling.

The collar on the back of my shirt was soaked with cold sweat.

"Commander-in-Chief Zhao!"

Her voice rose, and she pointed at Lin Feng.

"No matter what kind of strange beast he brought, forcibly breaking into the military command post is an undeniable crime of treason!"

"He just injured dozens of our guards! The evidence is irrefutable!"

She took a step forward.

"Give the order! Seize this traitor!"

Zhao Mingtang's mouth moved, and the struggle on his face was clearly visible.

Duan Hongyuan remained seated in his chair, without moving.

I enjoyed watching the play very much.

Lin Feng looked at Ye Chuxia.

"Treason?"

He chuckled.

Then he reached into his pocket and pulled something out.

Snapped.

It was thrown at Ye Chuxia's feet.

A roll of parchment.

A corner of the screen revealed a few lines of text and a seal of the Japanese Fuma Clan's secret branch.

"Deputy Chief of Staff Ye."

Lin Feng planted the tip of his spear into the ground, and the Platinum Dragon Flame jumped.

"This thing was found on Kazama Ao."

"It has your name, your coordinates, and your supply handover time for the 15th of each month written on it."

"Why don't you look down?"

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