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Zhao Mingtang's legs went weak.

puff.

He knelt on the ground, his knees hitting the broken surface, drawing blood.

"I'll pay! I'll pay it all!"

He scrambled over to Duan Hongyuan, trembling as he pulled a military storage disk from his pocket and held it above his head.

"All the military deployment maps of the Southern Xinjiang region, classified files, and... and all of Ye Chuxia's private financial transactions over the years, it's all in there!"

"I know nothing! She did it all! I was completely fooled by her!"

Zhao Mingtang was in tears, his dignity completely gone.

Several generals from the southern frontier behind him also knelt down, their heads bowed even lower than his.

He was afraid that Lin Feng's gun would be aimed at him next.

Duan Hongyuan didn't even look at him.

"Keep your things and use them against the military court."

He walked over to Lin Feng and patted him on the shoulder.

"Let's go, let's get out of here first."

Lin Feng put his gun away and glanced at the high-ranking officials of Southern Xinjiang kneeling on the ground.

He turned and left.

Outside the command post, the Nether Dragon lay quietly on the rooftop ruins. When it saw Lin Feng emerge, it let out a low growl.

"Arrange for transport planes to return to the North."

Duan Hongyuan gave orders to the Northern Border staff officers who came to meet him.

He didn't want to stay in southern Xinjiang for even a moment longer.

With Song Henian's blood curse avatar destroyed, his true body must have received the news.

This old man practices evil arts that lean towards the curse-killing system of Japan; who knows what insidious methods he might use to retaliate.

He never expected that among the nine great elders of the Dragon Kingdom, there would actually be someone secretly cultivating such a thing to break through.

Is there truly a path beyond the Martial Emperor?

Duan Hongyuan felt a heavy weight in his heart.

Half an hour later.

A heavy military transport plane forcibly took off from the helipad of the Southern Xinjiang General Command.

Inside the cabin.

Duan Hongyuan sat in the corner, closing his eyes and regulating his breathing.

He could feel the opponent's formidable strength when he withstood Song Henian's finger strike.

Lin Feng sat cross-legged in the center of the cabin, his eyes closed.

He wasted no time.

The over 100 million martial arts points he had obtained from the Poisonous Abyss and the Gu King were currently surging in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Current Martial Arts Points: 133,400,000

enough.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

The numbers on the system panel started jumping wildly.

[Consumption of martial arts points×60,000,000]

[Realm Advancement: Martial Saint Stage 6 → Martial Saint Stage 7!]

boom!

A surge of blood and qi exploded from the depths of Lin Feng's dantian!

The entire transport plane jolted violently, and the warning lights inside the cabin began flashing wildly.

The ace pilot from the North, who was flying the plane, nearly broke the control stick because his hand trembled.

"Report! The aircraft has been struck by an unknown energy attack! Energy readings inside the cabin have exceeded safe limits!"

Duan Hongyuan suddenly opened his eyes.

He stared at Lin Feng, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and froze.

On Lin Feng's body, the golden armor of his indestructible golden body was becoming more solid and thicker at a visible speed, almost turning into a tangible substance.

The surge of blood and energy gushed out of his body, distorting and deforming the surrounding air.

Martial Saint, 7th Dan.

It only took a few seconds to go from the sixth to the seventh rank?

Is this even human?

Before Duan Hongyuan could recover from his shock...

Lin Feng didn't stop moving.

[Consumption of martial arts points×70,000,000]

[Realm Advancement: Martial Saint Stage 7 → Martial Saint Stage 8!]

Boom—!!

The second burst of Qi and blood.

This time the commotion was more than twice as big as before.

The transport plane groaned under the strain, the alloy panels on the cabin walls vibrated and hummed, and several interior panels fell off the roof.

Duan Hongyuan had to release his own vital energy to barely stabilize the spatial structure inside the cabin.

He looked at Lin Feng, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

evildoer.

Neither of these two words is enough to describe the young man before us.

Breakthroughs continued.

It's still in the late stage of Martial Saint.

If this gets out, the entire martial arts world of the Dragon Kingdom will be in an uproar.

Duan Hongyuan took a deep breath, suppressing the horror in his heart.

He waved to tell the cockpit to leave it alone, then stood up, walked to Lin Feng's side, and personally protected him.

This kid is the future hope of the Dragon Kingdom.

We must protect it at all costs.

The Qi and blood have calmed down.

Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.

Martial Saint, Eighth Dan.

The indestructible golden armor became completely substantial, clinging tightly to the skin, its strength more than doubled compared to before.

He could sense that even a full-force attack from a mid-stage Martial Emperor wouldn't be able to harm him now.

"You little brat..."

Duan Hongyuan's voice was slightly hoarse, "What kind of monster is it?"

Lin Feng stood up, stretched his limbs, and did not answer the question.

"Song Henian," he then asked, "what exactly is a National Elder?"

Duan Hongyuan sighed, walked to the porthole, and looked down at the clouds rushing past.

"At the beginning of the founding of the Dragon Kingdom, there were nine powerful figures who established the kingdom and whose strength was extraordinary. They were revered as the Nine Great Elders and guarded the destiny of the Dragon Kingdom."

"But everyone's lifespan eventually comes to an end. In order to prolong life and to pursue the ultimate martial arts, disagreements arose among the elders."

"One faction advocates following the way of heaven, while the other faction, led by Song Henian, is the radical faction. They believe that human power can overcome heaven and should seek ways to break through the limits of lifespan at all costs."

Duan Hongyuan's voice trailed off.

"The Secret Order is the force they secretly support."

"The 'Sky Secret Project' they were involved in."

Lin Feng frowned.

"The true purpose of the Heavenly Secrets Project is to activate the nine Dragon-Suppressing Platforms within the Dragon Kingdom, triggering a backlash from the dragon veins and creating a nationwide 'spiritual energy depletion'."

"Then, they will use a secret method to gather all the depleted spiritual energy and life force, so that a few of their core elders can break through to the Martial Emperor level and pursue the so-called 'immortality'."

Lin Feng clenched his fists.

Is it possible to sacrifice the lives of all the people of the Dragon Kingdom to allow a few old men to linger on indefinitely?

"What's the difference between this and treason?"

"In their eyes, there is no difference."

Duan Hongyuan shook his head. "They consider themselves the guardians of the Dragon Kingdom, and everything they do is for the 'future' of the Dragon Kingdom."

Just then.

hum!

An emergency distress signal popped up.

It was sent by Iron Eagle.

Lin Feng answered the call.

"Boss!" Iron Eagle's voice boomed from within, filled with unprecedented panic and anger, "Something's happened at headquarters!"

"Half an hour ago, a near-Martial Emperor suddenly descended upon the main altar and set up a large-scale shielding formation around it!"

"Elder Gongsun and the others are being kept out! We're trapped!"

Lin Feng's pupils contracted sharply in an instant.

A terrifying killing intent suddenly erupted from his body.

The temperature in the entire cabin suddenly dropped to freezing.

"A diversionary tactic." Duan Hongyuan's expression changed. "They knew you'd go to the Southern Frontier!"

Lin Feng remained silent.

He walked to the combat map in the cabin, his gaze fixed on the coordinates of the Beast Taming Alliance headquarters.

Iron Eagle's voice continued on the communicator.

"Boss! They specifically want you back! They said you only have one hour! Otherwise..."

Lin Feng hung up the call immediately.

He turned and strode toward the airdrop hatch at the rear of the aircraft.

"Lin Feng! Don't be impulsive!" Duan Hongyuan grabbed him. "This is a trap! They're trying to lure you away from Southern Xinjiang!"

"I know." Lin Feng's voice was devoid of any warmth.

"I have informed the North that reinforcements have already departed."

Duan Hongyuan tried to ease the tension, "Don't be in such a hurry."

"I don't need to personally deal with them."

Lin Feng raised his hand and pressed it against his brow.

A surge of spiritual energy.

The Nether Dragon that had been dozing on his shoulder slowly opened its dark purple vertical pupils.

Lin Feng looked out the window at the rapidly receding clouds.

He said softly.

"Go, Nether Dragon."