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Wei Zheng had just finished speaking.

"Bullshit!"

Duan Hongyuan suddenly stood up and smashed the table in front of him with a single palm strike.

He pointed at Wei Zheng and cursed him.

"If your old eyes are blind, gouge them out and stomp on them! The Skyhorn Clan's army is hovering over the East Sea! And now you're saying the crack widened because Lin Feng blew up the Bone Bridge Formation?"

Duan Hongyuan's forehead veins bulged.

"Those monsters built bone bridges and set up magic arrays in the sea just to come to Dragon Kingdom for tourism? If Lin Feng hadn't blown up the arrays, they would have already rushed over along the bone bridges! You traitor, you spineless coward!"

Inside the command center, the other military generals and elders frowned but did not speak immediately.

Wei Zheng picked up his teacup and put on a heartbroken expression.

"General Duan, you were too impulsive. I don't deny the threat from the alien races, but Lin Feng was indeed too reckless in his actions, which escalated the conflict."

"If he hadn't detonated the center of the array, we could have bought more time for diplomatic maneuvering or to establish a buffer zone..."

Duan Hongyuan kicked away the chair blocking his way.

"Mediate my ass! You want to mediate with a man-eating monster?"

Wei Zheng put down his teacup, sighed, and glanced at the other elder statesmen.

"Gentlemen, war is not child's play. Lin Feng, relying on his strength, has been causing trouble everywhere. He killed Song Henian, destroyed the Martial Emperor of Dongying, and now he has triggered the spatial rift to go berserk. Is the mess he caused going to cost the lives of 1.4 billion people?"

The atmosphere in the meeting room plummeted to freezing point.

A hint of hesitation flashed in the eyes of some of the generals.

The Skyhorn Tribe's massive army, filling every inch of the valley, was indeed very intimidating. If they could gain a few more months to prepare for war, the situation would be much better.

Lin Feng didn't fly into a rage, nor did he rush to refute; he just watched coldly.

"Old Master Wei, have you finished speaking?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it was full of energy.

Wei Zheng continued, "Lin Feng, I'm not targeting you personally; this is a matter of life and death for the nation. Your actions are too radical..."

"After you've finished talking, look at this."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Feng pressed the send button on the communicator.

The main screen of the holographic display was instantly taken over.

A high-definition first-person perspective video was projected in the center of the conference room.

The scene begins at the Hall of Heroes Plaza in Japan.

Just as Fujiba Eiji was shot through the forehead, a sudden surge of beasts rose on the sea.

Then, a figure that was half human and half scale appeared in mid-air.

The entire place was silent, everyone staring intently at the figure with two horns.

In the video, Feng Yiling's voice came through clearly.

"I prefer you humans to call me... the vanguard of the Skyhorn Clan, Feng Yiling."

"Humans are inherently a lowly race."

......

The video has finished playing.

The command center was completely silent.

Lin Feng gripped the gun barrel, his eyes fixed on Wei Zheng's slightly stiff face.

"Did you see clearly?"

"They had long been lurking in Japan, using the Japanese martial arts world to set up a cross-border seal."

He tapped the barrel of the gun in his hand.

"If Fujiba Eiji doesn't die, they will secretly complete the passage, and when the army arrives at the coastline silently, you won't even have time to sound the alarm."

Lin Feng looked at Wei Zheng.

"The time you're talking about is just waiting for them to put their knives to the necks of 1.4 billion people."

Wei Zheng's face turned deathly pale.

He suddenly stood up.

"The authenticity of this footage needs to be verified! Feng Yiling's identity is only one side of the story; current technology can easily fake such footage! Lin Feng, in order to shirk responsibility, you're actually using a fake video to deceive the central command?"

"Wei Zheng".

An old, steady voice interrupted Wei Zheng's sophistry.

An elderly man with white hair, who was sitting in the main seat, opened his eyes. He was Chu Tianxing, the first elder of the Dragon Kingdom.

Chu Tianxing's gaze was devoid of warmth.

"Whether it's forged or not, the technicians present can tell just by looking at the timestamp."

The technical major general standing next to him immediately stood up and reported the results: "The underlying data of the video is complete, with no signs of editing or forgery, and is a true record of the battlefield."

Wei Zheng swayed slightly.

He looked at the pairs of eyes around him staring at him and knew that all was lost.

"Elder Chu, I'm doing this for the greater good! We can't start a war rashly!" Wei Zheng's voice trembled.

Chu Tianxing ignored him and directly issued instructions through the communicator.

"Northern Guard Battalion, advance!"

In the footage of Wei Zheng's private residence, the gate was smashed to pieces.

Twelve fully armed guards rushed into the room and surrounded Wei Zheng.

"What are you doing? I am a senior member of the government! You have no right to arrest me!"

Wei Zheng roared, and the blood and qi in his body began to surge.

The two guards were forced back half a step by the qi and blood.

A tall figure stepped out from behind the guards.

Commander of the Imperial Guard

The commander walked up to Wei Zheng, raised his right hand, and punched Wei Zheng in the stomach.

boom!

Wei Zheng coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed.

"Elder statesman status?" Chu Tianxing's voice echoed in the communication channel. "The Dragon Kingdom has no need for elder statesmen who have surrendered. Take them away."

"Through a surprise interrogation tonight, dig out everything about any shady dealings he might have with the secret order, or even other races!"

The guards dragged Wei Zheng, who had lost his cultivation, out of the room like a dead dog.

The threat of internal strife was forcibly eliminated in the most brutal way.

Inside the holographic conference room, the atmosphere returned to its somber tone.

The mole has been caught, but the external threat is real and deadly.

Chu Tianxing's gaze fell upon the scene of the East China Sea defense line, his brows furrowed as he looked at the densely packed Skyhorn Clan formation.

"Gentlemen."

"You've all seen what happened. That's a military force capable of destroying a nation."

He looked at a general in charge of intelligence.

"What is the estimated number of Martial Emperor-level combatants on the opposing side?"

The intelligence general swallowed hard, his voice hoarse.

"Among the vanguard formations detected so far, there are no fewer than one hundred with energy readings reaching the Martial Emperor level. And this is only the vanguard."

One hundred Emperor Wu.

The meeting room fell silent once again.

The disparity in troop strength and high-level combat capabilities has reached a point of despair.

If those formations break out, the East China Sea defense line won't last even ten minutes.

"Regular preparations are no longer possible."

Chu Tianxing looked at Lin Feng and Duan Hongyuan on the screen, "Even if the entire population is mobilized, sending Martial Venerables and Martial Saints up there would be suicide. We must increase the number of our top combat forces in the shortest possible time."

Duan Hongyuan frowned.

"Old Chu, martial arts training isn't like eating and drinking. How can you improve so quickly? By taking lives?"

Chu Tianxing remained silent for a moment.

He took out a black jade plate from the combination lock box next to his seat. The surface of the jade plate was covered with ancient seal script.

The faces of the oldest elders present changed when they saw the jade plate.

"Elder Chu, which part do you want to move?"

Chu Tianxing placed the jade plate on the table.

"Do we have any other choice besides that place?"

He looked at Lin Feng and Duan Hongyuan.

"Deep beneath the Dragon Kingdom, there are several undisclosed 'ancient secret realms,' which are remnants of ancient battlefields left over from the last era."

Chu Tianxing continued.

"Lin Feng, you are now a Martial Saint of the eighth level. Your Nether Dragon also needs a huge amount of resources to recover to its peak."

"I'm preparing to open the secret realm. I need you to lead the team, select the fifty most promising martial saints in the country, and send them into the ancient secret realm to break through their limits."

"When will it open?" Lin Feng asked directly.

"Twelve hours from now," Chu Tianxing replied. "Before the Celestial Horn Clan launches its next attack on the rift, we must create a batch of Martial Emperors."

Lin Feng nodded.

"Fifty men, I'll choose." He stored the spear in his storage ring. "I have priority in disposing of what's inside."

"Approved. All command authority over the Dragon Kingdom is now in your hands." Chu Tianxing made the decision emphatically.

Holographic projection cut-off.

Duan Hongyuan looked at Lin Feng and let out a long breath.

"The former secret realm, I visited the outskirts of that place when I was young."

Duan Hongyuan said in a deep voice, "The things in there are evil. You should be mentally prepared."

Lin Feng turned his head to look east.

"Let's see if the thing inside is harder, or if my gun is harder."

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