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Lin Feng was planning to ask Baron for directions to the Earth's core.

The alarm blared over Zhenlongtai.

The hearts of Chu Tianxing and his companions, which had just been at ease, were now filled with anxiety again.

Chen Guoliang came running from a distance, tripped over a pebble and almost fell flat on his face. He didn't even bother to brush off the dust and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Old Chu! Old Duan! Something's happened! Those sons of bitches from the West have betrayed us!"

Duan Hongyuan's face darkened. "We've already driven back the Skyhorn Clan, why are they resorting to such underhanded tactics?"

The screen lights up.

The screen shows the highest-level live stream of the Global Martial Arts Forum, with over three billion online viewers.

In the center of the screen, the spokesperson for the Western Joint Parliament is speaking eloquently.

"Citizens of the world, just half an hour ago, we witnessed everything that happened in the East China Sea of ​​China through a high-orbit spy satellite."

"We express our deepest condolences for the tragic casualties suffered by the people of the Dragon Kingdom. But at the same time, we have also witnessed an interstellar warship capable of changing the fate of all humanity!"

The spokesperson placed his hands on the podium, speaking with righteous indignation.

"Interstellar technology is the common wealth of all humankind and must not be monopolized by any single country!"

"Especially in the current Dragon Kingdom, their defenses have completely collapsed, and their martial artists have been almost entirely wiped out. They simply don't have the capacity to protect such a high-level space weapon!"

"To prevent the warship from falling into the hands of those with ulterior motives, the Western Union Council unanimously passed a resolution: effective immediately, to formally take control of that interstellar warship!"

Chen Guoliang, trembling with rage, shouted, "What utter bullshit! They haven't even touched a hair on the foreign tribe's head, and they dare to talk about taking over?"

The live stream then switched to another scene.

It directly switched to the real-time sea area of ​​the East China Sea in China.

Three carrier battle groups, braving the winds and waves, are majestically crossing the territorial waters of the Dragon Kingdom.

Hundreds of destroyers and frigates lined up on both sides, their gun barrels all uncovered, pointing directly at the East China Sea defense line that had been reduced to ruins.

There were no fighter jets parked on the aircraft carrier's wide deck.

Standing there were rows of Western warriors dressed in full silver armor.

He had a cross emblem engraved on his chest and carried a broadsword in his hand.

"It's the Western Holy Knights."

Duan Hongyuan gritted his teeth and recognized the group of people.

The Western martial arts system is different from that of the Dragon Kingdom. These paladins were created by using gene-enhancing drugs and resources.

The leading ones even possessed aura fluctuations comparable to those of the late-stage Martial Emperors of the Dragon Kingdom.

When the Skyhorn Clan descended, a rift opened in the East Sea.

The Western high command was so frightened that they hid in underground nuclear bunkers, keeping all the Holy Knights and aircraft carriers firmly in their grasp, and not sending a single soldier to provide support.

The Celestial Tribe has just been driven back, the Dragon Kingdom has exhausted its resources, and more than half of its warriors have been killed or wounded.

At this point, they revealed all their cards and pointed their guns directly at their weakened allies.

Taking advantage of someone's misfortune is extremely disgraceful!

"This is outrageous!"

Chu Tianxing slapped his thigh in anger. "We used our lives to feed the alien race, and they, on the other hand, come out fully healed to steal the spoils!"

The moment the words were spoken, the tablet screen abruptly switched.

The highest-ranking commander of the Western aircraft carrier group forcibly entered the high-level channel of the Chinese military.

On the screen was a white general with a full beard, standing next to a paladin commander in golden armor.

The two men had an arrogant air about them, and the way they looked at Chu Tianxing and Duan Hongyuan was as if they had the Dragon Kingdom completely under their thumb.

"Speaker Chu, General Duan. I am MacArthur, Commander-in-Chief of the Western Allied Fleet."

The bearded man spoke in broken Chinese, his tone carrying an undisguised threat.

"You have one hour."

"Immediately disable all weapon systems on that warship, grant control, and send personnel to guide our Paladin Order onto the ship!"

Duan Hongyuan immediately launched into a tirade of curses: "I'll curse your ancestors for eight generations! Try firing a cannon in the East China Sea and see what happens!"

"General Duan, please don't get so angry."

The commander of the Golden Armored Paladin stepped forward, sneering repeatedly.

"The satellites have captured it all clearly. Your Dragon Kingdom's Emperor Wu is mostly dead, and your army can't even form a proper battle formation. How can you possibly fight our full-strength aircraft carrier group?"

He reached out and tapped the golden armor on his body.

"My fifty high-ranking paladins are ready. At the commander's command, we will flatten your ravaged coastline within ten minutes and personally go to the North to retrieve the ships."

"You have only two choices: surrender your warships, or we will wipe you off the map along with this ruin!"

The communication was unilaterally terminated.

The screen went completely black.

The atmosphere above Zhenlongtai was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

The soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom had just fought a life-or-death battle; they hadn't even had time to bandage their wounds, and their swords were dulled. Now, their enemy, at full strength, was pressing in on their doorstep. How could they possibly fight back?

"What are these unevolved white monkeys anyway?"

Barron leaped out, carrying a large wrench, and kicked the equipment beside him. "I hacked the B5-class warship! My personal property! They dare ask for it? I'll rip the main gun off and shove it in their mouths right now!"

Despite his outbursts, Barron felt aggrieved.

The warship is out of energy!

If he could get it started, he could sail over there right now and blast those three carrier battle groups, along with their crew, into metal lumps on the seabed.

But now...

Duan Hongyuan remained silent.

The old man gritted his teeth and ripped off the bandage that had just been wrapped around his neck.

The freshly stitched wound instantly burst open, and blood gushed out all over him, but he didn't even flinch.

He walked to the side, bent down, and picked up the broken Longyuan Sword.

"Chen Guoliang!" Duan Hongyuan roared.

"exist!"

"Go tell those still breathing! Those who can still wield a knife, all of you, come with me to the East China Sea!" Duan Hongyuan pointed his broken sword. "Even if I die on the beach today, I will never let these bastards set foot in the Dragon Kingdom!"

Several veterans, their eyes bloodshot, drew their weapons and made to leave.

Just then.

when!

A long spear slammed into the stone slab in front of Duan Hongyuan, sending shards of stone flying high and abruptly stopping him in his tracks.

The qi flowed along the gun barrel, radiating a chilling sense of oppression.

Lin Feng walked out from behind, holding a gun in one hand.

"Go where?"

Lin Feng glanced at Duan Hongyuan, his gaze settling on the broken sword.

"Mr. Duan, don't be anxious."

"Lin Feng! They've come knocking on our door!"

"If they come to our door, we'll fight them back."

Lin Feng stretched his neck and patted him on the shoulder: "I'll be right back."

"Lin Feng, are you going alone?"

Lin Feng did not turn around.

He had just reached the Star Core Realm, and the explosive power within him was looking for a place to vent.

Dealing with Feng Yiling was too frustrating, and now these Western idiots are offering themselves up as punching bags.

Since the West believed that all the warriors of the Dragon Kingdom were dead, they thought they could take advantage of the situation.

Let them learn their lesson.

Lin Feng grinned: "Killing alien races is killing, killing these beasts is also killing."

boom!

Before he could finish speaking, the steel stone beneath Lin Feng's feet shattered into powder.

A streak of purple-gold light rose from the spot, pierced through the clouds, and headed straight west.