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Barron frantically grabbed the still-dripping, glowing powerhouse.

"Big brother! This is amazing! A pure cosmic-grade Purple Source Core! If we take it back and connect a few cables, we can save on electricity bills for Earth, let alone a radar station!"

Barron was so excited that his hands trembled. He turned around and stuffed the contents into the storage bag without even wiping off the blood.

Lin Feng shook off the purplish-black blood from his wrist.

The miniature power reactor was forcibly removed, and the backlash from the berserk potion completely crushed Rein's physical body.

Its enormous body began to shrink rapidly.

In just a few breaths, Ryan shrank back to his original two-meter height, becoming emaciated.

The bone spurs all broke off and retracted into the body, leaving behind black holes on the skin surface from which blood oozed out.

He opened his mouth, but only made a whistling sound.

The giant holographic screen at Star Harbor is still lit up.

Everything that happened in mid-air was broadcast live to the entire Gray Crystal Star without any blind spots.

The desperados on the third underground level and the residents of the main urban area all looked up at the nineteen-year-old youth who wasn't wearing any armor at all, as if he had punched a hole in the sky above them.

The Bloodthorn Clan, which had ruled Gray Crystal Star for hundreds of years, was torn apart alive today.

On the communication channels above Starport, the silence among the three thousand warships was so profound that the static of electricity could be heard.

No one dared to fire.

The Supreme Commander had his core removed, and the drug backfired, rendering him useless.

The young man below, however, didn't suffer even the slightest scratch.

This war is unwinnable.

"Reporting, Lieutenant... Lord Rein has been captured alive! Should we... launch a zone destroyer?"

A stammering voice came from the channel, belonging to the captain of a frigate.

"Send it to your mother!"

The captain's lieutenant snatched the communicator and yelled, "Lord Rein is in his hands! Are you trying to kill him with the cannon fire?!"

"Shut down all weapon systems! Anyone who dares to accidentally fire one, I'll shoot them first!"

The main gun of the warship at the very front went dark.

Then, one by one, the dark red light went out.

Several warships even secretly activated their reverse thrust engines, retreating dozens of kilometers out of the atmosphere.

Lin Feng looked up and glanced at the densely packed fleet in the sky, his tone revealing dissatisfaction.

"We're already here, what's the rush to leave?" Lin Feng shouted up. "Weren't we supposed to have all-around firepower coverage?"

"Whose main gun is ready? Fire a shot and let me see!"

The three thousand warships remained completely still, and no one dared to send any communications or requests for instructions.

"A bunch of cowards."

Lin Feng bent down, grabbed Ryan by the back of the neck, and lifted him up.

Ryan's legs dragged limply on the deck.

Lin Feng, carrying the person, leaped off the wreckage of the conglomerate's flagship and plummeted straight down.

It landed steadily on the deck of Hermann's mothership.

boom.

A muffled thud.

Herman shuddered and rushed forward in two strides. His legs were so weak he almost knelt before Lin Feng.

He stared intently at the Raine in Lin Feng's hand, then looked up at Lin Feng, his face flushed red.

"My God!"

Herman shouted in a broken voice, his hands flailing wildly in the air, with nowhere to put them.

"Nineteen years old! A Star Lord Realm cultivator, leaping over to capture a Universe Realm cultivator!"

"Even in the Empire's most prestigious war academy, this level of talent would be considered unprecedented!"

"If we took you to the capital, those arrogant old monsters would be terrified!"

Hermann was so excited that he became incoherent.

I made a fortune on this trip.

The Bloodthorn Consortium is nothing. As long as we bring this living ancestor back to the capital, he can enter the core council hall tomorrow!

Lin Feng tossed Renn aside.

"Stop talking nonsense." Lin Feng pointed to the sky. "If these guys blow up your ship, they'll pay for the repairs."

The adjutant nodded vigorously beside him. Hermann straightened his back even more.

"Rest assured, Your Excellency! I will immediately issue an ultimatum to the Bloodthorn Conglomerate headquarters: without paying a fortune, not a single one of these three thousand pieces of junk will escape Gray Crystal Star!"

Lin Feng ignored Herman's flattery.

The gaze passed over the mothership's shields and landed on the distant Starport Plaza, which had been reduced to ruins.

A very faint sound came from beneath several protruding metal floor tiles.

"There's still someone breathing over there."

Barron immediately pulled out a large wrench and rushed to the edge of the mothership to look down.

"Wow! That physique, so much meat!" Baron chuckled. "Brother, it's that fat governor!"

Beneath the ruins.

Taylor originally planned to wait until Lin Feng flew away before climbing out.

As a result, I was directly named.

Taylor gritted his teeth and forcefully pushed away the discarded iron plate covering him with both hands.

He was covered in dust, and his forehead still bore the complete shoe print that Herman had kicked him in earlier.

The moment Taylor crawled out of the rubble, he immediately dropped to his knees.

They crawled forward on their knees the whole way.

The square was littered with shards of glass and sharp metal fragments.

Taylor ignored the pain, his knees scraped raw, and he crawled all the way to the landing gear of the mothership.

"My lord! Inspector General! Mr. Lin!"

Taylor clung tightly to the landing gear poles with his two fat hands, crying his eyes out.

"I was so foolish! I was blinded by greed!" Taylor slapped himself hard.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Each slap was delivered with full force, and half of his face instantly swelled up to a purplish-red color.

"It was the Bloodthorn Conglomerate that forced me into this! That old bastard Morgan is using Gray Crystal Star's taxes to strangle me, and Renn is threatening me with the fleet!"

Taylor howled until he was hoarse.

"That physical lock in the dungeon wasn't activated by me! It was the air defense system that malfunctioned; the door fell down by itself!"

Herman let out a cold laugh on the deck.

"System malfunction? Taylor, this Imperial third-generation anti-aircraft lock can't even lock up a mosquito without your governor's highest authority. Do you think I'm a newcomer to this world?"

Taylor's face stiffened, and even her crying stopped.

He rolled his eyes frantically, trying to come up with another reason.

Lin Feng didn't have the patience to listen to his nonsense.

He took a step forward and kicked.

boom.

He kicked Rennes in the lower back.

Raine's limp body flew off the deck, through the gaps in the shields, and traced an arc.

With a soft splatter.

It landed right in front of Taylor on the open ground.

Mud and blood splattered all over Taylor's face.

Taylor jerked back, staring at the withered body on the ground that was still twitching intermittently.

That rotten face was less than half a meter away from him. This was Rein, who once held absolute power and had the final say on Gray Crystal Star.

Taylor felt a churning in his stomach, his throat tightened, and he vomited on the spot.

Lin Feng jumped off the mothership's deck and landed steadily in front of Taylor.

There was no purplish-gold, violent blood energy, nor any overwhelming pressure.

He just stood there casually.

He stuck out a foot and stepped on Renn's head, grinding the sole of his shoe against that mangled face twice.

Lin Feng looked down at Taylor, who was terrified.

"Your Excellency."

"Shall we settle the score for when you closed the door and unleashed the dogs earlier?"

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