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On the afternoon of the second day after Lin Feng returned to the capital, people from Shanghai Martial Arts University stormed into the Capital Martial Arts Academy.

The one who came was not an easy target.

The leader was named Jiang Huaiyuan, in his thirties, with a full head of short, gray hair, and his aura as a ninth-level Martial Venerable was undisguised.

He was followed by more than a dozen people, all wearing uniform black and gold battle robes, with the school badge of Shanghai Martial Arts University shining brightly on their chests.

Fang Zhengguo was caught red-handed at the main gate of the college.

As Jiang Huaiyuan's martial prowess pressed down, Fang Zhengguo, a third-stage Martial King, was drenched in sweat and forced to retreat several steps.

"Professor Fang, we've come to seek justice." Jiang Huaiyuan's tone was polite, but it was more unsettling than the intimidation itself.

Qin Lie and Mo Changfeng ran over from the training ground, but slowed down when they saw the scene.

Ye Zhi Qiu grabbed Qin Lie's arm. "Don't be impulsive, you're a Martial Venerable Ninth Rank."

Qin Lie gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into his flesh.

Jiang Huaiyuan swaggered to the central square of the college with his men and unfolded a document.

"In the final of the Longyuan Cup individual tournament, Lin Feng from Guodu Academy maliciously killed Gu Qingfeng, a student from our school. Gu Qingfeng was a core disciple whom our school had devoted many years of effort to cultivating, with a training cost equivalent to 2 billion."

He held up the document and showed it to the students who were watching.

"In addition, General Song Zhenkun, deputy commander of the East China Sea Naval Region, has submitted a joint impeachment petition to the General Staff Headquarters. If Lin Feng does not publicly apologize at Shanghai Martial Arts University within three days, the impeachment case will be formally initiated."

He put the documents away and looked around the square.

More than a hundred students gathered around, whispering among themselves.

Some were afraid, some were angry.

But many more people are at a loss.

The East China Sea Military Region and Shanghai Martial Arts University hold significant positions in China.

Jiang Huaiyuan glanced one last time in Fang Zhengguo's direction.

"Three days. I'll give you three days to consider."

After saying that, he turned and left with his men, his steps neither hurried nor slow, his demeanor perfectly composed.

A buzzing sound filled the square.

Qin Lie finally loosened his fist, leaving four marks on his palm.

That evening, Duan Hongyuan called.

"Things in the East China Sea are getting serious. Six generals have jointly vouched for me, and I can't hold out politically for the time being. The military advocates for a peaceful resolution, and I will go and talk to them. You should stay out of the limelight these next few days and avoid giving them any ammunition."

Lin Feng placed the communicator on the table.

Zhang Qian sent over a report analyzing the power dynamics of the East China Sea Naval Region.

The East Sea Naval Region guards the eastern sea frontier of the Dragon Kingdom.

The force is twice that of the Northern Territory, with more than thirty soldiers at the Martial Venerable level or above.

Deputy Commander Song Zhenkun, Martial Saint Fifth Dan.

The background of this group is deeper than that of the Zhao family, Yao family, and Chen family combined.

The sounds of students arguing in the college square could be heard outside the window.

Lin Feng placed his phone face down on the table.

"Negotiation? Talk to your mother."

He dialed Gongsun Yuan's communicator.

I answered after two beeps.

"Alliance Leader."

"Bring the four Martial Saints to the entrance of the Shanghai Martial Arts University."

There was a two-second pause on the other end of the communicator.

Gongsun Yuan's breathing became heavy. It wasn't hesitation; he was suppressing something.

"Alliance Leader, the alliance has waited for this day for thirty years."

It's over.

The following day at noon.

Eastern part of Shanghai.

It got dark.

It wasn't a cloudy day; something was blocking the sun.

Four enormous shadows appeared on the western horizon.

It was extremely fast, accompanied by a piercing tearing sound of airflow.

At the highest point, the Silver-feathered Sky Eagle's wingspan of over forty meters cut the clouds in two.

The Xuanjia Turtle-Snake followed closely behind, its black shell, thirty meters in diameter, slowly tumbling in the air, while a dark green python coiled on its back flicked its tongue.

The Crimson Flame Lion was on the left wing, its entire body crimson, with flames on its mane leaving a fiery tail tens of meters long in the sky.

The Azure-Scaled Sea Serpent was on the right wing, its hundred-meter-long emerald green body winding through the air, each twist creating a ring of water mist.

Four martial saint-level beasts flew over Shanghai in a diamond formation.

The pressure is compounded.

All the low-level martial artists in the entire eastern district of Shanghai knelt down.

Pedestrians screamed and ran to both sides of the road, vehicles were parked haphazardly in the middle of the road, and sirens blared from all directions.

The entrance to Shanghai Martial Arts University.

Jiang Huaiyuan was drinking tea in his office, unaware that disaster was about to befall him.

The cup was shaken and fell to the edge of the table. He reached out to steady it, but his hand trembled and he couldn't hold it.

With a crack, it fell to the ground and shattered.

He rushed to the window.

Four enormous objects descended from the sky.

Gongsun Yuan stood on the shell of the Xuanjia Tortoise-Snake, holding a copy of the Alliance Leader's Token, his voice filling the area for miles around.

"The Beast Taming Alliance, hidden for thirty years, emerges today!"

"Anyone who lays a finger on my leader will be an enemy of the entire alliance!"

Four mythical beasts, each a martial saint, landed on the plaza outside the main gate of Shanghai Martial Arts University.

The Xuanjia Turtle-Snake's four legs stepped on the ground, causing the foundation of the entire plaza to sink by half a foot.

The Crimson Flame Lion opened its mouth and yawned, spewing out a ball of flame that burned half of the two stone lions at the university gate.

The Azure Scaled Sea Python flicked its tail to the side, causing two sides of the wall to collapse, with bricks rolling outwards with a crash.

The silver-feathered eagle circled in the air without landing, and the air currents from its flapping wings blew the equipment on the playground flying everywhere.

Jiang Huaiyuan rushed out of the office building.

His face was completely bloodless.

Behind him followed the limping old dean, Zhong Wanli.

The one who got slapped by Duan Hongyuan last time.

Zhong Wanli looked at the four Martial Saint-level beasts lying in the square in front of the gate and held onto the door frame with his right hand.

My legs are not very stable when I stand.

Beast Taming Alliance?

A beast-taming alliance that has been living in seclusion in the deep mountains for thirty years?

He pulled up four Martial Saints in one go?

Helian Shuang, riding the Crimson Flame Lion, jumped down from beside the tortoise and snake, stood in the center of the square, and crossed her arms.

She glanced at Zhong Wanli.

"Wuhan University in Shanghai, right?"

Zhong Wanli swallowed hard.

"I heard you're planning to impeach our alliance leader?"

Helian Shuang reached behind her waist, pulled out a dagger, and threw it forward.

"Bring out the impeachment document, I'll hand it to you."

She flipped her thumb down.

"Send it to the King of Hell."