The Last Sentinel

Just as Vice Dean Zhang was lost in thought, Zhuge Tingfeng's figure suddenly transformed into a blur, appearing in front of him almost in the blink of an eye. He exuded a chilling aura, making the surrounding air seem to freeze.

Zhuge Tingfeng looked down at Vice Dean Zhang with a gaze as sharp as an icicle, his tone indifferent yet laced with undisguised mockery: "You've lost. Your disciple isn't even worthy of carrying Ye Feng's shoes. Compared to him, Ye Feng always thinks further ahead and acts more ruthlessly—if Ye Feng were to fight me, he would unleash his trump card in the very first round, giving me no chance to react, much less allow me to unleash my full power. With his meager skills, he dares to show off his meager abilities before me; what chance does he have of winning?"

Vice Dean Zhang clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white, his teeth grinding together. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with overwhelming resentment and shock: "Before I came here, I thoroughly investigated your background! Your information is full of loopholes, and it's most likely fabricated! I've long suspected that you're not a native of Blue Star, and now it seems that I was right!"

"Hahaha—" Zhuge Tingfeng threw his head back and laughed wildly and coldly. A crimson light suddenly surged in his eyes, and his whole body was filled with killing intent. "Who told you that everyone with the surname Zhuge is a human from Earth? When did I ever say that I am a native of this planet?"

"Impossible!" Vice Dean Zhang shook his head violently, veins bulging on his forehead, his tone filled with disbelief. "A non-native of Blue Star simply cannot pass the Human Alliance's identity verification, let alone infiltrate the Human Alliance for so many years! Unless... someone above deliberately protected him, perhaps even the Seventh Speaker, who betrayed the Human Alliance and Blue Star!"

"Does it matter?" Zhuge Tingfeng's lips curled into a cruel yet playful smile. He slowly raised his right hand, a crimson light gradually gathering at his fingertips. The light expanded at a visible speed, distorting the surrounding air and emanating a chillingly deadly aura. "Anyway, our goal is simply to force Ye Feng out. After killing his master and junior brother, no matter how well Ye Feng hides, even if he hides in the river of time, he will definitely reveal himself!"

Before he finished speaking, the crimson light at Zhuge Tingfeng's fingertips suddenly focused, and a streak of crimson lightning tore through the air with a deafening whooshing sound. Like a viper spitting its tongue, it aimed straight at Vice Dean Zhang's forehead, moving at extreme speed, giving him no chance to dodge.

"The Wailing Wall!"

A loud shout suddenly echoed across the square, followed by a deafening boom. A crystal wall, sparkling and radiating a chilling aura, appeared out of thin air and stood firmly in front of Vice President Zhang.

Qi Tian's figure appeared like a ghost, his left hand tightly gripping a brocade spring knife, the blade gleaming with a cold, sharp light, its edge fully exposed. His right palm slammed hard against the crystal wall, forcefully blocking Zhuge Tingfeng's incomparably powerful crimson lightning.

The crimson energy beam collided violently with the crystal wall, unleashing a terrifying shockwave that shattered everything in its path. Crystal fragments flew everywhere with a sharp, whistling sound, and the surrounding ground was blasted into countless craters of varying depths, with debris flying and dust billowing. Qi Tian swayed slightly, a trace of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, yet he remained as steadfast as a pine tree, protecting Vice Dean Zhang. A chilling killing intent surged in his eyes as he stared intently at Zhuge Tingfeng.

"The wind's getting strong! Let's get out of here!"

Qi Tian knew he was no match for Zhuge Tingfeng and dared not linger in the fight. He immediately grabbed Vice Dean Zhang's wrist, and the crystal power around him surged wildly, enveloping the two of them. In an instant, he transformed into a streak of blue-gold light, breaking through the dust and smoke, and disappeared from the square in the blink of an eye, leaving behind only a chaotic battlefield.

Zhuge Tingfeng stared at the empty space ahead, then looked down at the massive hole carved into the base of the blood-red pagoda by the Embroidered Spring Blade. The blade's sharp aura still lingered at the edge of the hole. His face instantly turned ashen, his crimson energy surging wildly. He gritted his teeth, each word seemingly poisoned, squeezed out from between them: "Embroidered! Spring! Blade! Jia! Jing! Old! Thief! You dare ruin my magic weapon! This is an irreconcilable enmity!"

Around the square, onlookers stepped forward, bowing respectfully to Zhuge Tingfeng, their tone both reverent and fervent, their eyes gleaming with an unusual light.

"Senior brother, please calm down. Don't let such a trivial matter get to you."

"The Human Alliance is now outwardly strong but inwardly weak, with its defenses riddled with holes and its interior thoroughly infiltrated by us. This is the perfect opportunity for our Xuanmen to launch a counterattack."

"Senior brother, we have been laying the groundwork for the Human Alliance for five whole years, planting countless people from the highest levels to the lowest ranks. Now everything is ready, we are just waiting for the right opportunity. It is time to rise up, seize control of Blue Star, and complete the great cause of our Xuanmen!"

"..."

If Qi Tian were here at this moment, he would be shocked and feel a chill run down his spine—it turns out that not only Zhuge Tingfeng, but everyone in the square is actually from the Myriad Realms Profound Sect!

The Human Alliance had long been infiltrated by the Xuanmen, and the situation was a million times worse than he had imagined. A crisis that would sweep across the entire planet was quietly approaching.

Just as Zhuge Tingfeng's anger subsided and he suppressed his killing intent, preparing to devise a follow-up counterattack plan, a disciple came running from afar in a panic. His clothes were disheveled, his face was ashen, his voice trembled, and he even staggered: "Senior Brother Zhuge! Something terrible has happened! Something terribly wrong!"

Zhuge Tingfeng frowned, his tone icy and impatient: "What's the panic? I'll hold the sky up if it falls. Just say what you have to say. What kind of behavior is this, stammering like this!"

The disciple trembled under Zhuge Tingfeng's oppressive aura, staggering back two steps, panting heavily, and stammered, "I...I inform you, Senior Brother, the eight hundred chosen ones of the Han Dynasty whom we carefully nurtured...are gone! They've all vanished into thin air, without leaving a trace!"

"What?!" Zhuge Tingfeng's pupils constricted sharply. He took a step forward, his body surging with crimson energy. He grabbed the disciple by the collar, lifting him up roughly. His tone was chilling, like that of a demon from hell, filled with boundless rage. "How could they disappear! I personally ordered them to be injected with the latest Compound No. 5. That compound was enough to put them into a deep coma, rendering them unable to even move a finger. How could they vanish into thin air? If you dare to lie about military intelligence, I will grind you to dust!"

The disciple, struggling to breathe and his face flushed red, hurriedly pulled a small recording chip from his pocket and tremblingly handed it to Zhuge Tingfeng: "Yes, the other party left a recording chip. We're not lying, senior brother, please listen!"

Zhuge Tingfeng snatched the chip, slammed the disciple to the ground, and then inserted it into his portable player. The next moment, several mocking and arrogant dog barks came from the player: "Woof! Woof! Woof—"

Immediately afterwards, a cynical voice rang out, its tone full of provocation and mockery, echoing throughout the entire square through the player: "You brat Zhuge Tingfeng, have you ever heard of the Three Thousand Great Daos, stolen from the Supreme Red King?"

"The chosen one of the eight hundred mighty men you carefully nurtured has been stolen by me."

"Paying it back? Absolutely not! Never in this lifetime!"

"If you've got the guts, come find me!"

"Find me, and I'll let you...woof woof woof!"

"That damned dog of Ye Feng!" Zhuge Tingfeng roared in fury after listening to the recording. His crimson energy surged wildly, forming a terrifying energy storm. He threw his head back and howled furiously, his voice filled with boundless rage that made everyone around him's eardrums ache. "I should have known! That damned dog beside Ye Feng hadn't shown himself, he was definitely hiding behind the scenes doing these underhanded things. I just didn't expect him to jump out and mess with me now!"

"Red King!" Zhuge Tingfeng's eyes were bloodshot, and his killing intent almost materialized as he roared to the sky, "You wretched dog! I will definitely castrate you!"